May gets naked for a stranger

Elliott’s breath was ragged as his lips moved down to her neck, tasting her skin. Her mind was a storm. His fingers passed along her exposed skin and the studio faded into a blur. The only thing she could focus on was him. His warmth, his scent, his body. She felt his hands slip under the fabric of her blouse and slid it from her shoulders. A part of her wanted to stop, to pull back and remember the vows she had made, but that part was distant.

Elliott’s lips returned to hers, insistent, and she responded with equal fervor. Her hands found their way to his shirt, her fingers fumbling with the buttons as she desperately tried to free him from the barrier of fabric between them. When the shirt finally fell away, her hands roamed over his chest, feeling the muscle beneath his skin, the warmth of his body drawing her closer still.

In the midst of it all, a single thought cut through the fog—her husband. The image of his face, the sound of his voice, the life they had built together, it all came crashing down on her in a sudden, overwhelming wave of guilt. It only gave an edge to what she wanted, and thrilled her. She knew she was crossing a line, but the thought of stopping now was unbearable.

He lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he pinned her against the wall. She gasped. His hands roamed over her body, exploring every inch of her as if he was memorizing it. When his fingers brushed the edge of her bra, she didn’t hesitate; she reached behind her and unhooked it, letting it fall away.

“Fuck,” Elliott breathed, burying his face in her neck. The sound of her name on his lips was like magic. She tightened her grip on him, her nails digging into his back. His mouth found her collarbone, then lower, his lips grazing over her skin. She could feel the heat of him through his clothes, the hard lines of his body pressed against hers. Her fingers worked at the buckle of his belt. When it finally came undone, she wasted no time, her hands slipping under the waistband of his pants. His hands slid down to her hips as he kissed her again, hard enough to leave her dizzy.