Illicit Affairs by Holly Dixon

Thirty-Two

The moon yawnedas it rose from slumber and stretched across the lovers’ bodies, the sun now kissing the cotton candy wisps in the sky as it danced across tangled limbs laid bare upon crisp white sheets.

Nate and Ava woke to face each other’s tender embrace and even in the brief state of sleep their bodies found one another. One small sigh from smiling lips led to one small moan from kissing mouths, slowly burning for each other like the sticky hot wax trickling down the side of a candle.

A shadow danced sensually back and forth across the thick carpet that was burnt orange by the sunrise flooding into the suite. Ava mounted Nate’s lap, her hips rolling on and off his manhood, every movement fuelled by desire and nothing else.

“That’s my girl…just…like…that.” Nate groaned long and deep, just like his cock which dragged against her silken humid walls.

With fingers entwined like their souls, Ava pinned his hands against the headboard, a dark giggle leaving her lips as she peered down and shook her head coyly. “Oh, I’m not your girl,” she purred, her golden hair on fire as it curtained her face, “I’m your woman.” She adored the burning look in his gaze that her words elicited, cherished the way his biceps tensed and pushed the network of veins to the surface. Her back arched as she used his hands as purchase, her ripened peach now twerking on his sensitive tip and taking claim on his body.

“Sh-shit,” hissed Nate, his arms shaking as he tried to keep his composure, but she was making it impossible with the way her wet little cunt was fucking his rock hard crown. “Slow down, you’re gonna make me…fu—!” His voice broke apart as she cut him off by abruptly sinking down onto him. Skin slapped upon skin, her breath fanning across his face as she moaned against his length stretching her out deep inside.

“Gonna make you what, sir?” Her lips grinned dirtily down at him making him want to fuck that filthy mouth all over again.

“Ava…” he growled a warning, but she paid no notice to it, speeding up her movements until sweat began to saturate the roots of her golden nest. Nate couldn’t take it anymore; he reversed the grip of their hands, taking both of hers in his right as his left abruptly clamped her pretty throat. “You naughty little brat”—he tightened the grip on both of his hands—“you wanna act like a petulant child?” Nate brought her face close to his and watched that beautiful masochistic smile light up her face as she innocently nodded her head. “Then you’re gonna fuck Daddy’s dick until you remember how to behave.”

Ava’s eyes sprung wide at his words. She had never heard such a term in the bedroom, and was confused and conflicted by the level of arousal it stirred within her. Nothing short of a squeal left her lips as he rocked up into her with the force of a freight train, one short stab before slowly dragging himself out of her.

“More,” she whined, eyes closing and lips opening in slow motion. He answered her with hands suddenly appearing on her plump derrière, nails biting into her flesh as he took a tight grip, released, and then suddenly swatted her flesh before gripping her again. “God, yes!” Ava squealed as strong hands gripped her slim hips, holding her down as he drove up inside of her, hard and fast to make her cry out again and again for more.

“Suck,” he ordered, placing his digit into her mouth, groaning loudly as she did as told, swirling her hot little tongue around him and mimicking that day in the boardroom. His finger popped out of her mouth only to pop straight into her puckered star.

“Gah!” The foreign object inside her rear was a pleasurable intrusion as she tensed and gripped his finger.

An erotic symphony filled the morning air: skin slapping skin, blended moans, the headboard rattling against the wall, and the springs in the mattress begging for mercy. They both melted into one another with a grip of hair here, a scratch and bite there.

Ava had never experienced such aggressive sex before and despite the sunlight shining upon their glistening bodies, it was a darkness that was creeping out of both of them, their sinful fantasies being shared. It felt like they were taking their frustrations and jealousy out on each other—the fact that they didn’t belong to each other and morally shouldn’t.

All morning, every corner of Nate’s hotel suite was baptised in their unholy union of flesh on flesh, dancing around the elephant in the room. They both knew they were destined to fail—the complications of work, marriage, and the inevitable distance that would be put between them—but neither of them could stop.

“I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve stood in this shower and dreamt of having you in here with me.” Nate smirked against her ear, stood behind her in a soapy embrace.

“Oh? Pray tell, Brooks.”

“A gentleman could never reveal such derogatory thoughts.”

“If you tell me…I’ll make sure it happens…”

“You’re like the Energizer Bunny!” Nate laughed as his arms wrapped around her middle and pulled her back close to him. It never failed to amaze him how she fitted his body perfectly, the epitome of a missing puzzle piece. He couldn’t help but wonder what kind of sick joke God was playing on him by giving him his other half at the wrong time.

“What’s wrong?” Ava asked, feeling his arms tighten around her tummy as though he never wanted to let go.

“It should have been you…”

“What?”

“Nothing,” he sighed softly and leaned down to kiss her shoulder. “Finish getting cleaned up, sweetheart.” He spanked her bottom to cut the conversation short, chuckling as she jumped from the unexpected sting upon her blushing rear. As he stepped out of the shower, he allowed himself a moment to watch the stream of hot water meander down her gorgeous figure, the steam misting around her as though she were a walking shampoo commercial.

“Are you going to stand there and perv on me all day?” Ava teased, her back to him as she lathered soap into her hair.

“You say that like it’d be a bad thing,” Nate chuckled, wrapping a towel around his waist before making his way out of the luxurious bathroom.

When Ava eventually joined him in the room again, a towel wrapped around her body, the nutty aroma of coffee filled the air.

“What do ya British call it…a ‘cuppa’ is on the side table for you,” Nate said with a wink as he pulled a tight pair of black boxers up around his package.

“I don’t drink coffee.” Ava rolled her eyes at the small white mug placed upon her bedside, wondering why every man she had slept with felt the need to make her coffee the morning after.

“I know. That’s why I made you tea.” When Ava stopped short to look up at him, his eyebrows creased together in confusion at the look on her face. “What? You didn’t think I’d forget the coffee machine fiasco, did ya?”

She couldn’t help but feel a warmth seep throughout her chest and stomach, different from when his hands wandered between her legs. This feeling was different, more deep rooted within her. Whatever it was, it pushed her to ask, “Would you like to get breakfast with me?”

“Can’t.”

“Oh…” She couldn’t help but slump her shoulders in defeat.

“It’s too late for breakfast so I’ve already arranged brunch.” As soon as the words left his mouth that look appeared on her face again. “What is that look?” Nate couldn’t help but laugh.

“Oh, nothing…” Ava grinned as she dropped her towel and walked towards the only man who could ever steal her heart.