**Chapter 2: Surrendering to Desire**

As the evening wore on, Jesus found himself stealing glances at Maya, who was chatting with his mothers, her eyes sparkling with amusement. He couldn't help but think about the earlier encounter under the table and how it had left him wanting more. The dinner conversation had turned to movies, and everyone was discussing their favorite films. Maya was engrossed in a debate with Ana about the merits of romantic comedies. Jesus excused himself and got up to refill his drink, his eyes locking onto Maya's as he walked by. He smiled, and Maya's cheeks flushed slightly, her eyes dropping to her lap. As he returned to his seat, he reached under the table and gently took Maya's hand, his fingers intertwining with hers. Maya's eyes met his, a hint of excitement in their depths. Without a word, Jesus leaned over and pressed his lips to Maya's ear. "I want you," he whispered, his breath sending shivers down her spine. Maya's face grew hotter, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she shifted in her seat, her legs parting slightly as Jesus slid his hand up her thigh. His fingers danced along the edge of her dress, sending tremors through her body. As the conversation above them continued, Jesus slipped his hand under Maya's dress, his fingers finding her wet and ready. Maya's eyes flew to his, her mouth parting in a silent gasp. Jesus brought his face close to her knee, his tongue darting out to lick her skin. Maya's hands clenched into fists, her body trembling as Jesus's fingers explored her. He found her clit and began to massage it, Maya's moans muffled as she bit her lip. The sound of her ragged breathing and the faint rustling of her dress were the only signs of her distress. Jesus's mouth moved higher, his tongue tracing the edge of her dress. Maya's legs spread wider, her body surrendering to his touch. He pulled her dress up, his eyes meeting hers as he lowered his head. The sounds of the dinner party grew louder, but Maya was lost in the sensations coursing through her body. Jesus's tongue slipped inside her, and she arched her back, her body trembling on the edge of release. As Maya's climax approached, Jesus's mouth sealed around her, his tongue dancing in a frantic rhythm. Maya's body stiffened, her legs locking around his head as she came, her juices flooding his mouth. Maya's eyes flew to his, her face flushed with pleasure. Jesus smiled, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction, as he pulled back, his mouth glistening with Maya's juices. Maya's face was a picture of innocence, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she adjusted her dress, trying to compose herself. The evening wore on, but the tension between Jesus and Maya was palpable, their bodies still humming with desire. As the night drew to a close, Jesus knew that he would have to find a way to be alone with Maya, to explore the spark that had ignited between them.