Just remember I love you Karsten. Sometimes. But I love you more when you're teaching me Chinese. But you have neglected to do so. So you should probably start working on that. Like, now. Instead of reading this POS right here. e.e..
Never in a million years had he figured he would be doing this to her. Making her feel like this and feeling so amazing himself. She had claimed once before that she would never receive pleasure from any man on the face of the Earth. This had been said with tears in her eyes, mats in her hair, and bruises on her skin. Looking down he saw that the tears in her eyes were no longer actual pain, but a type of pain that caused her to arch her back and cry out his name; her legs wrapping even tighter around his waist and pulling him deeper inside her. Her blonde hair was out from it's normal four pigtails and spread all across the pillows.
He loved her deeper into the mattress, his hands running over the smooth skin of her flat stomach, the protruding hardness of her nipples, the subtle curves of her hips. Shikamaru loved the way Temari's eyes closed tight with ecstasy. How her hands, bound to the headboard, clenched themselves into tiny fists in a feeble attempt to not lose herself in what she felt. It was like heaven on Earth when her hips bucked up to meet his, grinding into him in unison to each and every one of his timed thrust.
"Ah~!"
Every time he hit the spot embedded deep between her arms he felt himself getting that much closer to his own climax. Bindings were loosened and her hands immediately went to his back, her nails raking up and down the soft, peach colored flesh; making angry red "love marks" all up and down it. Like intricate tattoos they crossed and thinned as they carried on down his skin. Her breathing was heavy and her breath on her skin when she came. Her juices coated his cock and ultimately his thighs; to keep from crying at himself as he surpassed his limit and lost himself inside of her.
They lay in bed together afterwards with their legs intertwined as their fingers were. The room smelled heavily of sex and a bit of vanilla. He pulled her closer to him and wrapped his arms around her slender waist, holding her tight and whispering in her ear.
"I fucking hate you dollface, be back next time."
With a chuckle he got up and pushed her away from him, grabbing his pants in one fluid motion. She sighed softly and sat up, still naked and covered herself with the blankets. It was always like this. He strode out of the house without so much as a goodbye. She begged, pleaded and stayed by his side to no avail. He taught her just how useless she was with his "love." He could never stay with her. The one time he had tried Shikamaru had become disgusted with remembrance of how many men had used her before him.
"All I ever wanted was for you to love me," Temari whispered as tears dripped onto her already salty sheets.