She felt her heart would split into a million pieces if she faced that kind of sadness and betrayal again. That had been three years ago and she had f...rmly stuck to her decision. Until now. There was something entirely different about Michael and even though her protective inner voice warned her to be cautious, she knew deep in her heart she had to take a chance on him or she would end up regretting it. Still clinging to his hand, she turns off the lights and locks the door, her mind still. These thoughts only come once he’s gone. When I’m in the moment, I don’t care about anything else. Don’t get me wrong, I still maintain a level of responsibility and sanity, but sometimes, saying the wrong thing can ruin the moment entirely. This is why we rarely spoke when we were completely alone. My thoughts, the room, the outside world…everything was gone. It was just me and him. I felt the depressions from where he tried to steady himself on the bed as I wrapped my legs around him. We were. I worked on both arms, then his shoulders, massaging his muscles just a little as I went."God, that feels great."I worked my way down his torso, washing his stomach and sides, and briefly scrubbing his armpits. Then I told him to turn around so I could do his back. I went back for more soap, and started at the top again, turning a friendly wash into a more intimate soapy massage. George moaned when I hit the muscles at the small of his back; something he had done to himself when he was younger. She squeals from the shock of it. Lifting my shirt, she grabs my nipples and pulls them hard. Her nails send shocks through my body. I finish removing my shirt to give her full access to my chest. Her nails dig into my chest making me groan, and I grab her hands and pin them against the bed. My mouth falls to her breast, and I rake my teeth over her nipples. Continuing my assault of her chest, I kiss and bite up to her neck, driving her crazy. Her body squirms under me and she tries frantically.