Bella had barely closed the door when Alex began to kiss the back of her neck, pushing her shirt aside slightly to kiss along her shoulder which he knew was an exceptionally sensitive area for her.
She moaned and brought her hand up, grasping his hair. Her breasts were bigger than Jessica’s, her hips a bit wider, and Bella was a few inches taller than Jess, but she was still a head shorter than Alex.
He lifted her top over her head. His fingers lingered on her skin and he smiled as he turned her to face him. His lips pressed to hers and she couldn’t help but smile as they swayed gently with one another.
There was no sense of urgency, it was a dance they’d done dozens, if not hundreds, of times in random hotels across the country. The first time had been out of anger with the attention Phil and Jess gave one another, the obvious care and concern the long-term friends held for each other pushed a sense of insecurity onto each of their spouses. That first night they were together was a rough and angry fucking, followed with remorse and shame the next morning.