Can you mend my broken heart?

Holding the tip of her peak in between his teeth, he gave her a brief pause and then he moved his hand down, trying to gauge the condition. Her body was slowly drizzling down there and through her laces, he could feel the moisture. He softly glided his hands over her intimate as he couldn't resist himself.

And bang !!!

Suddenly she arched back in a single jerk, unable to bear the sweet pleasure brought in by his fingers. 

Taking deep, raspy breaths she commanded,

"No touching down there. You have touched enough."

"Ok", he said, releasing the peak from the grip of his teeth but delved next second in. Teasing the top skin of her peak, with his teeth, he gently sucked her.

"Ahhhh....."

Seeing her body reacting so amazingly, he sucked her hard again, making her all sore. Then he quickly moistened then with his tongue to soothe her out. But before she could take a breath of sanity, he blew a gentle stream of air on the moistened top.

That sudden blast of air, hardened her even more and seeing her peaks, rising to the optimum, his manhood started all christening in glory. She bounced her body back at him and hugged him tightly. Her body all shuddering with his recent assault. He moved his hand back to hug her in his warm embrace and softly kissed on her peak. 

It was a tender kiss, brimming with love, mixed with the happiness of having her in his arms after an eternity.

"I love you Akira."

He said softly and buried his face in her chest.

She kissed him on his forehead softly and whispered,

"Only two chances left."

"Seriously? U didn't want a kiss there?"

"Nopes !!!"

"Damn !!! I waste my time and resources."

He said and rubbed his thumb over her lips.

"Looks like I am going to have to order food in my own room and eat by myself."

Saying that she stood up to get down from his lap. But the next moment she realized that his fingers were inside her lace, tugging her tightly. With a sly smile on his face, he removed his hands and got up to pin her down on the chair.

His lustful eyes looked at her body without batting an eyelid and his voice turned all hoarse. Gulping on his own spit he said,

"Stay !!!"

And then off came the laces, as it was torn into a rug, by his impatient fingers. 

She looked at the remnants of her laces which had been turned into mulch by him.

"Those were new. I got them like today."

"I see."

He said and looked at the mulch, with not even a hint of repent in his eyes.

"You seem awfully happy doing that."

She said and crossed her legs.

"So that you learn from next time that the less is more," he said with a hint of a smile on his lips.

"More of what Mr. Raymond?" she asked and covered her top assets with her palms. 

He kept looking at her without saying a word, admiring her beauty, all naked, all warm and all inviting. She looked all gorgeous. 

Slowly he shifted his eyes and focussed his gaze on her face. The face which had turned all flushed. The face that reeked of innocence. 

She could sense the sudden change in the way he was looking at her. His lips parted and he let out a deep breath and then closed his eyes. He was trying hard to capture her face in his memory, but somehow that didn't happen. Feeling all dejected he opened his eyes and looked up at her again.

She looked at him and worried and somehow she could understand the topsy turvy thoughts going on in his head. So releasing her hands she bent forward and held his face in her hands and softly kissed on his nose and asked,

"Why did you stop?"

"Stop what?"

"The treasure hunt?"

Then with a teasing smile on her lips, she looked at him and said,

"Don't stop kissing. You never know you might get lucky."

Saying that she softly bit his earlobe, teasing him and re-igniting the spark inside of him.

Stitching up his haunting thoughts, he held her knees and parted her legs. She knew he was going to kiss her down there and she knew it would be catastrophic like before. But he intended to keep it all mellow, for he was saving everything for the last and final kiss, where he was going to go all in.

"Last but one attempt mister. So think wisely before you make the move."

She said, gulping and gasping for breath at the same time.

But his focus was elsewhere. Paying no heed to her words he grabbed her waist and pulled her close. He knew it well that the option was wrong. 

But he wasn't playing to win.