Jean spurred him on, able, willing, wanting to take everything he could dish out. She wanted them both to spend their energies, to let this hunger be fed.
Even when she'd had sex last, she had barely been able to connect with Scott, thanks to the phoenix. It felt as though the haze that had shrouded her had been ripped away, and now she was living and feeling in the real world again.
It would take her hours to feel weary, even as her peaked, over and over again, filling her with the most luscious, incredible feelings she'd felt in a long, long time. Each orgasm projected outward, mostly into Bruce's mind, but there was some leakage into the neighbor's homes.