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This wasn't supposed to happen, she knew. She knew it would be breaking every vow she ever made to Michael, breaking every promise to herself.
Breaking all the barriers she had built around herself from him.
She knew she had to stop him. But she didn't.
She couldn't find the strength to.
He lay her down gently on the soft blanket of the bed, never parting his lips from hers. She found herself blinking back tears. Tears of fear. Fear of what they were about to do. Fear that she wasn't doing a single thing to stop it.
Fear of herself...because she wanted this more than anything in the world.
He began to peel of her clothing, inch by inch. He trailed kisses down her neck, making her shiver. She gently dug her nails into the back of him, searching for the hem of his shirt.
Ray pulled himself up, and discarded the barrier of clothing, returning instantly back down to her.
He continued to smother her with his love, and all she could do was let him.
He ran his hands down to the waistband of her jeans, and began-with expertise-to unbutton them. Once he succeeded, he pulled them gently down her silky smooth legs. Neela arched herself back to help him, and soon enough, she was only dressed in a bra and panties.
He returned his mouth to hers, and began to kiss her with fierce determination. It made her weak at the knees, and she couldn't help but join him in a war of tongues, shivering slightly with him.
As he teased her, she ran her hands down to his belt buckle, flawlessly undoing it, and pulled the clothing down. Ray lifted himself up, and with one smooth motion, the jeans were on the floor.
He then peeled the bra straps down her shoulders, kissing the skin that lay there. Neela instinctively wrapped her arms around his head as he did so, stroking his hair like a child. She planted a kiss at the top of his gelled hair, snuggling her face into it as she did.
She arched her back from the mattress when she felt his hands snake behind her back, finding the clasp of her bra, and flicked it apart, throwing it onto the floor beside the bed.
The only pieces of clothing on the both of them were barriers from the most important aspects of their aching bodies.
But Ray didn't rush. He brought his lips back to hers, kissing her there, down her throat, down to her shoulders, and finally, to her breasts.
'Ray…' she gasped in a low whisper. She dug her nails gently into his hair.
He trailed kisses down her bare stomach, receiving shivers in reply.
He then placed his hands on the waistband of her panties and tugged them down. Neela responded immediately by lifting herself up, and was finally fully naked.
Once he returned his lips to hers, she tugged at his boxers, which were in two seconds on the floor with the rest of it.
Two years of sexual tension finally escaped free in the still of the night.