Her Secret Affair

Chapter 9

She woke up early morning, their bodies tangled up. Trying to figure out how to get out of bed without waking him up, Brianna slowly untwined her arms and her legs from his. As she was about to roll over, she felt him pull her back. "Where are you going," he murmured softly, placing kisses all over her face and neck. "I was going to go back to my room. I have the last conference session to attend today." Checking the time off the bedside table, "We have time."

Before she could say anything more, she felt her body responding to his as soon as he got on top of her. Her hips leaning upward towards his. He kissed her with less urgency this time, taking his time, savouring her. The intimacy of his kiss showing her how much he wants her. Their body moved together in a slow dance as he slid himself inside her. The slowness of their pleasure intensifying her attachment to him. She grabbed tightly onto his back, with her legs hooked around his hips, leaving no spaces between them as he pushed deeper into her.

"Brie," he heard her whisper against her ears, his voice filled with passion. He came inside her as he felt the soft tremours of her body surrounding him. Neither dared look at each other, they remained buried in each other's necks. Him for fear that all his harboured feelings for her would be evident for her to see. Her, for fear that he would see the shock on her face as she realised she had never been just a friend for him. All their time together flashing in her mind, all the signs she missed. Would her life have been different if she hadn't been blind? Would they have still been together?

"No," she thought, giving herself a mental shake. "No what-ifs, I love my son and he wouldn't be here without Joseph."

She absent-mindedly kissed his shoulder. He slowly raised his head, and smiled "Good morning." "Good morning," she smiled back at him.

"Want to go take a shower?" 

"My clothes are in my room."

"I'll give you a shirt to wear once you're done and then I'll take you to your room to change." 

She got off the bed and walked to the bathroom. She silently closed the door behind her and stared at her face in the mirror. Her lips were swollen from all the kissing, and her face flushed. She looked alive. With a small smile tugging at her lips, she stood in the shower cubicle and let the water hit her body. With her eyes closed, she thought about last night. 

It has been such a long time since she felt desired like that. A long time since she felt wanted. She jumped as she felt his body behind her, and his arms pulling her body back against his. He kissed her neck from behind, with one hand up against the wall. 

"I couldn't stay in that room knowing you were in here naked and alone" he teased.

"So you came to keep me company," she murmured.

"More than that. Do you feel how hard my dick is against your arse? I came to push you up against that wall and put it inside you."

His words sending shivers down her vagina, which pulsed in anticipation. 

He turned her around, pushed her against the wall as he hooked his arm under her left leg, opening up his way inside her. He pushed into her, slowly at first, with the water hitting against his back.  He loved how her body was ready for him, her wetness making his entry smooth. She started moving her hips against his, the movement making him fuck her faster and harder. They were soon both panting and moaning, releasing into her only once he felt her pulsating around his dick.

He slowly let her leg down, and reached over for the loofah and the shower gel. He took his time lathering soap all over her body, memorising every inch of her. As they finished, he wrapped her in a towel, and walked to the bedroom.

"Here," he said handing her a pale blue shirt. "I've already put your clothes in a small bag."

"Thanks."

"Will you have breakfast with me before we head to the conference? I'm supposed to be giving out a prize or something."

"Oh yeah, they had a small competition running."

"What time do you leave?" he asked.

"I'm supposed to be checking out this morning before the conference starts. I'm heading home once it's finished at 2."

"Stay with me. This afternoon that is. Until 5 or 6, or whenever."

"I can't Frankie."

"I understand."

"No, don't get me wrong. I have to pick up my son from preschool. I promised him I'd pick him up after the conference."

"Oh ok," he smiled, because for him that meant if she didn't have her son to pick up, she would have stayed with him. "Let's make the most of this morning then."

They walked to her room, chatting and laughing. As they went inside, Frankie sat by the table and watched her as she packed her things, setting aside a nude pencil dress and black heels.

"Where are you going?" he asked when he saw her about to take her clothes to go to the bathroom.

"I'm going to get dressed," she answered shyly.

He stood up, and walked over to her, taking the clothes from her hands. "Let me help you."

He unbuttoned his shirt on her, sliding it off her shoulders and letting it drop to the floor. He picked up the knickers on her bed, and kneeled down in front her.

"Are you serious?"

"What did you think I was going to do?" he grinned.

"Nothing," she huffed, as she felt throbbing between her legs.

Taking her foot in his hand, he slowly pulled her knickers up to her knees. His fingers brushing lightly against her skin. As he pulled it towards her hips, he brushed his hand between her thighs, pretending to fix her knickers properly. He stood up, taking her bra, he put her arms between the straps. Standing behind her, he brushed her nipples as he position her bra over her breast. Bending down, he pushed her hair to the side and kissed her neck as he clasped her bra.

"You're teasing me."

"No, I'm not. I'm just helping you get dressed."

"You're not helping."

"I just put on your knickers and your bra, how can you say I'm not helping," he says smiling.

"You're just playing with me. You're... You're...." she gasped as she felt his hand cup hard against her vagina.

"I'm what?" he asked as he slid his fingers inside her. She twisted around, kissing him hard, no longer able to hold back. She tugged at his belt, undoing his pants as fast as she could.

She wanted him. She needed him. "Slow down baby."

"No, I want you now."

He took her arms, and turned her around, bending her over the bed. Pulling his dick out his pants, he pushed it hard inside her. Her desires for him driving him crazy. He slowed down when he heard her scream, thinking he was hurting her. "No, don't stop. Harder. Faster. Please." Her words coming out between moans.

He moaned loudly as he came, her body tumbling down on the bed as her own orgasm hits her.

30 minutes later, they finally made it down to the conference. Breakfast together, forgotten. The silence between them grew as the time slowly came for them to say goodbye. 

"I should have come here since Monday," he said as they stood by her car in the parking lot.

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For making me feel like a woman again," she smiled.

"Are you sure everything is ok, Brie?"

"Of course. I'll see you around?"

"You will," tempted to cover her lips with his, he placed a lingering kiss on her cheek.