A.N.: This is the sequel to Touching Her. By all means, you may start reading this without having read it, but it is highly recommended. That way you have some insight as to what's happening. This story will not be all joy and dandelions. It's a very different aspect compared to Touching Her's comical and racy string along. This first chapter will be the only chapter with song lyrics. It's to set the mood and the pace of the story. Also, this is rated M for a distinct reason. If at any point you cannot handle it, go ahead and take a breather. This is not meant to be taken as Touching Her was. By the way, this should remind you of a specific scene from a specific chapter hint, (Touching Her, chapter nine, people! Sakura's P.O.V.!) hint.

Naruto is not my property at all.

The lyrics of Sleep belong to Poets of the Fall.

Beyond Him

Chapter One

Hear your heartbeat
Beat a frantic pace
And it's not even seven AM

His lips crashed down upon hers like the roaring sea. Tidal waves of pleasure coursed through her veins. She molded her body as close to his rock, solid, warm one. Her hands clenched around the tight, thick muscles of his biceps and she felt her body go aflame as he pushed her back into the mattress with lust filled orbs that had he body clenching and writhing for more.

You're feeling the rush
of anguish settling
You cannot help showing them in.

Her body ached when his hands stroked up and down her sides, brushing her breasts with subtle, yet bold fingers. Her heartbeat leaped in bounds and she could no longer keep the coo from slipping past her parted, panting lips into the ear of her captor as his head dipped down in the crook of her neck, his teeth nipping her skin.

Hurry up then
Or you'll fall behind and
They will take control of you

He drew back from her and she frowned from the sudden loss of her blazing heat. She watched impatiently as he unclothed himself in a rush. She squirmed as his gaze fell upon her mostly naked form with a cautious, calculating gleam. Pushing herself up to study the fine specimen of a man he was, she drank in the dips and curves of him from his muscular calves to his large, engorged manhood that caused her heart to jump as the muscles of her vagina clenched to the tough build of his obliques to the strong structure of his shoulders, and finally to the chiseled face with penetrating eyes.

"Oh, big boy."

And you need to heal
The hurt behind your eyes
Fickle words crowding your mind

She had barely enough time to blink before he upon her like a cat on its mouse. His hands caressed every ounce of warmed skin she possessed, her eyes closed delightfully as he sucked on the skin of her tender breast, and she grew anxious as his member teased the folds of her wet labia. As he ravished her body with agonizing pleasure, she let ever slip of noise escape her for he drove the sanity out of her and replaced it with a fiery vixen. She groaned painfully loud as his hands encased her petite hips and his groin rubbed flesh against her core.

She dug her nails as hard as she could into his biceps as she grasped for anything solid to drag her back from the unearthly sensation raging havoc upon her overheated tissue. She wanted to whimper as he paused, perhaps too mesmerized by the warmth delving from her, as his head dropped down to her pert breasts. Her mind and body screamed devilishly as he plunged into her. Her muscles clamped tightly around the large member and she groaned and paused to allow herself to get accustomed to his delightful intrusion, having stretched so suddenly to fit him.

So
Sleep, sugar, let your dreams flood in,
Like waves of sweet fire, you're safe within
Sleep, sweetie, let your floods come rushing in,
And carry you over to a new morning

Scantly, her brain registered him pulling out of her before she could catch her breath as he drove himself harshly back into her. He continued from there. She was too far in. The tidal waves coursing through her became raging storms. Her mouth dropped open to allow the flow of desperation ring true to how she felt. She draped her legs tightly around his hips attempting to latch onto any chance of releasing the ache between her thighs.

Try as you might
You try to give it up
Seems to be holding on fast

Smacking roughly against him, she tried to draw as much of him as hard and fast as he would let her. His pace quickened to accommodate her rapidly growing fire in the pit of her belly. She let the storm tearing her apart slam hard into her. Crying out, she held onto him as her body clenched and unclenched harshly. He pressed hard into her and she felt his sudden explosion in her as her body drained him of all he had to offer her. He panted harshly against her shoulder and he dropped his weight to the side before rolling off her completely.

It's hand in your hand
A shadow over your
A beggar for soul in your face

She watched him through heavy falling lids as he glanced at her with a cheeky grin before he lazily drew his clothes on. He rolled away from he and she watched the rise and fall of his chest with renowned interest. Reaching down herself, she bid all logical thought gone before dressing with a new fevered fire. She stood hurriedly and studied his form with caution before stepping lightly, quickly to the cell door. She paused as it creaked and she turned expectantly at him.

Still it don't matter
If you won't listen
If you won't let them follow you

He watched he and she flinched away terror wrenching her heart as he smiled at her. She felt her heart stop as he waved her off.

"Go quick, before I change my mind."

You just need to heal
Make good all your lies
Move on and don't look behind

Her heart thundered against her ribs in a show of adrenaline. Her instincts kicked in full drive as she pressed her tired, aching body forward. She pressed herself to draw each leg in front of the other as she recalled every step he had taken. She paused only briefly as she stepped up the familiar steps from where he once brought her. The heat of the upper world encased her shivering fingers.

Day after day
Fickle visions
Messing with your head
Fickle, vicious
Sleeping in your bed
Messing with your head
Fickle visions
Fickle, vicious

Sakura's eyes shot open. She breathed in the stale air. Sweat dripped from her brow and her heart nearly stopped as she stared at the white ceiling of her apartment. His scent still ruffled through her nose. Her body still memorized every sensation of his upon hers. Her ears still could hear his demanding tone. Her eyes could still see his penetrating gaze.

But worst of all, his memory still remained with her.

So
Sleep, sugar, let your dreams flood in,
Like waves of sweet fire, you're safe within
Sleep, sweetie, let your floods come rushing in,
And carry you over to a new morning