"Good morning," she said stiffly, unconsciously pulling her robe tighter around her… well aware that it would only frame her curves better.
"Damn, that smells good," he murmured. "What are ya cooking?"
"Breakfast for the two of us." Temari sighed. "How- how did you sleep?"
"I slept like a baby," Naruto said. "You?"
"I slept alright."
"Your legs feeling alright?" he asked.
"Of course. Why?"
Naruto chuckled under his breath, leaning against the counter. "Well, I'd actually be really surprised if you weren't the least bit sore," the Uzumaki murmured. "Didn't I tell you I fucked a hundred women? They were experienced ones, too — it's not like prostitutes can be anything but experienced," he said, chuckling again. "But, I can say for a fact that each of them was sore after we were both finished; and that didn't really matter whether I was soft or rough, whether they rode me or I fucked them from behind… whether it was anal, with their mouth, whatever. They were always sore."
"Always?"
He grinned. "I never stayed with any one woman for more than a day," Naruto said. "So, who knows? It could be something that a girl just has to get used to." He came up behind her, looping a hand around her waist and pulling her close — Temari shuddered as she felt his length press against her back. It was so big; even soft, even through her robe, she could feel. The size of it. The thickness. The- the everything about it.
"I need to finish cooking," she whispered.
"Oh, I'm sure you can multitask. I won't fuck you here and now — I just want to… warm you up, for when we're both finished eating." He cackled like the deviant he was, a hand worming underneath her robe to rub one of those juicy thighs he'd adore sinking his teeth into.
"Ungh." Her reply to what he had said caught up in her throat, especially as he undid her robe — he didn't pull it off of her quite yet, but it allowed him to slip a hand into the depths of it, caressing one of her bountiful breasts. "You're-"
"Just focus on the cooking," Naruto purred into her ear. His fingers crept up her thigh — his other hand was busy working over her teat, one of those delightfully rosy nipples between gently twisted and pinched between his thumb and pointer finger.
Temari tried to move her hands, but they just kept shaking — something akin to a gasp escaped her when his hand finally reached the little nub in between her legs. She whimpered; both from pain and from pleasure, as her soreness was not something to be underestimated.
Naruto grinned, leaning forward and gingerly sinking his teeth into that wondrous tanned skin of hers. A few hours later, Temari would find quite a number of hickies there — marks that he loved to leave on the women he routinely slept with. And she was no exception, even if she meant quite a bit more to the blonde (as Gaara's sister) than your everyday average whore.
"Your body's real nice," he mumbled, his finger circling her glistening folds. "That's the thing — those girls that Jiraiya made me pick from were… boring after a while. They were all the same: all curves, no substance. Soft and cushiony; I had to be careful not to accidentally hurt them with the slightest of things. But kunoichi like you, Temari? Nah, there's nothing like that. Half-muscle, half-curves… able to stretch, to bend, to do whatever while at the same time being… awesome in general."
Temari laughed, face flushed and her body seemingly on fire from the arousal she was facing. "That- that's pretty funny," she said.
"What is?"
"Those women's entire lives revolve around making their bodies as desirable as possible," Temari told him, bracing her hands against the counter, because even as she talked he was rubbing and groping and pleasuring her. "Surgery, diets, techniques, makeup, everything is a way for them to look better. Yet — yet, you, the guy with… with everything a woman wants and more, go after women like me who can't be bothered to do more in the morning than put up my hair and add a little eyeliner. That's what I find funny."
Now Naruto was laughing too. "That's all you do in the morning? I'm surprised." The hand clutched around her breast gave the warm flesh a good squeeze. "You're so damned sexy that I'd imagine you would have a ten hour routine to look this good."
"Flatterer," Temari said, scoffing yet grinning at the same time. "Now… now…"
She gulped.
"Fuck me," the Suna blonde muttered, spreading her legs and bending over slightly, pressing her rump against his firm thighs. "Breakfast can wait."
Naruto… smirked.
"Nah," he said, pulling back and vacating the spot where he'd stood — now he stepped into the living room, tossing himself back onto the couch and putting his hands behind his head. "I'm kind of hungry, Temari. So, that kind of stuff will have to wait. Well… unless…"