She stared at me like she had no idea what to say.
My lips collided with hers before she could counteract my advances. Her reluctant mouth didn’t move with mine, but I didn’t let it deter me. This hunger had resided inside me for years, and there was no more holding back. I cupped her cheeks with both hands and kissed her with abandon until she trembled in my hold.
My fingers tugged at the straps of her gown, pulling it down.
“Please, Xander,” she breathed between kisses. “We have to stop now. This is getting out of hand.”
I couldn’t stop. For years, I tried to control the insatiable way I craved her, only to discover that resisting her was futile.
I was done trying.
Letting the dress fall to her ankles, I dropped to my knees. She gripped my hands when I grabbed the waistband of her black panties.
“We need to stop,” she protested between bated breaths.
“No, we don’t.” I shoved her underwear down.
My mouth was on her before she could push me away. Her taste exploded on my tongue, and it was better than any feast I had imagined. It was better than everything I had dreamt of all these years.
“I knew it,” I uttered in between licks. “I knew you’d taste this perfect.”
“Xander, please, fuck,” she moaned, face tipped to the ceiling.
My tongue bore into her, searching every nook and cranny. “Fucking addicting,” I groaned.
Her fingers laced into my hair, stuck between pushing me off and pulling me closer. She writhed, stating words of protest in between moans.
“We shouldn’t—oh, God.” Jordan resisted once more, wrestling with her guilt and desire.
All thoughts finally left her when I sought her entrance. Her tight walls greeted my tongue, and her knees nearly caved from the impact.
“Fuck.” She trembled against my mouth.
Her knees shook, but I held her against the wall with my hands wrapped around her curvy thighs. Wedged between my tongue and the wall, she had no choice but to come in my mouth. Her guilt vanished when pure bliss seized her in a chokehold. Trembling thighs shook around my head as Jordan let go with a shout.
I gripped her ass and laid her on the ground, eyes transfixed on her. Licking my way up to her chest, I ripped off my white dress shirt, unzipped my pants, and dragged them down. I didn’t have the patience to take them off entirely, much too consumed by the woman underneath me.
Jordan panted heavily from her climax. Gripping her hair, I yanked her head back, forcing her to arch and serve up her breasts for me on a silver platter. The perfect globes with dusty pink areolas were my undoing. I latched onto them, biting her breasts in between sucking her nipples.
I leaned forward to kiss her, but my lips landed on her cheek when she turned away. I shook her slightly, trying to rein in the frustration.
This need for her had spiraled into something past animalistic. I dragged my tongue across her collarbone instead, leaving a wet trail in its wake. With my weight pinning her down, I showered her face with feverish kisses like a man possessed.
Her eyes fluttered in an erotic way that was almost tangible.
I took the opening and turned her to face me. Pressing my lips firmly against hers, I tugged on her bottom lip with my thumb and index finger.
My tongue slid over her lips, letting her taste herself. Without meaning to, Jordan parted her lips and granted me access to her warm mouth.
I caressed her neck, my fingertips grazing her silky skin, but it was too much. Everything with this woman was unbearable yet heavenly all at once.
My head was in a daze, and she was still drunk. A better man would’ve waited until she was of sound mind. However, I checked my conscience at the door the day I realized I’d fallen in love with my father’s wife.
I was lost in the softness of her skin and the heat of her pussy. A breathy moan tumbled out of her lips when my fingers slipped inside. It was all too much, and I wasn’t even inside her yet.
It elicited a shudder from her. “God.” She let out a barely audible moan, her eyes screwed shut.
“That’s it, baby. See how fucking happy I can make you?”