By : Sessakag
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Sakura rolled over, glancing at the empty space next to her. The slight indention was cool to the touch. Emerald orbs clouded over with relief, disappointment and shame. She sat up, brushing her mussed pink hair from cheeks and looked over at the clock on the dresser across from the bed. She had a few minutes before she was due at the hospital.
Climbing naked from the bed, she reached down for her clothes, tugging them on before working on taming her hair.
Taking a quick look at herself in the mirror atop the dresser, she sucked in a stabling breath, composing herself for the walk home. It was early enough that she didn't think she'd run into anyone she knew but if she did, she didn't want to appear as anything other than normal.
She left the bedroom, moved through the living room out the front door. The morning sky was still dark as she made her way home.
The streets of Konoha were empty.
The barren roads reflecting the emotions churning in her heart. She wrapped her arms around her waist, her eyes watering as she walked. She blinked back the moisture, beating back her inner turmoil.
She made it home, unsurprised her husband wasn't home.
Sasuke most likely wouldn't be back until evening, if at all. It was familiar routine of avoidance they played. Pretending to miss encountering each other until the awkwardness and frustration died down.
She was just as willing to play that game as he was. Skirting around their marital issues until they made another attempt to interact even with the elephant in the room.
Stripping, she moved to the bathroom, turned on the shower and stepped inside. The water felt cleansing and soothing. She leaned her head against the wet tile of the shower, hot water pelting her head and shoulders, and sliding over her skin.
xxxxxx
The silence was deafening.
Hinata stirred her tea nervously, glancing beneath her dark lashes at the man quietly sipping his own across from her. The two were seated at Naruto's modest kitchen table, waiting for the jonin to return from his early morning errand. This was one of the few times she'd spent more than five minutes in the Uchiha's presence without her outgoing boyfriend there to break the ice and stimulate the conversation. She was always nervous beneath his dark gaze, and was even more so in light of their collision in the forest.
Her cheeks burned as she recalled the circumstances of their last meeting.
The books she was sure he'd seen.
Despite the fact that he hadn't mentioned it, didn't behave as though the encounter had happened at all, the shy Hyuuga was mortified.
He probably thought her the worst kind of pervert.
Naruto hadn't confronted her about it, so she could assume Sasuke hadn't told her boyfriend about it. She just hoped he hadn't told Sakura either. The last Uchiha wasn't one for gossip, however, so maybe she was safe and the two of them could take the incident to the grave.
She wracked her brain for something to say. Some conversation started that was safe and comfortable for them both.
"This place looks a lot cleaner than the last time I came." he commented.
Her eyes jerked up. Sasuke was looking around the room, eyes moving over the squeaky clean kitchen, the freshly shined hardwood and the fact that the bedroom door didn't need to be nailed shut when visitors arrived. It was open, revealing a spotless room and neatly made bed.
"The last time I was here, Naruto had dishes piled to the ceiling, trash bags blocking the door and the bedroom door closed tight."
Her nerves settled as he made the generic observation, one most of her friends made.
Her handsome, sweet significant other was horrible at house upkeep, passing through his apartment like a whirlwind, leaving his abode in shambles in less time than it took normal people.
She giggled, thinking of her clumsy lover.
She'd been just as horrified the few times she came over and he'd forgotten to clean his apartment with an army of clones. Luckily, those times had become few and far between, especially since she'd been coming over more often. He was more careful after she cleaned his pigsty. Less eager to dirty the place after her hard work.
"N-Naruto-kun isn't a very good house keeper," she explained with a small upturn of her lips, looking down into the dark depths of her cup, "N-Naruto-kun is more…carefree about where he…sets things and I guess…I'm more…"
"Anal-retentive."
She froze, her brain blowing a fuse as the word 'anal' rang in her ears. Wide lilac eyes met inky black. His face was impassive, dispassionate, but his eyes. The murky black depths were animated, alive with what she thought was mirth.
He seemed…amused.
She wasn't sure if she was imaging it or not, but she got the distinct impression that the remote and serious Sasuke Uchiha was…teasing her. Heat crawled up her neck.
She stammered, fiddling with her cup.
"A-A-Ah, u-uhm, y-yes I-I can s-sometime be-"
"Anal." Sasuke finished for her.
Her teacup rattled as she set the dishware back on the table. Her face burned, ears steaming. He was teasing her. He had to be. Flustered, she looked over at her tea sipping companion. His eyes were closed, cup raised silently to his lips as he drank. The picture of unconcerned innocence.
"S-S-Sasuke-kun," she stuttered, waving her hands, absolutely mortified, "a-about those b-b-books, I-I-"
The door opened, and a ray of sunshine waltz through.
"Oi, Sasuke, sorry about the wait," her blonde boyfriend grinned, "I went to see Kakashi-sensei and he says he'll schedule us a meeting with the Clan Heads in two weeks to see what we can do about your pardon, 'ttebayo. In the mean time, we should figure out what we can do to…"
Blue orbs moved over the pair, taking in the red stained, rattled look on his girlfriend's face and the silent, nearly imperceptible humor on his best friend's visage.
"What's with you guys?" Naruto asked.
Sasuke stood from the table.
"Nothing," the Uchiha negated, "just a discussion about…interesting tastes in literature."
Hinata barely heard the pair as they discussed their plans, mumbling something polite as the dark haired enigma thanked her for the tea and company, moving to the door with her chattering significant other.
xxxxxx
Temari sighed, stepping into the sizable apartment she shared with her fiance and tossing her purse on the couch as she passed. She was on her way to the kitchen for a glass of wine and a complimenting snack when something black slithered along the floor to her left.
She moved, leaping to right, then back as the thin black line followed. She dodged, vaulting over dinning chairs, sprinting through the kitchen, then back to the living room, flipping on lights as she moved. She somersaulted over the plush white couch, her foot barely touching the coffee table before she leapt away from the wooden surface.
Her back hit the wall.
The black shadow stopped a foot away from her, wavering under the bright lights.
Temari's lips curled, smug satisfaction course through her as the shadow retreated to the hall closet. Shikamaru widened the slightly ajar door, an expression of defeat on his face.
Temari sauntered over to her fiance, fingers gliding over the couch as she moved. Her lazy significant other sighed in a way she recognized as amused resignation.
"What a drag," he huffed, "at least let me have a break in between."
"Lady's choice tonight," she gloated before grabbing a fistful of his shirt, and dragging his bored face to hers, "and I'm not feeling particularly merciful."
She froze, muscles locking as a small grin wiped away the expression of surrender on his face., as well as the smugness on hers.
"Not tonight, Mari."
She glared, at the deliberate use of the nickname he used to irritate her. The former Suna kunoichi hated the butchering of her name.
"You sly bastard." she growled, struggling to turn her head to the clone behind her.
Shikamaru smirked, resting a hand on his hip, his profile more than a little smug.
"I don't recall clones being against the rules." he pointed out.
"Neither do I." his clone put in from behind, moving to stand next to the original.
The look-alike had her caught in the Kagemane no jutsu.
"We've got a few minutes." Shikamaru told his other self, "Get her ready."
Her fiance disappeared down the hall, leaving her with his clone.
"Let's see some skin, Mari."
"Just wait until its my turn." she warned, her body moving, mimicking his actions.
Forced to follow his movements. Her shirt and bra slipped over her head, her Capri pants and panties following. They stood naked a moment later. Temari sucked in a breath, lust twisting her gut as her hands mirrored his, sliding over her chest and between her thighs. His dark eyes following the movement of her hands.
"It's ready." Shikamaru called from the top of the stairs, his own clothing missing.
The clone nodded, moving to the steps, bringing her with him. Temari panted softly, watching as her naked lover climbed the stairs. His muscular bottom begging for a pinch.
"You know, you're always complaining about my stamina," he commented over his shoulder, "but I wonder if yours is any better?"
Temari raised a brow.
"You honestly think you can out last me?" she scuffed, "You have the stamina of fifteen year old cat and the motivation of a koala."
Thirty minutes later, strapped to their bed, Temari was regretting her words.
She was right, her fiance couldn't out last her but armed with her vibrator, he didn't have to. The sneaky Nara had found her high speed vibrator, equipped with silicon nubs she kept tucked away for a rainy day.
The expensive toy was one that brought her to shattering climax in seconds.
She gritted her teeth, groaning as the vibrator pressed against her clit, the ramming thrusts of cock driving her to orgasm. His stiff sex was curved near the tip, his mushroom head hitting spots that drove her crazy. Coupled with the clitoris stimulator cranked to the highest vibration setting, her fiance pounding into her body while his clone sucked at her nipples, the horny blonde had cum more times than she could count.
Her bound wrists tugged at the bindings, her ankles wrapped around his moving hips. The squeak of the bed, the slip and slide of his hammering cock, the rough binds chafing her skin gnawed at her control.
Doused in sweat, hot fluid slipping down her thighs, Temari panted, head twisting, eyes squeezed shut as she fought the destructive tide.
It was a losing battle.
"Oh yeah, oh fuck, fuck me harder oh yesssss! Fuck my pussy!" she cried, arching her spine as her body tightened.
Orgasm tore through her, blowing her mind as bliss swept her body. Her muscles locked, legs squeezing his hips. The clone's hands groped her breasts, fingers tugging gently at the hard pink tips. She yanked at her bound wrists, climbing the peak of zenith again. The vibrator touched her clit again, agonizing ecstasy sending her into shuddering climax. She strained against the pulsating toy, the pounding dick and nipple pinching fingers.
Sensation slid painfully over her damp skin, her over sensitized clit throbbing.
It was more than she could take.
"Ohhhh fuck!" she cried as she was catapulted into a series of explosions.
Her mind spun away, her body trembling with each earth shattering clench of her pussy. The fingers at her nipples felt uncomfortably good, the cock shoved in her aching cunt painfully blissful.
The torment stopped.
Temari sucked in several breaths, her body twitching in the aftermath.
The clone chuckled as the original pulled the vibrator back. Her eyes moved to her fiance. His chest was heaving, sweat sliding down his temples, but a smirk curved his lips.
"Give up?"
She gritted her teeth, refusing to give him the satisfaction.
"Who needs stamina when you can work smarter not harder?" he murmured, pressing his lips to her stubborn mouth, "I would let you rest in between, but its gentlemen's choice tonight and I'm not feeling particularly merciful."
Excited dread tightened her gut as the humming device met her wet flesh.
xxxxxx
Naruto plopped on the couch next to his finger fidgeting girlfriend. She was still blushing, avoiding his gaze like the plague. With her hair loose about her naked shoulders, and dressed in a cute salmon colored sundress, she looked the picture of shy innocence.
He wasn't letting her off the hook that easy. His curiosity was peaked. His best friend had left his apartment more than a little amused and Hinata looked like she wanted a sink hole to open beneath her.
He wanted in on the joke.
"Interesting taste in literature?" Naruto asked, "What's that mean?"
Her face flooded red, mouth opening and closing.
"Hmmm?" he teased, expression sly, "What's that face for?"
"I-I," she stumbled, "h-h-he-"
"He what?" Naruto prompted, poking her cheek, "Should I go ask Sasuke instead?"
He kept the fact that he'd already asked the tight lipped Uchiha and gotten rebuffed himself. Not that he'd been expecting anything less. Sasuke never passed up an opportunity to tease him too.
"No!" she burst, waving her hands around.
He pinched her nose.
"Tell me then."
He let go, watching as her fingers came up to bump each other, her lavender eyes dropping as she explained their encounter in the woods. She wouldn't give him specifics about the book titles, only that they were to help her become "comfortable" in their sexual exploration and there for were "highly inappropriate". He was more than a little curious about the books, considering his definition of "inappropriate" and hers were probably night and day, but decided to let her keep her secrets for now. Even without knowing what the literature contained, Naruto found the entire situation hilarious, laughing until his sides ached.
Hinata covered her flaming face.
"I'm so embarrassed," she mumbled, "I was hoping he hadn't seen them."
"Of course he saw. Sasuke sees everything, 'ttebayo," he chuckled, "but he doesn't always let you know it. He like to save it for later and blast ya when you least expect it."
"I-I think he was teasing me b-but he wasn't laughing or anything. H-He looked like he was just…making conversation a-and that his choice of words was a…coincidence."
Naruto laughed again, picturing the deadpan expression his best friend probably had on his face while needling his girlfriend.
"He's got a mean poker face, even when he's teasing. I think he does it to keep people guessing."
He pulled her hands from her face with a grin.
"Come on, baby, you gotta admit it is pretty funny," he chortled, "and you can't really blame him, its really fun to tease you. You get all red faced and flustered, and get the cutest little stammer, 'ttebayo."
Not to mention, it was really easy. Her shy nature left more than enough room for some hilarious reactions. She was too cute not to tease.
She pouted, lush lower lip poked out.
"You're not gonna tell me what books you checked out and you're gonna pout?" he asked with exaggerated incredulity.
She continued her show of petulance, eyes avoiding his.
Damn she was cute.
Gripping her chin, he leaned over and mashed his lips to hers, placing soft pecks to her mouth.
"You're being real naughty today, baby," he said against her lips, "If you're gonna pout at least let me enjoy it too."
Lust coiled in his abdomen, blood rushing to his cock as her cheeks stained, her breath catching.
"How bout it, baby?" he murmured, nipping her lip, "Want something to put between those pretty lips?"
Her small nod twisted his gut with lust.
He was on her seconds later, pressing her into the couch and caressing the smooth skin of her leg, sliding his palms up her thighs. He pushed the silky hem of her dress up her hips, fingers sliding under the skinny straps of her lacy panties. He pulled them down, tugging until she shifted, leaning back against the armrest of the couch so he could slide them down her legs.
Tossing the pink scrap over his shoulder, he gripped her ankles, pressing them up and open, rapt gaze on the damp flesh the position exposed. He stuck two fingers into her moist little hole, fucking her fast and hard, his breathing labored as wet suction filled his ears.
"Ohhhhh yeeessss ohhh." she moaned legs trembling at the sudden invasion.
He gripped the stretchy material of her bodice, jerking it down. Pale, coral tipped titties spilled over. Need crashed through his veins. He palmed one, yanking roughly on her hard nipple before doing the same to the other.
She whimpered, her pussy contracting.
"That feel good, baby?" he murmured.
He pinched the hard bud, tugging painfully until she gasped, raising her hips for the slamming of his fingers. His hand moved over the other, reaching out to give it a hard flick before yanking on the distended nub. Heavy lids lowered over heated blue orbs as she contorted, face scrunching in ecstasy, lips parted as she moaned. He add his thumb to her clit, rubbing and pumping, hot liquid sliding down his fingers.
His hand moved back and forth, delivering hard flicks to her nipples.
She grimaced, inner muscles contracting as she twisted, trying to avoid the painful flicks. Soft mewls of pleasure and discomfort left her lips. He soothed the sore peaks with his thumb, his fingers stilling between her legs.
His breath left his lungs in harsh gusts, his dick aching beneath his pants.
He pressed his mouth to hers, sliding his tongue in her mouth. Their tongues tangled, his wet appendage sweeping over and through the moist cavern.
"Think that feels good?" he questioned against her mouth, "Wait until I get some pretty clamps for your pretty nipples."
The clamps and chain he'd picked out online were due to arrive in the next day or so, along with some other toys and tools that had caught his interest. He was more than a little impatient to see her wearing her new jewelry and the other goodies he'd bought.
Was already contemplating what he would use first.
He sat up, slipping his fingers from her soaked cunt, then gripped the bottom of his hoodie and pulled it over his head. He glanced over at her. Legs spread, nipples red, her eyes glazed with lust as she watched him strip. He flexed, waggling his brows at her. Her cheeks heated, but she made no move to hide her admiration for the bulge of his muscles and the tan of his skin. She was a big fan of his physique, often tracing and caressing the hard planes with gentle fingers and an eager tongue.
He grinned, then reached out to tug at her dress.
"Off." he commanded simply.
Dropping his hoodie on the floor, he pulled his sweats down, his throbbing cock springing free. He kicked his sweats, then looked over at his naked girlfriend. Her breathing labored, she stood, her shy profile unsure. They'd made love only in his bedroom, and this new area was more exposed than the four corners of his room. He leaned over and hooked her waist, tugging her over and between his legs. He slid his finger between her soaked folds, circling her clit before pressing his fingers into her tight opening, thrusting and stoking her wet insides.
Her breath hitched, a low moaned leaving her throat.
"I promised to give you something to suck on, didn't I?" he crooned, "come have a taste, baby."
He brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean as he watched her moved. She took to her knees in front of him, her face flushed, eyes locked on his stiff genital.
"Let me see that cute pout again." he murmured.
A brief hesitation passed before her moist lips pursed.
He gripped his cock, fingers twining her hair as he pulled her head forward. The wet tip of his dick smeared across her soft mouth, slathering the clear liquid of pre-cum over her lips like lipstick, leaving them shiny.
"Sexy lips," he groaned.
Her eyes met his beneath dark lashes, her lips parting. Her wet tongue slipped over the weeping slit of his cock, lapping at the warm fluid with the eagerness of a hungry kitten. She latched on to his mushroom tip, suckling softly, tongue slipping over and around the throbbing head. She wrapped her hand around his shaft, starting a leisurely pump, cheeks hollowing as she sucked.
His fingers left her hair, letting her take over.
She's grown comfortable and more than a little enthusiastic about giving head. In the months following her very first curious introduction to oral sex, she shed most of her shy nature in favor of worshiping his cock.
She loved sucking his dick, relished having his cock in her mouth almost as much as he did.
After one particularly amazing blow job, he'd asked her if she liked sucking him off. No longer in the heat of the moment, her face had gone crimson as she shyly explained that making him feel good made her feel good. The confession given credence by the hot liquid that coated her thighs each time she brought him to orgasm. Fellatio was an aphrodisiac for his lover, one that brought her to the edge of climax before he got anywhere near her pussy. Fucking her after she'd sucked the cum from his dick was always intense. Her needy cunt contracting the moment his hardened flesh paid it the slightest attention. Primed to the point of no return, pounding her pussy into multiple, messy orgasms took minimal effort.
With her cries of ecstasy filling the room, moon colored eyes rolling he'd watch her sweat soaked body spasm and contort, whispering filth in her ear as she reached subspace, dirtying his sheets with her gushing climax.
It was hot as hell, but his lack of spare sheets quickly became an issue. He hated doing laundry but refused to cut back on sticking his dick in her mouth, or fucking her into a quivering pile of nerves. His solution, purchase extra sheets and get back to the nasty with his sexy girlfriend.
The two had gone together, him teasing her as he tossed several different colored sheets into their shopping cart before reassuring her that he didn't mind her messy orgasms, that it turned him on. He'd never messed his bed sheets up as much as he had in the months after their sex life began and he loved it.
Loved every bit of it.
Naruto sat back against the couch cushions, legs spread, heavy lidded eyes watching the woman at his feet. Hinata knelt between his thighs, sucking his dick with slow pulls of her mouth. She'd gotten better at it. His pretty girlfriend liked to make out with his cock now, kissing and running her tongue over his throbbing knob and stiff length with the thorough wetness of a French kiss. The thoroughness with which she laved his cock often left him sweating and fighting climax. The loving and slippery rolls of her tongue enough to curl his toes.
The last week in particular, she'd been doing things he hadn't taught her and he was pretty sure her "interesting literature" had played a hand in the little surprises she threw in.
Like she was doing now.
His breath left his lungs in a hiss as his dark haired lover became ambitious.
Her lips and tongue slid down his cock, drawing him deeper than she'd ever been able to tolerate before. Caught off guard, he took a breath, reaching out to stroke her soft hair in encouragement as he sank through wet heat and into her esophagus.
"Oh fuck," he groaned, fingers fisting in her hair, "Fuck, yeah, good fucking girl. All the way down baby."
Her determined mouth engulfed his cock in slow increments, swallowing inch by agonizing inch. His fingers tightened in her hair, chest heaving as his sex disappeared down her throat. She leaned forward for the last few inches, her tongue dragging along the underside.
The sensations crashed through his brain.
Hot.
Tight.
Slippery.
He shuddered as her top lip met his groin, her bottom lip and tongue resting against is sack.
"Shit," he gasped, "Damn baby, that feels so good."
She struggled, throat contracting around his throbbing cock, her little nails digging into his naked thighs. He panted, fighting to keep the pressure of his hand light enough for her to retreat if she took in more than she could handle. The sight of her dark head in his lap was erotic. Watching her fight not to choke on his dick a stroke to his ego. He groaned when she swallowed, contracting around him, her tongue stretching to caress his testicles.
A harsh breath left his lungs as she retreated, her tongue curving up, gliding along the underside of his sex. He shivered, heated orbs focused on the sight of his wet shaft sliding from her stretched lips. Her flushed cheeks hollowed, the tight suction of her mouth squeezing his tip before she reversed course, lips moving to engulf him again.
Sweat slipped down his temples, his face twisting in a grimace of agonized pleasure as she repeated the slow glide again. Her fingers caressed his muscled thighs, gentle hands sliding over his skin as she stuffed his length back down her throat. Her lips curled, sucking at his root before retreating again.
"Ohhh, fuck." he panted, toes curling as she slurped him again, determined to suck the cum from his nuts.
He closed his eyes, blowing out several breaths in an effort to keep his cock from exploding. He swallowed, blonde brows crinkled in ecstasy. His gut clenched as her mouth stroked him from root to tip again, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. Orgasm bloomed, threatening to take him under. It was worse with his eyes closed, the sensations sharper, the sounds of his girlfriend deep throating his cock louder.
His eyes snapped open, a hiss leaving his lips. Sucking in several breaths, he struggled to calm himself, stroking her hair to distract himself.
Teeth clenching as he held on to his rapidly deteriorating control.
It was a losing battle.
He was sweating after the sixth stroke of her mouth and throat.
Trembling by the eighth.
His control snapping on the ninth.
Lust slammed into him, ripping away his control.
She gagged, her body jerking as he fisted her hair and forced her head up and down his length, the pace quick and frenzied. Her fingers gripped his straining thighs, bracing herself against the rough fucking. He pumped his hips, eyes closing in bliss, each drooling pass of her tongue tightening his balls.
She bore his plunging, moaning as he filled her mouth over and over. The loud squelching of his cock stroking dripping flesh arousing to his ears.
Painful tension coiled in his abdomen, pleasure blasting up his spine.
"Oh fuck," he shouted, "oh shit! I'm gonna cum, oh fuuuck!"
Climax ripped through his body, hot semen exploding from his throbbing tip, sliding down her throat. Gripping her hair painfully tight, he pressed her face hard to his groin, jerking as he emptied his sack. Small hands clutched his flanks, harsh breaths leaving her nose as she swallowed his cum.
He shuddered, letting her pull back a moment later.
She sucked in several breaths, pink staining her cheeks. Dick covered in cum and saliva, he reached down and pumped his aroused flesh, so damn horny it hurt. His hand found her hair again.
"Come here," he growled, yanking her from her knees.
She winced, giving him a heated look as she moved eagerly to his lap, climbing atop him and spreading her thighs over his.
"You're so fucking hot." he murmured, devouring her mouth.
He pulled away a moment later, impatience slithering over his skin. He reached between them, finding her core and pulling her down. She whimpered as he filled her, stretching her tight cunt.
It wasn't enough.
He needed more.
Desperate hands gripped her hips, digging into her supple flesh. He bounced her, his hips rising and falling to meet the merciless pace he set. Tension built as he hammered into her body, forcing her up and down his dick. The soaked grip of her core spasmed, the warning signs of orgasm already tugging at his cock. Her back bowed, head thrown back in ecstasy. Her midnight strands tickled his knees, his heated gaze watching the jiggling titties.
She stiffened seconds later, a hoarse scream leaving her throat as she reached her peak, nearly tumbling from his lap. He tightened his grip, as her body shuddered, twisting and contorting with the force of her orgasm. He wrapped his arms around her form, bringing her to the safety of his chest. He pushed her hair from her face, watching her eyes roll, her mouth open in a silent scream. She was in another world, shuddering as waves of culmination crashed through her body, squeezing and bathing him in ecstasy.
He rode the tide of rapture, each squeeze of her pussy viciously tight. Naruto wrapped her hair around his forearm, pulling her hair back and exposing the gentle curve of her throat.
His tongue lapped at the sweat coated skin, lips sucking hickeys along her pale skin.
He flexed his buttocks, softly stroking fluttering, saturated walls.
Thick dark lashes blinked, that distant look fading from her lilac eyes. He kissed her lips as she descended, coming down from her sexual high.
"Welcome back." he teased, taking her lower lip between his teeth.
She was sensitive, twitching on his lap. Her shaking hands griped his obliques, fingernails digging into his flesh. He smashed their lips together, unraveling her hair from his forearm in favor of fisting the silky strands. She kissed him absently, her mind adrift. He pulled back, taking in her blissful expression.
Her gaze was dreamy and far away, euphoric and sated.
A woman satisfied.
Unfortunately, he wasn't.
Wrapping his arms around her trembling body, he stood and moved to the arm of the couch. He sat her bottom on the couch, before slipping from her body. She looked slightly confused, though didn't protest as he turned her to her belly, bending her over the arm rest. He pressed her face down into the couch cushions.
"Stay still." he commanded.
He caressed her bottom, spreading her cheeks. Her tiny virgin rosebud spread, the tight little hole begging him to fill it. Since their talk, he'd teased her back door with curious stokes of his finger and tongue, but he wanted more today.
His had cracked against her left ass cheek, the loud smack and her soft moan turning him on.
Panting, he spread her ass with one hand and brought his longest finger to his mouth, coating it in warm saliva before slipping it through the tight rings of anus, the penetration leaving her little time to prepare. She squealed, head rising from the couch. His hand cracked against her pale globes again, his finger trapped between her jiggling cheeks. Red stained her snowy skin, the sharp rebuke drawing a shocked moaned from her lips.
"What did I tell you?" he growled, spanking her again, "Head down."
Her body jerked, breath hitching at the harsh directive and hard slap to her rear.
Dick throbbing, the blonde Uzumaki watched her closely. This was the first time he was using a firm hand with her while trying something new, a tone that was commanding rather than coaxing. He was testing the waters, setting her up for the type of sexual dynamic he wanted.
One where he dictated and she followed.
He knew she was willing to try it, to please him. But he wanted to know if she liked it too.
The inner muscles of her anus clamped down on his finger, a shiver skating up her spine. Lust exploded in his gut at the delicate flex of her tight orifice, the tell tale tremor sliding along her body.
She was turned on too.
Her dark head slowly lowered, torso returning to the seat of the couch. The vulnerable position raised her bottom, presenting her butthole for further probing. Her silent submission slid over his skin, a shiver of his own crawling up his spine.
Lust.
Control.
Power.
Trust.
The heady combination slammed into him.
"Good girl," he murmured, starting a slow pump of her bottom, reaching down to stroke his aching cock.
He pressed a wet kissed to her abused rear, teeth nipping at the reddened flesh. She jerked, gasping softly but didn't raise her head again. He fucked her ass gently, slowly, adding a second to the tight hole the moment she raised her hips for more.
"I can't wait to stick my dick in here, baby."
Her thighs trembled, a whimper leaving her lips.
"Deeper…" she whined softly.
He'd give it to her as deep as she could stand the day he stretched her rosebud with more than fingers. Panting, he pounded her asshole, his digits tunneling deeper into the resisting flesh. He tightened his fist around his cock, stroking hard and long, pleasure gripping his balls.
"Oooooohhhhh," she wailed, "Yessss! Narutooooohhhh!"
A harsh breath left his lungs, fingers slipping from her body. He lifted her leg before shoving his cock into her body, frenzied in his need for relief. The couch screeched, sliding across his hardwood floor with each forceful lunge of his body. Naruto groaned, hammering against her ass, moving with the sliding furniture, sweat slipping down his spine.
"Ahhh! Yes! Ohhh! Yes! Naruto! Harder, ohhhhhh!" she cried, her pale fingers gripping the orange cushions.
He smacked her buttocks again, reaching down to spread the soaked flaps of her pussy, his rapt gaze drawn to the sloppy meeting of their genitals. He panted, following her heated pussy as the couch slid again. Something white caught his eye, a picture entering his peripheral. He paused, chest heaving as his lust glazed, confused brain struggled to put together what he was seeing.
"No, p-please, don't stop!" Hinata wailed, wiggling her bottom, enticing him to continue his pounding.
He was tempted to continue, a shudder racking his frame as she squeezed his cock.
"Naruto…" she whined, lifting herself, toes barely touching the floor as she rocked back and forth, fucking herself with his stiff flesh, "please, I need you…"
His nostrils flared, hands sliding around her hips. He lifted her lower body from the armrest, powering into her body in a frenzy of need.
"Oh yes oh God! Ohhh, ohhhhh!" she screamed, clawing the the couch, head thrown back in ecstasy.
The erotic sight was enough to throw his body into chaos, climax teasing his balls, but the box, no longer hidden by the displaced sofa, was one he couldn't resist. He stopped again, pulling his cock from her body.
"Noooo," she moaned breathlessly,"Naruto-kun, don't tease me, please…"
He kissed her bottom, then caressed both fleshy globes, panting softly.
"Not teasing you, baby. Trying to decide if I should punish you or reward you, 'ttebayo," he murmured, "How long has that kit been under the couch?"
Tension shot through her body, her delicate muscles locking in shock. She was quiet, a moment before answering.
"I-It was delivered…today…Naruto-kun," she mumbled, "S-Sasuke-kun came by right after…so I…hid it…"
He couldn't see her face but was sure it was as red as a tomato. She'd never been dishonest with him, and he saw no reason to believe she'd start now. He believed her and turned his attention to another pressing question.
"Do you wanna use it now?"
Because he certainly did. Wanted to begin preparing her to take his dick up her cute ass. He waited for her answer, hoping she'd agree. Sticking his finger up her rear without warning was one thing, they'd talked about anal, had agreed on anal play yesterday. Sticking an object, certain to be bigger than his finger, in her was another. A step he wanted her to be on board with.
He spread her cheeks. Tracing the tiny hole with the tip of his finger.
"You wanna a toy in your asshole while I fuck your pussy, baby?" he questioned.
A shiver glided over her spine.