As the music bounced and throbbed around him, James' focus was zoned in on one thing...and that was the cute little thing dancing in front of him. He knew he should be focusing on his niece - this was, after all, her wedding day - but there was something about Breanne, and the way she moved which had his entire attention. Ever since the incident the other night, he had become completely consumed by her. He yearned for more, desperate to know everything about her in every way possible.

At one point, Breanne met his gaze, and winked as she smiled at him. Smiling back, James nodded at her, and his stomach gave a small flip when she suddenly made her way over to him.

"You look like you could use some company," she commented as she sat down, smiling warmly at him once more.

"Oh no, I am just fine Bree, don't let me keep you from the festivities," he replied, wanting her to stay and leave at the same time. He was both uncomfortable and completely at ease in her presence, and it left him with a jumbled mess of emotions.

"You're not, promise," Breanne reassured him, and surprised him by placing her hand over his. James looked down at their hands, and then back up at her, smiling as he captured her small hand in his. "You know... I'm really glad I had the chance to meet you, James," she added, and once more surprised him when she squeezed his hand affectionately.

He smiled back at her, simply studying her. Why was he so infatuated with this young woman? "Well I am very glad we met as well," James replied, reaching up to fix a strand of her hair which had fallen loose.

She looked away with a shy grin when he did this, and when her gaze finally came back to him he could see, even in the dark atmosphere, the lovely blush which stained her cheeks. "I think I'm going to step outside for some fresh air. Would you like to join me?" Breanne asked, a hint of pleading in her big eyes.

"That sounds nice, thank you," James replied with a smile, and the two of them made their way out of the reception hall and into the soft summer breeze.

"I'm sure you already know, but Ann is so excited that you're here. Like, I think she is most excited about you being at her wedding," Breanne commented as they walked through the darkness.

James gave a small chuckle at this. "I wouldn't have missed this for anything. Even though I don't get to see her as often as I would like, she has always been like a daughter to me," he explained.

Breanne simply smiled at this. "It's so beautiful out tonight," she commented as she looked up at the large moon above them. The way the pale light made her eyes shine and her skin glow made her look like an angel to him.

"Not as beautiful as you," he quietly commented, his words making her look at him with a surprised expression.

"I...thank you," she replied, smiling up at him. "You sure are a sweet talker."

He chuckled. "I have my moments," James replied, and hesitated before placing an arm around her shoulders as they continued along the small path outside the hotel. Pleasantly surprised, he felt her arm slip around his waist, and she moved inward, to where she was pressed closer to him. He was needing her in the worst way, and he was not sure how much longer he could keep his urges tamed.

Breanne closed her eyes briefly as she breathed in James' delicious scent. She had wanted him the moment she first saw him, and to be honest it scared her. Since her husband had passed away, she had not even thought about men, much less taken a notice to anyone. Now...it seemed James was reawakening that urge from deep within her...from the sophisticated style he constantly had, to his witty humor and intelligence, the man oozed sex, and after their intimate moment they shared she was definitely wanting to see more.

James looked down at Breanne when she stopped walking, and found her looking up at him. "I...can I admit something, without making things weird?"

He chuckled at this. "It would take a lot to make things weird. Admit away."

She hesitated, before leaning up on her tiptoes and, with a softness he almost did not feel, she brushed her lips against his. "You're making me regain interest in a love life," she whispered, and smiled shyly at him.

He looked down at her in disbelief for a moment, before taking her face in his hands and, without thinking, captured her lips with his in a passionate kiss, groaning at how soft her full lips felt against his. He had longed to taste her since that night in the basement, and she was sweeter than he had ever imagined. Letting out the tiniest little moan, her hands grasped his waist as the kiss quickly grew urgent, and slowly began to wander along his strong back.

In dire need of air, they finally forced themselves to pull away, looking at each other with dazed expressions. "Damn, you're a good kisser," she sighed in wonder, and as he chuckled at her comment she grabbed his face and pulled him back to her.

That chuckle quickly ended as another intense kiss began between them, and holding her close to him he ran his hands along her soft curves, before boldly sliding them lower to firmly grab her plump ass. When they once more forced themselves to pull away, he looked down at her for a moment, before quietly asking, "Would you like to accompany me in my hotel room?"

Lightly biting her lip, Breanne nodded. "I would like that," she quietly replied, and linking his fingers with hers, James led her along the path, back into the hotel and up to the floor where he was staying for the night. Breanne looked around in awe, his room much more extravagant than the room she had agreed to share with Annette's other friend. When she finally looked back at James, a pulsing started strong within her when she found him already out of his vest, suit jacket and tie as he kicked off his shoes, the top buttons undone on his shirt just enough to let his chest hair peak out. Walking over to him, she gently but firmly pushed on his chest, forcing him to sit on the edge of the bed, and hiking up her dress she straddled his lap, the bulge already forming between them not going unnoticed by her. Once more kissing him, Breanne moved her hips against him, brushing against his growing cock and pulling a groan from deep within his chest.

"We shouldn't stay away for too long," she whispered against his lips, her hands working on the remainder of his buttons, and in the blink of an eye she found herself on her back and him above her, his weight pressing her into the mattress.

Gazing down at her for a moment, his breathing heavy with lust, he licked his lips before asking, "What are you wanting?" Smiling sweetly up at him, she answered by unbuckling his pants and reaching inside, her soft hand closing around his painfully hard erection. "Fuck," he hissed, his eyes closing in ecstasy as she slowly stroked his length.

"I want this deep inside me," she whispered in his ear, and playfully bit his earlobe, her actions making a shudder run through him.

Running his hand down her side, and along her thigh, he came back up her inner thigh, and skimmed his fingers along the thin lacy barrier. Pushing her panties aside, he watched her as he slowly circled her clit with his finger, smirking when her actions stopped and her eyes slipped shut. Suddenly, he buried his finger inside her, a groan escaping his lips at how tight she felt and a cry coming from her slack mouth at the same time. "Is this where you want me?" He purred in her ear, easing his thick digit in and out slowly, and all she could do was nod her head, her hands clutching his shirt. Pushing his pants and boxers down enough to better free himself, he hooked her legs around his waist, and covering her mouth with his he eased himself into her, the two of them moaning simultaneously at the feel of the other. Grabbing her hands, he pinned them down above her head as he quickly increased his pace, to where he was thrusting into her at a rapid pace.

"Oh fuck...James..." she whimpered when he pulled back from the kiss, her thighs clamping around his waist as her hips moved in sync with his.

"God, you're so tight...you feel so much better than I imagined," he panted, squeezing her hands tighter. With all the pent up sexual tension within him from how she had been a little cocktease, he knew he wouldn't be able to last long but he was determined to drag her over the edge right along with him.

Breanne gasped loudly when he reached back down to stroke her clit in quick circles, her eyes wide as an orgasm began to quickly build. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum...oh god...James..." she panted, and once more cried out for him as her orgasm washed over her in wave after pulsing wave of pleasure.

Giving two more strong thrusts, James buried himself to the hilt within her as he followed her over the abyss of ecstasy, each twitch of his cock mirrored by a spasm of her inner muscles. Once it all subsided, he collapsed into her open arms, closing his eyes when she immediately held him tight to her heaving breast.

After a moment, he forced himself to get back up onto his elbows and looked down at her, smirking at the sated expression on her face. Opening her eyes, she grinned up at him, and grasping the collar of his shirt pulled him down for a kiss. "You're fucking good," she commented when they pulled apart, making him chuckle as he stood up and adjusted his pants.

"Am I 'fucking good', or good at fucking?" he teased, smirking at her as he helped her to her feet.

"Both," she replied with a grin.

James laughed at this. "You're incredible as well," he replied, and softly kissed her lips. "We should get back down to the festivities."

She nodded. "May I borrow your bathroom mirror first?"

"Of course," he replied, and as he redressed he watched her walk over to the large mirror by the bathroom area.

"Oh no," she complained with a small chuckle as she examined her reflection.

"What's wrong?"

"I, uh...well my hair is making it very obvious I just got fucked," she commented as she looked at herself from different angles.

Walking over to her, James examined the damage of her hairdo, and with a surprising gentleness he rearranged bobby pins in her hair to make it look like she had simply been having a good time at the reception, rather than a good time in his hotel room. "Better?" he inquired once he was done, and she examined his handiwork.

"Well... yeah. Wow, you're good. Thank you," she replied, looking up at him with a surprised expression, and smiled at him. "Should I have came to you to get my hair done for the wedding?"

He laughed. "My ex-wife and I attended many high-end functions together, so over the years I guess I became good at offering quick fixes to up-dos for her."

Breanne simply smiled at this, and leaned up to give him one final kiss. "I'm going to head down now. Will I see you back out there?"

"Of course," he replied with a smile, and kissed her cheek before watching her exit the room. Once alone, James sat back down on the edge of the bed, and took in what had just conspired. He just had sex with someone much younger than he, and practically still a stranger. He had not done something like this since he was closer to her age. Since when was that the norm for him? As he closed his eyes, though, he could still taste her sweet lips, and smell her arousal. He could still feel her hands on his back, and feel her curves under his own hands. With a realization which took him by surprise, it dawned on him that...he was infatuated by her...