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Honestly, I still can't resist him.
Not that he needs to realize that.
With a playful scoff, I saunter toward him, letting my hips sway subtly with each step, not letting on that my heart is beating rapidly in my chest.
The air around us crackles with a raw magnetism, a familiarity that has never wavered despite the time that has passed. I can still recall how it felt to have his arms wrapped around me, his lips on mine, and the way our bodies moved in sync as if they were made for each other. The memory ignites a fire within me, blazing through every nerve ending.
As I reach him, I slowly lift my dress so I can gracefully perch myself on his lap, feeling the warmth of his body against mine.
And his hardness too.
His strong arms wrap around my waist instinctively, pulling me closer as if he's afraid to let me go. He squeezes me as ifhe wants to meld our bodies together. The familiar scent of his cologne envelopes me, drawing me deeper into the memories we shared.
Jesse's fingers trace delicate patterns along my back, igniting a trail of sensations that send shivers down my spine. It's as if he remembers every curve and contour of my body.
It's as if time hasn't passed between us, as if we're still those wild souls tangled in passionate embraces under moonlit skies. The intensity of our connection is palpable, electrifying the air around us.
Our chemistry had been undeniable back then. I never forgot him. You never forget your first.
"My Nessa," he murmurs before his lips find mine once again, the taste of coffee lingering on his lips and tongue.
The kiss is gentle at first, a slow exploration of each other's mouths as if we're tasting memories.
As our mouths meld together, I find myself lost in the heat of the moment. It's like a dam has burst, and all the suppressed desires and longing come rushing forth, consuming us both in a fiery inferno. The kiss is urgent and hungry, filled with years of pent-up passion.
The kiss ignites a storm within me, a tempest of longing and desire that had been dormant for far too long. It feels as if the years melt away, leaving only the two of us in this moment, suspended in time. Jesse's lips move against mine with a fervor that matches my own, his kisses as intoxicating as I remember them to be.
It doesn't take long for the pent-up desire to consume us, and our kisses deepen, becoming more urgent and desperate. It's as if we're trying to make up for lost time, reliving every stolen moment that was denied to us.
His fingers trace the line of my jaw, trailing down to my neck. With a featherlight touch, he brushes aside a strand of hair thathas fallen across my face. His eyes, filled with a mix of desire and tenderness, lock with mine.
"You still have that spark in your eyes," he whispers huskily. "It's always been your fire that draws me in."
I blush at his words, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. His presence alone has always had the power to make me feel alive, but his words ignite a flame deep within me that threatens to consume everything in its path. I can't help but wonder if he feels the same way, if he's carried a torch for me all these years.
Breaking away from our passionate kiss, Jesse trails his lips along my jawline, planting soft, lingering kisses on my skin. Each touch sends jolts of electricity through my entire being, reminding me of the intoxicating pull we've always had toward one another.
His hands roam over my body with reverence and familiarity, as if he's rediscovering every inch of me. Tracing the curve of my shoulder, he hooks his thumb around the strap of my dress and gently slides it down, revealing the smooth expanse of my bare skin.
I hold my breath as his fingertips graze the sensitive flesh along my collarbone, sending a shiver down my spine.
"And it's always been your touch that sets me ablaze," I whisper back, my voice barely audible amidst the crackling energy surrounding us.
Jesse's fingers caress my cheek, leaving trails of fire in their wake. The sensation is deliciously agonizing, a torturous pleasure that sends waves of desire rippling through me. Every touch is a reminder of what we had and what we still can have.
"Burn me, babe."
I can't help but let out a breathy laugh, the sound reverberating through the room like a melody of longing. "And you, Jesse, still have that way with words," I reply, my voice laced with a hint of playfulness.
A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, and I feel his hand gently caress my cheek, his touch sending a jolt of electricity coursing through my veins. "Words have always been my weapon of choice," he murmurs, his voice low and seductive, "but actions speak louder."
Before I can respond, Jesse's hands are on me, trailing over every curve and dip of my body, igniting a trail of desire wherever his fingertips tread. The air crackles with anticipation as he carefully removes my dress and unhooks my bra, dropping them both onto the floor, but he's too impatient and merely undoes his pants enough to free his erection. He pushes my panties to the side.
I bite my lower lip, a mixture of nerves and excitement dancing in my eyes. He looks at me, his gaze intense and hungry, making my heart flutter. I can feel his member probing my entrance, the anticipation building between us like a tidal wave about to crash down on us.
"Are you ready, babe?" he asks, his voice low and husky.
I nod, barely able to utter the words. "Yes," I whisper, my voice barely above a whisper.
