"I...," he paused once more, a feeling inside him taking over his reasoning as he felt his body pressing forward, his lips lashing into hers, his tongue breaching into her mouth, ravishing her sweet saccharine flavor. "Mmm," he moaned deeply into her, driving one of his hands up the hard rounds of her ass as his other snaked up her chest, cupping her breasts though the laced nighty and into his palm before crushing it roughly, fervently against her body. Even at the age of 37, her body was still dazzling, still at its sexual prime, still readily desired. "Fuck...," Nick pulled away from her, realizing what he was doing and where his hands were, only to feel a sharp ravishing sting across the side of his face as Melissa's hand made contact with his cheek. "You're a fucking bastard," she whispered.

"I...I...," Nick stuttered, his mind spinning as he tried to make sense of what just happened, tried to understand why his body acted so instinctively as to kiss and touch her so fervently. "I...I'm...," Nick whispered, only to break from his thoughts as he felt her body jerking against him, as if trying to free herself from his grasps, only to feel the top of her knee brushing against his growing mass.