Forbidden Heartbreak Ch 02

*** Author's note: This is an alternative, more optimistic ending to the story. Because my stupid brain wouldn't let me sleep until I wrote it down. ***

For months Sarah spent every spare moment designing, planning and working on her dream house and garden. She had to do as much as possible herself to keep costs down. As she put the kids to bed in their new bedrooms she realised she had never been so happy in her life. It would have been nice to have someone to snuggle up with at the end of a busy day, but she didn't NEED a man.

One rainy autumn evening Sarah had the house to herself and she was busy painting the lounge. A fire crackled cheerfully in her brand new wood burner and the TV was on to provide some background entertainment. She didn't even hear the door buzzer the first time. When it buzzed again (more insistently) she sighed and put her paint brush in a bucket of water. Sarah had already opened the front door before she remembered that it wasn't advisable to do that at night when you weren't expecting visitors. A man stood dripping on her doorstep, holding a single red rose. He lifted his head towards the light and said, "Hi, did you miss me?"

Sarah stared in shock. "Kevin," she gasped. She flung her arms around his wet shoulders. "Of course I missed you, you moron." Then Sarah realised it was quite cold out on the front porch and she was only wearing a tank top and paint-smeared yoga pants. She quickly ushered him inside, where he took off his jacket and sat on the couch in front of the fire.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, still not quite believing it was him. He looked thinner than she remembered. "Wait, how did you even know where to find me?"

Kevin smiled wryly. "In answer to your second question, one of the photos of your house on Facebook had a street sign in the background. It wasn't hard to find." He studied her face and Sarah felt very self-conscious. She had no idea how you were supposed to act around a lover you hadn't seen in years.

"You're still gorgeous, just like I remembered," he said softly.

Sarah felt the colour rise on her cheeks as she remembered how well he had once known every inch of her body. "Thanks," she replied awkwardly. "But why are you here?"

"My wife and I are separated now."

Sarah stared at him, her heart beating faster as she considered the implications of that statement. "So you just assumed I'd be available and decided to drop in?" she asked incredulously. "It's been years!"

He smiled sheepishly. "Well, I hoped you might at least want to see me".

Part of her wanted to kiss him and pick up immediately where they left off. But the heartache she had buried for the past five years suddenly welled to the surface. She turned her head away so he wouldn't see the tears brimming in her eyes. "It really hurt when you gave me up so easily," she informed him.

Kevin took one look at her quivering bottom lip and pulled her onto his lap. Then he just held her as she cried hot tears on his shoulder. "It wasn't easy at all, you know." He stroked her hair soothingly. "The fact was, I'd made a promise to my wife when I married her. Even though I broke that promise I had to at least try to make it up to her."

"I guess I knew that," she admitted when she eventually got her emotions back under control. "What happened, then?"

Kevin sighed. "I don't think she ever fully forgave me. We just drifted apart over time."

"I'm sorry," said Sarah. "That must have been hard for you. I always felt guilty that you had to deal with the consequences while I pretty much got away with it." She moved her head from the wet patch she'd made on his shoulder and felt brave enough to look him in the eye again. "Did you ever find out who sent that email?"

"No," he replied with a frown. "I still have no idea."

Sarah pouted. "Damn. I hate an unsolved mystery"

"I never stopped missing you," he said softly.

As she stared into his warm brown eyes, Sarah knew she could never hold a grudge against him. He was like a big sexy wolf with a playful inner puppy. "I missed you more," she asserted with a smile.

Then he kissed her, and Sarah remembered what it was like to really want someone. When she dated other men she had just been going through the motions. But when Kevin's warm lips were on hers she couldn't think of anything else but him. His spicy scent, slightly prickly chin and strong arms around her. The past 5 years shrank to insignificance. Apparently gravity was not the only force that could warp space-time.

She turned to sit astride his lap and teasingly nibbled on his bottom lip. His hands, which had been rubbing her back soothingly, became more daring and copped a feel of some side-boob. She responded by opening her mouth and inviting the entrance of his tongue. When his hands cupped her breasts and started tweaking her nipples through the thin fabric she gasped with pleasure.

When he pulled back she almost growled in frustration.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to rush things," he said seriously. "We still have a lot to talk about."

Sarah sighed. "I guess. But do you really think you can hold a conversation when all your blood is down there?" She indelicately prodded the tent in his pants.

"It won't be easy," he admitted sheepishly. "Perhaps if you stopped encouraging it?"

"Hmm. Does this count as encouraging it?" She pressed her body against his so her pubic bone rested on the bulge in his pants. Then she moved up and down slightly. She could feel the shape of his cock through her thin yoga pants and the friction felt delicious.

Kevin took a deep breath. "Yes, that counts as encouraging it! If you don't stop now I can't be held accountable for my actions."

Sarah obediently moved back to put some space between them. But then she reached down and opened his belt with a quick tug. "Oops."

"Sarah..."

She tried to open his fly as well but he grabbed her hands and she was no match for his masculine strength. "That's it. You're going to get it now," he growled.

"Really?" Sarah teased. "Do you think you've still got what it takes?"

He stood up abruptly and Sarah would have fallen on the floor if he hadn't grabbed her and thrown her over his shoulder. She held on tight as he carried her down the hall like a genuine barbarian. He flung open the nearest door.

"Um..."

"Upstairs," Sarah said, giggling. He had opened the door to her daughter's My-Little-Pony themed bedroom.

"Of course it is," Kevin groaned.

She was very impressed that he managed to carry her all the way upstairs to the master bedroom. He barely seemed out of breath when he finally dumped her on the bed.

"This isn't quite what I expected," he commented, looking around the room at the bland off-white walls.

"It's not finished yet," she said defensively. "I have big plans for this space..."

"Tell me later," Kevin commanded. He pinned her down with one hand and quickly tugged her clothes off with the other. When her nether regions were bare he began an all-out assault on her pussy. Licking, stroking and sucking like a man possessed. Sarah barely had time to enjoy the foreplay before she felt the quickest orgasm she'd ever had smash through her like freight train.

The ripples of bliss had not yet subsided when he pushed his cock into her in one powerful thrust.

"Oh, God," she exclaimed.

Kevin simultaneously gasped with pleasure. "I'm finally home," he breathed. He paused to kiss her again and then whispered in her ear, "Brace yourself."

Sarah grinned and held her breath as she received the pounding of her life. It was like 5 years of sexual tension were released in under a minute. Unexpectedly she discovered a second orgasm building from the penetration alone. The sudden pressure when he came pushed her over the edge too, and they collapsed in a sweaty tangle.

"Wow," said Sarah when she got her breath back.

"Take that," he said with a satisfied smile.

"So...what shall we talk about first?" she asked after a while.

"I don't know," he admitted. "My brain still isn't working."

"Would you like to stay the night?"

He opened his eyes. "Of course. There's nowhere else I'd rather be," he assured her.

"The kids will be home tomorrow...you could meet them if you like?"

"I'd love to."

Later that night, after they showered and ate and made love again (in a more leisurely fashion) Sarah lay in his warm arms and listened to him fall asleep. Being with him had always felt good. But now that they no longer had to keep it a secret, it felt even better. The red rose he brought her sat in a vase on the night stand. She didn't know if their story would be the happily-ever-after type. But she looked forward to learning the answer to "what if".