It's not like he didn't want to. Honestly he did but he knew he shouldn't. Sakura wore his favorite lingerie, a lacy white bra with matching panties and stockings. The little pink rotor control was fastened to one of her thighs. He closed his eyes but he felt Sakura's presence.

The kunochi had hitched breath and was gasping for air. He could feel the sweat sliding down her breasts from all the effort it took her not to cum. Her scent overwhelmed him but he refused to give in. Sakura walked over to him, who sat completely stiffed on the couch with his eyes closed. His wife hovered slightly above his crotch before dipping down and grinding against him. He shuddered at the feeling of her wet panties and the vibration of the rotor. Sakura planned it so well. Just as Sasuke couldn't help himself but feel her wetness, her arms wrapped around his neck and she moaned his name into his ear. The kunochi quivered in Sasuke's hand as she came. Coming down from her high she panted into his ear. His hand was still toying with the hem of her panties.

"Sasuke-kun, I want you." The desperation in her voice set him on fire. He gulped. No. He didn't need this. He definitely didn't - what is she doing. Oh my fucking God. Sakura assisted his hand in the removal of her lacy underwear and he hissed at the sight. She made sure she was spotlessly smooth down there and it was dripping with her orgasm. Sakura's hitched and uneven breath was present again, followed by a throaty moan as she removed the rotor and more of her orgasm dripped.

I

Sakura's small hands unbuttoned his shirt and lifted it off. Her finger traced his abs as she planted butterfly kisses from his jaw line to the crook of his neck. Her tongue swirled at the tender spot earning her a grunt from her husband. Her small mouth began to suck gently and the occasional playful bite was added. Goddamn it. How was he suppose to concentrate when Sakura was dripping wet and giving him hickeys. Stupid woman. Sasuke flipped her so that her back was to him, earning him a yelp from the pink haired woman. He quickly took off his clothes as well and due to Sakura's successful teasing, he was ready to go. Sakura smirked. She teased Sasuke with her entrance, just enough to wet the tip of his member earning a very unsatisfied scowl from her husband. He was so cute she couldn't-AH! Sasuke slammed straight into the little woman and hissed sharply. All that teasing had made her ridiculously wet and tight, so much so that he could of came just entering her. The raven haired man's faze shifted his look to Sakura. What a sight. Her eyes were still dazed from the action and her body quivering from the pleasure as she tried to steady herself. No way she was going to win.

Sasuke smirked and quickly unclasped her bra, having her nipples stand at attention from the sudden cold. She squeaked as his fingers began to rub her hardened nipple. Her moans grew louder as he met the action with each thrust. Sasuke leaned into the crook of her neck and began to nibble gently which resulted in a cross between a moan and a purr. Damn. All the stimulation only made Sakura tighter then ever before. Just as he was about to remove himself, Sakura stopped him. She steadily began to pump him into her and she clung closer to Sasuke. A final loud moan that sent shiver down her spine and cause a squeeze in her lower region marked Sakura's second orgasm. Sasuke was already over edge with that last orgasm and emptied himself into Sakura.

The pink haired kunochi slid off of him and he sighed. Damn. He gave in. Sasuke heard her giggle before standing up. He followed his wife into their room and they both got dressed before she crawled into his arms on their bed.

"Sasuke-kun."

"Hn."

"I win."

"Hn."

"We had sex today so that means we're going to the Sakura festival!" He sighed.

Goddamn curse his male instinct.