Her Secret Affair

Chapter 7

Frankie was back at the pool, in their initial seats, drink in hand, with his t-shirt draped over the back of the chair. Drops of water glistening over his lean body, hair wet. He definitely does work out, she thought. Images of fingers running down his torso flashed through her mind.

"For a moment I thought you weren't coming," he said, bringing her back to reality. "I started without you."

"I just had to call home for a bit."

"Everything ok?"

"Yeh, it is." Taking a sip of her drink, she laid down on the pool chair, closing her eyes for a few seconds.

Frankie looked at her. He could tell something was bothering her. Standing up, "Come, let's go for a swim."

"But I just sat down!" "So? You can sit down again when we finish." he laughed and dived into the pool.

Brianna sat up sipping her margarita to get a better glimpse of him. He swam to the end of the pool and back. Crossing his arms on the poolside, water dripping down his face, "Why are you still sitting there, Brie?"

"I would like to finish my drink first." He continued staring at her.

"Are you just going to stay there looking at me?"

"Just making sure you finish that drinking" he smiled.

If he got out of that pool, his erection would be visible for all to see. Although he looked composed, his mind was filled with her. Looking at her in that bikini was making him crazy. Her body looked more womanly than it did back then. He wanted to run his tongue along the tiny stretch marks on her stomach. Pull those bottoms off and stick his tongue inside her.

"Earth to Frankie," he heard her saying.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Where did you go just now? What were you thinking?"

"You don't want to know."

"Tell me."

"Brie, come take a swim."

It was starting to get dark, and the hotel had put on the fairy lights around the pool. Their reflections dancing along with the movement of the water. She knew she was playing a dangerous game, but she slowly stood up, and cautiously walked to the side of the pool.

She sat down by the poolside, next to where he was leaning, with her legs dangling in the water. He looked up at her, "Is that it? You are not coming in?"

"I will, I'm just feeling the water for now. I like it here, like this. Reality seems so far." she continued, mostly to herself.

"I like it here...with you."

"Frankie..."

"Don't say anything." He moved in front of her, positioning himself between her knees. He wanted to burrow his head between her thighs and fill his mouth with her. Instead, he reached up his hands, holding onto her waist, and slowly pulled her into the pool. He didn't want his desires to scare her away. He knew that if he wanted to be with her, he had to go slow.

She steadied herself by placing her hands on his shoulders. The movement made him pull her closer against his body. Her legs wrapped around his waist. The water lapping around them, the hotel disappearing from their mind.

"Frankie," she said softly.

"Brie, each time you say my name you make me want you more. I don't even know why I'm saying this, but if you want me to let you go," he paused, "Tell me now. And we will get out of this pool, sit and have a drink just like two friends would. Nothing will happen. It is taking all my self-control not to kiss you right now. So please, tell me, should I let you go?"

They stayed like that for a while, no one saying a word. He could see the desires in her eyes. But he didn't want to push her. She had to make her choice.

Slowly, she moved her face towards his and kissed his lips. Pulling back, he looked at her, "Brie, are you sure?"

"Don't let me go," she whispered.

He held her around her hips and brought her closer to him, her legs tightening around his waist. He kissed her, pushing his tongue inside her mouth, tasting every bit of her. His hand moved up her back, tugging at the strings of her bikini top around her neck. Trailing kisses down her neck, taking up her exposed breast in his mouth as she bent her head backwards. He heard a soft moan escape her lips.

"Brie, we need to go inside." "Why?" she asked dazed. "The pool bar will open soon for happy hour, and I don't want an audience for the things I want to do to you." The realisation of where they were slowly registering on her face. She let him guide her to the pool side, his muscle taunt as he lifted himself out. Her eyes widening at the sight of the bulge in his shorts. He bent down, offering his hand to help her out. Tying her bikini top and wrapping her in a beach towel, he kissed her softly. "Let's go."

They rode the elevator in silence, the ride feeling longer that it should, the sexual tension apparent. As the door opened, he took her hand and pulled her towards the direction of his room. She hesitated slightly, causing him to stop and look back at her.

"Changed your mind?"