My best friend's wife 4

I don’t remember crossing the room. One moment, I was frozen in the doorway, and the next, I was standing in front of her, my heart thundering, my breath shallow, and consumed.

She gasped when she finally opened her eyes and saw me. But she didn’t stop. She didn’t hide.

Her lips parted, and all I saw was need. Raw, aching need.

“I shouldn’t be here,” I whispered, voice low, trembling with restraint. “But I can’t walk away.”

Her answer was a breathless whisper. “Then don’t.”

That was all I needed.

I knelt between her trembling thighs and gently brushed her hand aside, replacing it with mine. My fingers slid through the heat she had created—slick and inviting—and when I slipped two fingers inside her, her back arched off the velvet seat, a cry catching in her throat. Her eyes never left mine, wide and wild with lust.VI moved slowly at first, curling my fingers just right. Her hips rolled, matching my rhythm, her breath falling in broken gasps that sounded like my name. I leaned closer, close enough to feel her heat on my lips, but I didn’t kiss her yet. I just watched as she came undone—biting her lip, clinging to the edge. Then I added a third finger.

She cried out, her body tightening as I pushed deeper. “Jason!” she moaned, her hands fisting the cushion beside her, nails digging in. Her walls fluttered around me, her thighs trembling.

“Look at me,” I said, my voice rough. “Say my name again.”

Her eyes locked onto mine as she gasped, “Jason… please…”

And when her release finally hit, it tore through her like a wave. Her body shook, lips parted in a silent scream as she clung to the moment—and to me.

I held her there, gently easing her down from the high, brushing kisses along her inner thigh, her stomach, her trembling hip.

I wanted more—God, I needed more—but I knew this moment wasn’t about claiming her. It was about showing her what it felt like to be wanted. To be worshipped. To be loved and desired.

When I finally looked up, her eyes were glassy, lips swollen, chest rising and falling in shallow breaths.

Neither of us spoke.VThere was only the sound of our hearts and the knowledge that everything had just changed.

Forever.

Fade to black.

She was still trembling beneath my touch, her body slick with heat and want, her legs parted just enough for me to stay where I was—kneeling between them, my fingers still buried inside her, moving slowly now. Teasing. Worshipping.

Her head lolled back, lips parted as she moaned softly, dragging my name from her throat like it belonged to her.

And maybe it did.

“Jason…” she breathed, her voice hoarse and shaking. She looked down at me with those heavy, lust-drunk eyes, and what I saw in them nearly undid me.

Need.

Longing.

Trust.

“Please…” she whispered. “Please, Jason… I need you.”

I froze, my heart pounding so loud it drowned out everything else. I pulled my fingers free slowly, gently, and rose to my feet. She stayed sprawled on the chaise, her chest rising and falling, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on her skin.

“You don’t know what you’re asking,” I said, my voice strained, but I was already unbuttoning my shirt. “If we cross this line, there’s no going back.”

Her eyes never left mine. “Then let’s not go back.”

I exhaled sharply, stepping out of my clothes. Every part of me was heavy with restraint and aching for her.

I leaned down over her, our mouths just a breath apart. “Tell me this is real,” I whispered. “Tell me you want this. Not because you’re angry. Not because you’re hurting. Because you want me.”

She reached for me, her hands trembling as they slid into my hair, pulling me closer. “I’ve always wanted you, Jason, even when I shouldn’t have. Even when I was pretending I didn’t.”

That was it.

The last thread of control snapped.

I captured her mouth with mine, and it wasn’t gentle this time. It was messy and hungry and honest. She moaned into the kiss, her nails digging into my back as I laid her down completely, our bodies molding into each other like we’d done this a hundred times in another life.

Our hips met—skin to skin—hot, desperate, real.

I guided myself to her entrance, pausing just long enough to look into her eyes.

“You’re sure?” I asked again, voice shaking.

She nodded, breathless. “God, yes. Please, Jason… f*ck me. Make me feel like I’m yours.”

And then I sank into her—slow, deep, inch by inch—until there was no space left between us. Her gasp turned into a moan, and I swallowed it with another kiss, thrusting slow and deep as her legs wrapped around me, pulling me closer. Pulling me home.

We moved together like we were made for each other—years of silence, of longing, of what-ifs all melting into every stroke, every cry, every kiss.

She clung to me like I was salvation, and I held her like she was the only thing that ever made sense. We made love in the silence of that old library, the air thick with secrets, and books watching like quiet witnesses. Her name left my lips like a prayer. Mine left hers like a cry of release. Again. And again.

And when she finally shattered beneath me, I followed, burying myself inside her with a groan that came from somewhere far deeper than my body.

We stayed wrapped in each other, breathless and still, hearts racing in perfect sync.

I didn’t know what came next.

But I knew one thing for sure.

I wasn’t letting her go again.