Jericho stroked his beard as Xena entered his chamber. He had a playful sparkle in his eyes, knowing that he had a significant impact on his brother’s mistress. He felt happy that she desired him more than his brother.
He stood up and walked slowly towards Xena, making her desire him even more. She pressed her body against the door, hoping that Jericho would embrace her and help alleviate the anger she felt inside.
She felt her entire body become weak instantly as he performed that action. All the anger she felt, everything – they got replaced with shock as her eyes widened and stared at him with the way he slammed his lips on her.
Jericho.. Jericho was kissing her again! Good heavens! He is such a good kisser.
This is what he has always wanted, he couldn’t deny Alpha Malik can fuck than Jericho but he likes denying her kissing, moreover he seem scarce lately.
She gasped into his lips, feeling so surprised, her heart racing heavily.
Jericho’s slightly rough palm held her cheek as he took her lips into his mouth, drawing tiny life from them.
He reached for the lower lip, sucked it in, then went deep for her tongue next.
Xena got lost in the sizzling feeling and didn’t realize when she wrapped her hand around his back, brushing her fingers into his soft hair.
Breaths were exchanged, their tongues waggled and Xena gasped when she felt Jericho bit the tip of her tongue.
“Oh my God..!” She moaned breathlessly as she forcefully pulled her lips away so she could catch her breath.
She panted heavily and Xena rested his head on her shoulders, waiting for her to catch her breath.
And while he waited, he lifted his hand to her shirt and pulled it down so her chest would be exposed.
He hadn’t taken off her shirt during the intercourse. So, that part was pretty much covered.
He shifted her br@ slightly so he could see her nipples and when the red, round plump came out, he lowered his lips and took it into his mouth.
“Ah…” Xena’s voice was deep.
That was actually the first time he was doing that to her, the first time a man was doing that to her – kissing her and licking any part of her body.
As a matter of fact, she’s never experienced it before and didn’t even know it’d feel that way.
Jericho, being good at what he does, took the round circle into his mouth and teased it tinglingly with his tongue, sending hot vibrations into Xena’s body.
“Oh… My God! Jericho…” She called like she was whimpering.
Her eyes were shut, her fingers crawling into his hair.
Damn it! He was making her so wet again.
As he sucked on the nipple, Jericho took his hand to the second breast and squeezed it a little. He liked how full they felt in his hand.
Her small b00bs were finally something to write home about.
He left the first nipple and went to the second nipple immediately, circling his tongue around it.
Xena didn’t notice when she opened her legs wider for him, the ecstasy driving her nuts.
To make it worse, as Jericho sucked on the nipple, he took his free hand to her v@gina again and began rubbing it gently.
“Oh, Jericho..” Xena almost had a breakdown.
“What’re you… doing to me?”
Jericho threatened a finger into her hood, but it was only to tease her as he didn’t let the finger go in but continued rubbing the region.
He gave her nipples tiny bites at intervals and pulled them with his teeth so hard, Xena felt them hurt her.
But she liked it – likes the sweetness in the pain.
Jericho took his hand from her v@gina and supported her cheeks instead as he went for her lips again.
This time around, there was no form of repulsion of any sort as Xena pulled him close by the hair, wishing she could get glued to his entire body.
“Goodness! That was Jericho, my husband’s brother!”
She moaned into his lips as he kissed her ravishly, hungrily. “How come this guy he’ so good at kissing that she had always wanted all her life?” She thought.
Her eyes widened in shock as Jericho gently pushed her onto the bed. Uncertainty filled the air as she watched his head slowly descending towards her legs.
Confusion and curiosity swirled within her mind. What was he trying to do?
Jericho…?” Her voice stuttered, filled with a mixture of surprise and pleasure.
Jericho’s hands delicately brushed against her thighs as he began to lower himself towards her. However, abruptly, Xena halted his actions, as if she were trying to suppress another forbidden desire, one that mirrored the role of a king’s concubine.
“Wait…” Her voice cracked, revealing a mixture of uncertainty and determination. She swiftly moved her legs and firmly grasped his face, pulling him upwards.
Jericho’s brow arched in response, a flicker of surprise crossing his features. He gazed at her, momentarily taken aback by her actions. It seemed that she was indeed stopping him, introducing an unexpected twist to their encounter.
“What is it, Xena?” He asked in a whisper as he returned to his former position in-between her legs and brought his face closer to her neck.
Octavia’s breathing became heavy as she felt his weight pressing against her. “We are on the verge of crossing another forbidden boundary. Should we proceed or halt?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.