Affair to Remember

Seven

Demi | Mature

I softly moaned, clutching at the sheet beneath me as his tongue lapped at my juices. My back arched as his tongue curled up inside me, my fingers running over his head as my thighs clamped on either side of his head. I bit down on my lip, my eyes closed as I began to pant, able to feel my peak building up. His smooth hand slid up my side and he cupped my left breast, his thumb softly massaging my nipple that quickly hardened under his touch. My lips parted as I softly gasped.

"Do you like that?" I whined as he removed his lips from my soaked core. He pressed a kiss to my pubic bone and then began to kiss up my body. His lips wrapped around my nipple, his tongue flicking against the hard nub. I began to gently move my hips, his hardened cock sliding against my slippery slit. He kissed up my chest, his lips sucking instantly on my sweet spot that made me shiver beneath him. His lips spread into a smirk against my skin as I dug my nails into his back. "What do you want, Baby?" his hot breath hit my neck as his lips brushed against my ear.

"Fuck-Fuck me..."

"As you wish, Angel" I cried out as he pressed himself into me, his lips remaining pressed to my ear as he slowly eased himself into me.

"Jesse..."

I gasped awake, staring up at the white ceiling. My heart was hammering against my chest. I glanced over at Wilmer who lay beside me, fast asleep and snoring. I rolled my eyes and released a breath as I climbed out of bed. I grabbed my laptop off my vanity and headed out of the room. It was only 2:23am but I knew I wouldn't get back to sleep so I settled on the couch and started to write. Jesse never once left my mind as the words started to form on the page. I wrote for hours until sleep managed to catch up with me.

"Demi?" I slowly woke as delicate fingers caressed the side of my face. I stretched out my sore and tense muscles before I glanced up at Wilmer who was dressed. "Morning Baby. I made you a coffee" I forced a smile onto my face as I glanced at the mug on the coffee table. My cheeks began to burn and a pang of guilt shot through my heart as I remembered my dream last night, the one that inspired me to write 6 pages.

"Thanks" I reached for the mug, the warmth radiating off it as I brought it towards me.

"You falling asleep somewhere else is becoming a habit" he lightly joked as he ran his fingers through my hair. I reached for my laptop which I pulled onto my lap. I lifted my coffee up to my lips. "Is that words on the screen?" I nodded, his smile widened as he leant to kiss my temple. "I knew you would do it" he stood there for a moment, seeming to be reading the words on the screen. I can't even remember what I wrote. "I can't wait to read it, Nena" he pressed another kiss to my temple and then turned to leave. Like he's ever read any of my other books. I released a breath once he'd left, focusing then on the words I'd written and even though I'd written it with zero sleep and at 2am, I couldn't bring myself to delete any of it. He was a mystery that had suddenly turned up in my character's life, come to destroy her marriage that she once thought was the most perfect thing. I've never related more to a character.

I spent most of my morning writing, the words just continued to flow out onto the page. The more that I wrote, the more I was forced to think about my own marriage. This is something I never thought would happen. This isn't something I ever wanted to happen. I thought that Wilmer was my forever. I thought our love was indestructible but now that Jesse has appeared in my life, I'm starting to question it and it's beginning to show in my writing as well.

I eventually had to pull myself away from it, the guilt beginning to grow in my heart. I shouldn't be having these thoughts for someone who isn't my husband. I shouldn't be wanting him to do things to me.

I made myself some lunch and as I was munching on my sandwich, there was a gentle knock on my front door. I'm not expecting anyone. My heart suddenly began to hammer against my chest at the thought it could be him. I held my breath as I walked towards my front door, unlocking the door and pulling it open to reveal the person I thought it could be. His lips twitched into a smile as he shoved his hands into his pockets. I suddenly remembered my dream and my cheeks began to burn. I couldn't look him in the eye.

"Afternoon. I was just checking on you, haven't seen you all weekend" I nodded, my cheeks remained on fire.

"I-I just spent some time with my husband" he nodded, glancing briefly down at the floor. I could have said Wilmer, he knows who Wilmer is. It's like I'm trying to make a point. I doubt it'll work to remove the inappropriate thoughts though.

"How long is he away for this time?" his lips twitched into a sort of smirk as he met my gaze. I suddenly felt hypnotised under his piercing blue eyes. I was beginning to feel like I couldn't breathe. "Is he disappearing on another business trip?" my mouth opened but nothing came out. "You might be married, Demi, but you're not happy."

"I-I'm perfectly fine, thank you" if I was so perfectly fine, why did I have a sex dream about him? Why did I dream about his hands all over my body, his lips on every inch of my skin? No one who's happily married dreams about that. I stumbled backwards as he took a step forward, stepping into my house. I couldn't find the strength to tell him to leave. His eyes burnt into mine as he lightly caressed my jaw.

"You're far from fine, Demi. You've thought about it, haven't you?" my eyes continued to stare into his, I couldn't even force myself to look away. "You've thought about how my lips would feel on yours, haven't you?" I swallowed hard as I managed to shake my head. His lips twitched into a smirk. I held my breath as he leant in to me, pressing a delicate kiss to my cheek. The simple touch had my body on fire, it left me craving more. No more words were exchanged as he turned and left, leaving me a hot and trembling mess behind him.

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