Can You Mend My Broken Heart?

245 That night with her - 6

She batted her eyelids and looked at him like she wanted to read him in and out and she knew that he clearly meant every word that he said.

Thrusting his hips on her, he held both her hands with his one hand and trailed his thumb on her starting from her lips and moved slowly down her neck, then down the valleys of her chest. Moving further south he reached her belly button and swirled around it, making her convulse at his mercy.

Her body wanted to set itself free, but she didn't want to.

A part of her was dying with all the sensations but the other part of her wanted so much more of it.

She arched, she flinched, she moaned but he was merciless and ruthless. He didn't stop his march no matter how hard she tried to wriggle herself out.

He went closer and captured her lips with his own and sucked them hard and then whispered on her lips,

"Feel my touch now", and saying that his hands moved down south nearing the periphery of her laces. His fingers gently played all around and teased her, touching her down there every now and then over her laces. His touch was all sensuous driven by his carnal desires that lurked deep with him.

His fingers gently brushed her and then moved to touch her inner thighs and then back again to her point. He was teasing her all that he could, depleting her from all the sanity that he could.

But she was bursting from inside, unable to bear the heat that was slowly spreading from down there to her entire body. Her breath was all haggard now and she had turned all limp. Unable to think, unable to breathe, she was completely at the mercy of the relentless beast in front of her.

When she couldn't take it anymore she cried,

"Stop it. I can't take it anymore".

He suddenly stopped and released his grip on her hands which had pinned her down. As her hands found release, they immediately wrapped around him and she hugged him tight, unable to feel herself. Even though he was the one turning her insane, he was still her pillar of sanity.

He moved his one hand and gently caressed her back and then he moved his other hand and gently cupped her down there with his entire palm to relax her out with his warm touch. But little did he know that it was like blaring a trumpet to awaken himself.

She was all wet already and he could feel it while holding her through her laces.

"Oh baby, you are so wet for me already",

He mumbled and then he held her face and started kissing her urgently as his life depended on it. He slowly pushed her towards the bed with his one arms wrapped around her waist to support her.

As they hit the mattress of the bed, he gently lowered her on to the bed, without leaving her lips even for a second. The smell of rose spread in the air as her body crushed the petals and turned them into mulch.

His lips slowly moved lower kissing every nook and corner of her neck and then he moved down her chest kissing her tenderly everywhere and his hands pouncing on her assets, kneading them rhythmically with every kiss that he laid over her.

Then suddenly he got up and towering over her, he said,

"You don't need these shackles anymore", saying that his mouth moved to the hook in her front and with a swift move of his teeth, he unclasped her, setting her free".