Can you mend my broken heart?

Five minutes later Raymond came out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel that was wrapped low around his waist. His hand slightly ruffling his hair as he walked towards the dresser area. Standing in the balcony, Akira couldn't help but admire his taut chest and abs. A raw gasp escaped her mouth as she looked at him standing behind those satin see through curtains.

"God help me," she mumbles.

For a moment she thought she was going to lose her footing. A minute before she was determined to stand there like a sultry seductress and to take the best possible revenge out of that man, but right now only she knew deep down inside her heart that how badly she wanted to yield to him.

So taking a couple of deep breaths she turned back towards the sea to distract herself from the wishful sight in front of her eyes. 

Raymond brushed his hair and then looked around the room, but he couldn't find her. Then he turned towards the balcony, and he saw her leaning on the railings, looking at the ocean. Even though the curtain was blocking his view, even though she was dressed from head to toe, there was something about her that made his sigh.

"You have to take her for breakfast!"

"Focus Raymond Focus!" he muttered to himself as he tried hard not to let his thoughts drive him crazy.

He placed his hands firmly on the desk and lowered his head, conjuring every ounce of resistance that he could, and then he got dressed. Matching what she was wearing, he too chose to wear a black turtle-neck sweater and khaki pants. Then he sat on the bed and wore his socks before putting in his loafers. Sitting on the bed he stole a few quick glances and saw her busy taking pictures of the sea.

He walked up close to her and lightly cleared his throat but before that he placed his hands on her waist, just in case she was to get startled. She turned back and looked at him fondly and said,

"The view looks amazing."

"Yes, it does." He said, but his gaze was fixated on her.

His hands moved slowly from the sides of her waist to her tummy, and he softly rubbed his palm and said,

"You must be hungry!"

She turned back and with a hint of smile on her face she said,

"Uh... huh..."

And the moment she turned, Raymond's eyes were left open in surprise. And why not, the Akira he knew always chose to wear a demure look. Patel shades, mauve or maximum pink. But hot red! That was something that he never expected. That red made her lips look so alluring that Raymond's hands slipped from her waist, and he had to clench his fists to tame his rabid thoughts.

"Where are we going to eat?" she asked and teased her hair.

"Uh... Let's take a walk around!" he said, averting her gaze but the moment he looked a bit down, he could see her turquoise cladded curves and that made her ears almost ring. He took a step back and said,

"Wait a bit, will get you a jacket."

"But I am not cold!"

"But its getting weirdly hot for me," he said and went inside.

Akira could see that his ears had turn hot red and that brought in a victorious smile on her face. She slowly waltzed in and asked,

"Are you OK? You don't look well?" and leaned on the wall, crossing her arms in front of her chest and crossed her foot slightly.

But he didn't dare to turn back. From his mouth he let out a gasp of air and said,

"You think I don't know what you are trying to do Akira?" and turned towards her holding a lime yellow jacket.

"Wear it!" he said and flung it in her direction lightly, which she caught with her hands and then smiled.

"What did I do? I did everything like you asked. I wore the dress you gave and got ready to have breakfast downstairs."

"Then what about your lips?" he asked, his eyes looking like as if he was drowned in haze.

"What about them?" she asked coyly.

"I didn't ask you to, you know, wear that colour of lipstick. It's very..."

"Very? What?"

"Very distracting!"

Her lips curved in a light smile again, and she said, "I just wanted to look pretty for you!"

"But they are very inviting!" he murmured, standing at the same spot because he knew that if he moved even an inch, he would smudge it.

"Don't you like them?" she asked, biting the corner of her lower lip a bit and that threw him off the trance.

"To heck with it!" he growled under his breath and stormed towards her. He didn't waste a second. He cupped her face in his hands and in the next second his lips were on hers. She staggered a bit, but his one hand immediately embraced her waist and the other supported her neck. 

He sucked hard on her lower lip, almost to an extent of biting her, but then he felt the intrusion of her tongue and opened his mouth wider, letting her tongue to waltz in. She gasped the moment her tongue touched his and moaned. Her entire body was withering, and he could sense it from her hot breath that she was crumbling down.

He mentally started to weigh the pros and cons of the whole situation that they were in. But his rational thinking went for a toss when she wrapped her arms around his neck and made the distance between their chest to vanish. Her soft supple mounds crashed on to his chest again and again. From passionate the kiss turned into intimate. A sudden surge of warmth started to spread in his body, and he could feel his manhood arising as her curves started hitting him like the waves hit the shore.