Where is Jordan

A sensual, slow and steady kiss soon enough turned into a rage and hungry one as neither of us could no longer hold on to what we were truly feeling anymore. I wanted Jordan by the minute and I was willing to go all the way out for this. There was no holding back, no panic, no fear that I was being touched by the wrong person, because it was him, it was simply just beautiful, too beautiful.

His hands roamed my body frantically like he was searching for something while he suckled on my lower lips hungrier and pushed me to the very edge. I was dripping wet now, wishing to be touched by him and more. I reciprocated his kiss and ran my hand through his hair, breathing heavily too when his hand went down to my thighs. He ran his hand through it and made to touch me between my thighs, I sighed in anticipation when he moved upward and parted my legs for him, giving him access just like the owner of a house. But there was only some degree I could part my legs to especially since the gown was