More Than Friends 24

Kate was so deep in thought, she didn't even realize that Jason had been watching her from the kitchen door. She sat on the edge of the table, her legs swinging back and forth. He knew by now that this was her most favourite spot in the entire house. The verandah was open and spacious, extending from the kitchen door all along the side of the house, and was furnished only with a sturdy wooden table, 2 chairs, and a couch. Her blanket was still on the couch, she had spent the morning there, reading. In fact, she spent many hours out here, mostly processing and coming to terms with how her life had changed. At this particular moment in time, she was sipping a cup of coffee, holding the mug with both hands. It was raining, storming actually, and he also knew that this type of weather resonated with her. Storms, flashes of lightning, thunder in the distance. She was at peace. Perhaps even for the first time in the 5 months she'd been here.

Her husband, Shaun, had been his best friend since childhood, and the two couples used to spend a lot of time together, mostly camping over the weekends. She and Shaun had been together since college, but their 10 year marriage and his own of almost 6 years didn't mean much when David and Jason's wife decided they prefer each others company instead.

Both of them were in bad place after the break ups, and he offered her a place to stay, knowing she would struggle to make rent on her own. After all, he had this big house to himself after Lillith left. He recalls that it was an awkward conversation, and he didn't even expect her to accept his offer. But she did.

And it was awkward, at first. They were both broken, wounded. They kept to themselves for a while, each dealing with this new situation, and with the betrayal, in their own way. Eventually it become... comfortable. They started spending more time together, and she would keep him company most evenings while he worked his Chef's magic in the kitchen.

A low rumble of thunder brought him back from his thoughts. He walked up to her, stood in front of her and took the mug from her hands. She could tell by the way he looked at her that something was different. She instinctively parted her legs slightly, and he stepped in closer. It came naturally. It felt like he belonged right there. She was so close to him, he could feel her warmth on his crotch. Damn this woman...

"I have something to say," he started, "and I need to get it off my chest before my courage deceives me."

She didn't say a word, and he continued.

"I think, no, I know that... I..." He felt so vulnerable, suddenly.

"Yes?" she urged on.

He hesitated for a few seconds. And then,

"I want you," was all he simply said.

"In what sense do you want me?"

No or never, he thought. He cupped her face with his hands. His thumb gently brushing over her lower lip.

"In every sense that a man could possibly want a woman." He hesitated. "But with our past, what we've been through, I wasn't sure how you'd..."

Sarah placed two fingers on his lips to cut the sentence short.

"Then take me," was all she said.

That was all he needed to hear, and the restraint he thought he had vanished. He pulled her hips closer to him, so hard and fierceful that his passion surprised her. She wrapped her arms around him, opening herself up to him completely, responding to his kiss with the same fierceful passion she'd been bottling up. She could feel his cock throbbing against her. His lips moved down her neck, nibbling and biting while his hands fumbled at the buttons of her shirt; and failing with the buttons, he just ripped the thing open and pushed it over her shoulders.

She wasn't wearing any underwear, and her nipples instantly responded to the cold air. He moved his mouth down over one nipple, felt it hardening even more under his tongue. He loved the way she responded to his touch, her head thrown back, arching her spine, pushing herself against him. He lifted his head from her bosom, straightened himself and gave her a quick bite on the lip before pushing her back down onto the table. He slid his fingers into the waistband of her shorts, grateful for her minimal clothing and the fact that the chilly weather didn't affect her.

She lifted her hips so that he could pull the pants off. He placed his one hand over her mound, rubbing her clit with his thumb, and with his other hand slid two fingers into her warm moist folds. Fuck, she was so wet and inviting... He thrust his hand hard, while still rubbing her with his thumb and the effect was instantaneous. She buckled under his touch and her moans just made him harder, he wanted to be in her, so badly. She sat up and reached for his jeans' zipper while whispering "Fuck me, now..." sliding his jeans down his hips. She was just as desperate to get him in her, and he was relieved that she wasn't in the mood for extended foreplay, he wouldn't have been able to control himself for very much longer.

He inched closer to her again, and she spread her legs for him. His cock was hard as he placed the tip at the entrance of her cunt, and it took all his willpower to not thrust deep in her. He could tell that the suspense was killing her as much as it was him.

He cupped her face again, looking at her long and hard, biting his lip slightly as he took it all in. This woman whom he'd fallen for, who he had wanted since she first moved in. Maybe even before. Her eyes were wild with passion, for him, and she was breathing heavily; her mouth slightly open, waiting in anticipation. His gaze returned to her eyes, and she held his stare while he thrusted into her, so hard that she gasped.

And then he stopped, as deep into her as he could. He pulled her tight to his chest, his arms going around her waist and up her shoulders, holding her in a vice grip. He started thrusting again, and she synced her movements with his, matching it in ferocity, her fingers painfully digging into the muscles on his back. He could tell she was close, and he was still trying to control himself but her breathing and moans were making it so damn hard.

He started increasing the speed of his thrusts, her legs now wrapped around him. He leaned in to kiss her passionately, thrusting his tongue into her mouth in sync with the rhythm of their hips. She bit his bottom lip, hard, drawing blood, and urged him to fuck her harder, deeper, mercilessly.

It was more than he could take. He pushed her back down on to the table, rough, and gripped her thighs, pulling her hard against him with each thrust into her warm, wet cunt. She arched her back as she climaxed, gripping the sides of the table. The sight of her, like this, moved him in ways he never experienced before. Her moans, the way her breasts rose and fell with her breathing, her hardened nipples. Her sweet, husky voice telling him, begging him to come deep in her, took away the last iota of self restraint. He leaned forward and placed his hands on her shoulders, pinning her down and with the final thrusts, hard and brutal, exploded in her.

He gently kissed her tummy, her skin salty and warm, and rested his head on her chest. She entwined her fingers in his hair. They stayed like that for a while, breathless, while she held him to her. After what felt like an eternity, but couldn't have been more than a couple of minutes, he straightened up and pulled her tight against him and gave her a deep yet gentle kiss before picking her up from the table and carrying her over to the couch. It was still raining.

She protested playfully as he set her down, and lowered himself down on top of her, covering them with the blanket.

"We've already wasted months, I don't intend to let the rest of the afternoon go to waste, too."