Can you mend my broken heart?

His eyes looked all raspy as he gazed on her bare chest all greedy and hungry like he had been deprived of food for centuries.

He dropped himself closer to her body and kissed her at the center of her chest and then licked her with his tongue. Unable to bear the touch of his tongue over her body she tugged onto his hair and pulled him close to her face.

"Kiss me", she begged.

And how could he not oblige her, after all, she was the one who would eventually grant him mercy.

He held her gentle face in his hand and said,

"Be mine !!! Please !!!",

Saying that his lips gently marched into her mouth, making her wet, making her taste her own metallic blood, making her whimper with every expedition that his tongue got busy in. Slowly he slid his one hand down tracing over her body inside her lace down south.

The moment his fingers invaded the sacred territory of hers, she pounced on his arms, digging her nails all deep. He played along the ridges and the crevices and slowly slid his finger into the wonderful and wet warmth of hers making her shudder all the more.

She convulsed again and her insides screamed for release.

She arched her head back as the tears of joy ushered through her eyes with no control of her own. She was feeling like she was floating in seventh heaven and her sailor was ready there for her with his ship.

He slowly thrust his fingers again inside her making her go all wet and wild.

His manhood gloated in pride seeing her reacting so well to his touch and he kept kissing her till she could take it no more. She lifted her foot and placing it on his chest she pushed him back and then she took a deep breath to gather whatever was left of hers.

He stood up and licked the saltiness of hers and looking into her eyes he said,

"You are just amazing Akira", and he came closer and unbuttoned his shirt and threw it mercilessly on the floor. His gaze was fixated on her and he could see her admiring his body which he had just bared. Then down came out his belt.

As he threw his belt away he could see her chest rising and falling rapidly in anticipation of 'What Next'.

He climbed in the space between her legs and held her chin in his hands and asked,

"Are you ready for me".

She was nervous, she knew it would be painful, but she wanted it, all of it. She wanted all of him, immersed inside of her. She didn't know from where she conjured up all that courage and looking into his eyes she nodded and then immediately looked down.

He reached for a packet in his back pocket and protected his manhood which was gloriously standing and waiting for the climax.

"Don't hide from me", he said and lowered his body on hers.

With his palm he gently pushed her inner thigh to the side, widening the gap. Then digging his teeth into the last thread of her lace, he tore it apart unapologetically.

He then gently touched her and guided himself in.

He went in slow afraid to tear her apart. With every inch that he moved in, a mixture of acute pain and pleasure seared in through her. He saw her clench her fist and he knew that she was in pain. But he knew how to distract her away.

So his lips started the action to distract her from the pain and he marched inside all loud and triumphant.

And then she screamed,

"Oh, Raymond !!!"