NTR Rogue in the Apocalypse-Chapter 223: Maria’s Ready *R18

John had spent half an hour asking Maria questions about her method of conserving Energy and how she had found out about it, but since that was not his goal, it was time to change the subject.

"So, tell me, Maria. Why did you choose to come to my base? You didn’t seem like the type to seek protection."

Maria was caught off-guard by John’s question and she was taken aback by its bluntness. "Well, I had nowhere else to go."

"Don’t lie to me, Maria. There were a lot of places to go. Besides, you were likely the first person on Earth to set up a refuge. I’m sure you could’ve managed something on your own."

"I don’t know what to tell you. You were the first person I came across who seemed like they could handle the situation."

John shook his head. "Still, I don’t buy it. You didn’t even ask me for a position of authority."

Maria sighed, knowing John wouldn’t let it go.

"Fine, if you must know, I was curious. You’re different, John. I could feel it when I saw you. I was intrigued."

"Oh, so you like me? Is that it?"

Maria flushed and shook her head. "I’m not saying that. I just wanted to see where things would go."

"So you don’t think I’m attractive, huh? I’m hurt." John gave a fake wounded gasp.

"That’s not what I meant."

"Then, what did you mean?"

Maria’s face reddened even more and she looked away. "I’m not sure. I can’t explain it."

John smiled. "You don’t have to. I get it."

Maria turned back to look at John, her eyes wide. "You do?"

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"Yeah. You were attracted to me, but you didn’t know it."

Maria’s eyes widened, her lips parting but no words coming out. She was taken aback by John’s words.

"I... I—haahh..." Maria sighed as she struggled to find the right words to say.

"You’re cute when you’re flustered," John teased.

"John, I don’t know what to say. I can’t explain how I feel, and you’re not making things easier."

"Oh, sorry about that. I’ll try not to embarrass you anymore."

"It’s not that. It’s just... I’m confused. I don’t understand my feelings for you. I’m not used to being like this. I’m always so sure of myself."

John nodded. "I understand."

"You do?"

"Yeah. Sometimes it’s hard to know exactly how you feel about someone."

"Right. That’s what I’m talking about. How do you know?"

"I just do, but don’t worry about it. I won’t push you."

"Thank you, John, that’s reassuring. Besides... I have Marco, you know?"

"So, you’re still with him, huh?"

"Yeah, of course, why wouldn’t I be?"

John shrugged. "Just asking."

"You’re not jealous, are you?"

John chuckled, "it’s just surprising, that’s all. He really let you down multiple times, you know? That time when he sold you guys out and then his jealousy. I guess I didn’t think you’d forgive him."

"I understand what you’re saying, but he was my fiancée. He’s the only thing that remains of my old life."

"That’s sweet. Still, he’s not the man you once knew, Maria. I know it’s not easy to accept, but it’s the truth."

Maria sighed. "You’re right. I just don’t know what to do about it."

"You can start by thinking about yourself. What do you want, Maria?"

"I’m not sure. All I know is that I’m not happy with Marco."

"Then, you should break things off with him."

"I know, but I’m not sure how. Things are complicated. I’m scared, John."

John reached out and placed his hand over hers, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Maria leaned back against the couch, a little scared by John’s closeness, but there was a hint of excitement simmering below the surface. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, and her cheeks reddened when she saw him staring at her.

"I know something that can help you decide, Maria," John said as he scooted closer.

Maria’s heart skipped a beat as John’s scent filled her nostrils, sending a pleasant shiver through her body.

"Wh-what’s that?"

John leaned in closer, his eyes never leaving Maria’s. "Trust me, Maria. I’ve been where you are, and I know how it feels to be trapped in a relationship that’s not making you happy. But I also know that sometimes, the hardest thing to do is let go."

Maria nodded, her throat suddenly dry. She could feel John’s breath on her face, and she found herself leaning in closer to him, her heart pounding in her chest.

John took a deep breath and continued, "Close your eyes, Maria. Allow yourself to rest your mind for a minute and leave it to me to make you feel better."

Maria hesitated, but eventually, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. John’s hand was still resting on hers, and she could feel the warmth radiating from his touch. She let out a sigh of relief, allowing herself to relax in his presence.

John began to gently rub Maria’s hand, his touch soothing and calming. He started to hum a soft melody, one that Maria recognised from somewhere, but she could not put her finger on it.

Maria felt herself drifting away, her thoughts becoming hazy and dreamlike. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt this peaceful and at ease. She didn’t want it to end.

As John continued to hum and rub her hand, Maria felt a warmth spreading through her body. It started in her chest and radiated outward, filling every part of her with a sense of comfort and security.

John leaned his face next to her cheek and allowed his lips to graze her flushed skin. A moan escaped her lips, but she didn’t pull away. She couldn’t bring herself to, not when it felt so good.

John’s hands began to move up Maria’s arms, massaging her shoulders and neck. The tension melted away, leaving her feeling boneless and relaxed.

Maria let out a contented sigh and leaned into John’s touch, enjoying the sensation of his hands on her body.

One of his hands trailed down her arm and transitioned to her exposed, flat belly and she shivered.

John’s hand lingered on Maria’s stomach, feeling the gentle rise and fall of her breath. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear.

"Maria," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "I want to make you happy."

Maria opened her eyes, looking up at John with a mixture of desire and confusion. "John," she began, but he silenced her with a finger on her lips.

"Shh," he said, his eyes filled with an intensity that took Maria’s breath away. "Just feel."

He leaned in, capturing Maria’s lips with his own in a kiss that was both tender and passionate. Maria responded, her hands reaching up to tangle in John’s hair as she deepened the kiss.

John’s hands began to explore Maria’s body, tracing the curve of her waist and the dip of her hips. Maria gasped as his fingers brushed against her hardening nipples.

John’s touch sent a jolt of electricity through Maria’s body, making her heart race and her breath hitch. She arched into his touch, desperate for more.

John’s fingers continued their exploration, tracing the line of Maria’s thigh and slowly inching upwards. Maria’s breath hitched as she waited for his touch, her body trembling with anticipation.

Finally, John’s fingers brushed against the damp fabric of Maria’s underwear. She gasped, her body trembling with desire.

John pulled back from the kiss, his eyes filled with an intensity that made Maria’s heart race. He slowly slid her underwear down her legs, leaving her exposed and vulnerable to his touch.

Maria couldn’t help but moan as John’s fingers found her slick folds, exploring and teasing her entrance. She was so wet, so ready for him.