Kyle found Sayuri's lips to be perfect for kissing.

It was soft, moist and utterly soft.

He kissed her lower lip several times before licking it and then tilted his head to the other side as he kissed her lips at another angle.

With each kiss, he felt like there was an electricity bolt that ran through them, linking them and affecting him far more than he ever thought possible.

Sayuri didn't protest, so Kyle continued his gentle care of her lips. He found he couldn't get enough of them as he indulged himself thoroughly.

After what seemed like forever, Kyle broke the kiss, leaning back while gulping.

Damn, he had nearly lost it.

Okay, so he did lose it for a while but at least, all he had done was just kissing.

Not even any deep kissing either and his hands had remained gripping the railing beside him.

Still, he had been kissing a friend.

A good friend.

He had crossed the invisible line. One that could not be repaired.

He was afraid of Sayuri's reaction, though he knew it couldn't be that bad since she did not push him away.

In fact, she hadn't done anything at all …

Kyle looked down at Sayuri, only to see that she was looking at him with her eyes wide open.

Dazed.

Ah, that made sense.

She must have been so shocked that she couldn't react.

Kyle decided this was the best time to retreat.

He should not be using her in any way to get the comfort that his body and soul seemed to be screaming for.

That would really be crappy of him.

"Sayuri, I -" Kyle began, when the words died in his throat.

To be more accurate, he couldn't talk anymore as this time, it was Sayuri that kissed him.

And it wasn't a gentle kiss either.

She grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled her to him while plastering herself on him. She kissed him, slipping her tongue into his mouth.

She slowly ran her tongue all over inside, teasing his tongue before finally capturing it and sucking it briefly then did it all over again.

Kyle groaned deep in his throat, trying hard not to go overboard but his hands were already sneaking around her waist, while hers wrapped itself around his neck.

When she broke the kiss for air, both of their eyes were dark and heavy with lust.

"We really shouldn't be doing this," Kyle whispered, kissing her again.

This time, it was him that initiated the tongue tango.

Sayuri closed her eyes as she rubbed herself on Kyle while his hands went below and started kneading her *ss.

Kyle found the soft mounds utterly fascinating as he continued to hold them, squeeze them and caressing them through her pants.

"Yes, we really," Sayuri said breathlessly when Kyle let go of her lips, "Really, should stop."

She kissed him again, and ran her hands under his shirt, feeling his naked skin and tight muscles. She took the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up, running her fingers along his skin as she did so.

They broke the kiss for a brief moment as he allowed her to pull the shirt over his head, then fling it aside.

Sayuri ran her tongue all along his jaw, then kissed it and continued raining kisses onto his neck and chest. She flicked her tongue on his nipple before nipping it lightly.

Kyle growled, and, grabbing her neck, he forced her head up and kissed her. This time, aggressively as it was filled with all the intense desire and lust that had been building up the entire time.

And Sayuri accepted that passion, reciprocating it with her own.

The balcony was dark and it was night, and it was unlikely that anyone - other than them - were awake at that time. Still, both were too engrossed with each other to really care if anyone did happen to see them making out on the balcony.

Kyle broke the kiss, staring at Sayuri in the eyes as his hands slowly started unbuttoning her shirt. Sayuri didn't stop him, and instead, was busy running her hands all over him as well.

Kyle felt himself go harder upon feeling how those soft hands were expertly touching all the spots that just made him want to take her there and then, right on the balcony.

His fingers paused as he growled at her, saying, "If you keep doing that, I won't be able to hold back."

"Who is asking you to hold back?" she said, stepping back and taking off her shirt.

She didn't break eye contact with him as she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, exposing herself for him to see freely.

She stood there, and smiled, seeing how he was staring at her so intently.

Kyle clenched his jaw, thinking that this mischevious ninja who specialises in the art of seduction, was really, really asking for it.

His eyes darkened further, his pants were getting tighter and he had to breathe through his mouth as he found himself finding it hard to breathe.

"Damn it, Sayuri," Kyle hissed.

He closed the gap easily and started kissing her passionately. Feeling those soft orbs crushed against his naked chest, he started kissing her neck, trailing his lips down to her chest.

Sayuri moaned softly, making Kyle harder than ever and his brain hardly registered the fact that she was unbuckling his belt.

He placed his lips around one nipple, biting it a bit which elicited a slight jerk and another moan from the hot girl in his arms.

He twirled his tongue around the nipple before he started sucking it like a newborn babe.

Sayuri gasped, as she felt him grabbing the other breast with his hand and caressing it, tweaking the nipple. Whatever he did with one breast with his lips, he was doing to the other with his hand.

Sayuri moaned, then slipped her hand into his boxers.