Melody From My Memory
During the Downpour
Kushina let out a low but pleasurable moan that echoed through the walls of the bedroom, muting for a brief moment the sound of the rain clashing against the window. It seemed unreal that such a simple touch could make her moan so blissfully, especially after the workout she had put herself through previously. Her body was giving her contradictory responses. While her lungs, throat and muscles, were screaming obscenities at her for forcing them to be pushed past their limits with her increasing panting, moaning and muscle clenching, her mind, heart and stomach loved each minute of the increasing warm knot at the base of her abdomen, waiting patiently for it to released. Even though her body was tired and sated beyond her imagination, the longer the minutes stretched, the more she hoped those delicious spasms would increase. It wouldn't be much longer till she reached her peak.
Getting too tired to hold her on body up right, Kushina let herself fall back against warm, sticky but smooth skin, that instead of grossing her out, somehow comforted her even further. It was the kind of chest she had long since memorized, knowing every scar, ever freckle, ever lump. It was the kind of chest she loved to kiss.
It seemed amazing that he still had the stamina and enthusiasm for this kind of foreplay, even if most people would argue that his job had been minimal in tonight's activities, the increasing pleasure that he was creating was starting to get to her. It wouldn't be too long before her body contracted and relaxed once again, giving her another reason to smile.
Strong muscles contracted over her chest and it took her longer than a minute to realize that his right arm had been place around her, creating a makeshift sort of blanket that did a bad job at protecting her form the cold, but an amazing job at making her shiver with comfort. The weight of that arm comforted her and once again she asked herself how in the world did he still have the energy to do that, when even the slightest turn of the head made her already aching body scream in agony? She tried lifting one of her hands to try and intertwine their fingers together, but when that proved too much work she just tipped her head back enough to let his face come into her line of vision but not enough to knock her head away from shoulder.
That amazing smile of his came into view. "Kushina…" she heard him whisper, her eyes wandering from his lips up his cheeks and finally making contact with those sapphire orbs of his that didn't seem as tired as her own. "Don't fall asleep on me, love."
"I'm not," Kushina complained, looking down once again at his arm over her chest. "Minato…" she started, finding the energy to ask what she'd been dying to.
He kissed her forehead. "Hmm?"
"How do you – oh, Minato!" Kushina moaned, grasping his right arm with her hand tightly, worried that the spasms of her body were going to make her fall into a dream like world. She hadn't been prepared by that last stroke.
She heard him muffle his laugh in her hair. "What were you going to ask me?" she heard him wonder, thankfully returning to the previous rhythm.
"Nothing," she muttered, letting her head fall back against his shoulder. Why ruin this moment now?
His hold on her tightened, as if he was afraid that she would push him away, but who would be stupid enough to push such delicious waves away when she was so so close? "I love you," he muttered, making her smile. He had the weirdest timing of saying that.
"W-why do you always end up saying that?" Kushina panted, very aware that her sore lungs were complaining about the lack of oxygen due to her constant panting.
"Because is true." Minato murmured, burying his face on her hair.
Kushina couldn't help but laugh at that, slightly turning to her right so she was somehow facing him but not enough to close her legs to his hand. Those delicious strokes were not to be interrupted if she wanted to end this the way it was intended.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, Kushina bit a piece of skin on his neck. "And you love saying it while we are doing this."
"You know of a better moment than this?" Minato asked, tracing circles on the smooth skin of her stomach.
"A few," Kushina smiled, capturing his lips on hers before he could even think of saying anything else. She expected the kiss to distract Minato, making him stop or waver what he was doing in between her legs, but his hand never ceased that specially slow and teasing movement it was doing, allowing the increasing shivers to run up and down her back and that knot in her stomach to grow. Kushina smirked, it wouldn't be much longer and she wanted to make the most of out what little time she still had left.
Kushina forced her weight slightly onto Minato, making him extend his free hand behind him to hold his body up, giving her free access to that smooth neck of his, some of which had biting marks and hickeys, she, herself, had been working on for a while now. Minato had always commented about how lucky he was that his uniform covered up his neck, obscuring the marks. Kushina always believed it was the only reason why Minato wore the same shirt every day. Earning an approving groan from him, Kushina trailed down her mouth to kiss the edges of his lips, his jaw, his chin, down to an especially sore spot in his neck she knew he loved. But upon biting it, his rhythm in her legs ceased, giving her body spasms, screaming for his touch once more. If she wanted to get her way, she would just have to play by his rules then, or else her body would be very angry at her if things didn't end up the way they were intended to.
Giving the bottom of his chin a sweet kiss, Kushina glared at him, easing back against his chest when his fingers resumed their work. "How come?"
"It's your turn," Minato replied, giving her a kiss on the forehead.
"But it could be both our turns." Kushina sang out, obviously not pleased by her lack of contribution.
"Are you sure?" Minato smirked, pressing her closer.
Kushina frowned, wondering what his real meaning was when suddenly the fingers between her legs increased their rhythm, thrusting deeper than they had been before, reaching an especially sore spot inside of her. That was new. Losing control of her body, Kushina fell back once more against Minato's chest, biting her lip to suppress a moan. It was not fair, really, for him to tease her like that, since she'd been anything but selfish. Like she said, it could be both their turns, but the minutes she was about to voice her thoughts, his hand shifted, opening her legs a little wider, giving his long fingers even more space than they'd had before. Now that was something.
Her arms felt limb against her sides, her head fell back against his shoulder, her eyes closed, her lips parted in a pleasurable moan. Oh god, she was so close. If only he would – too late. Her scream/moan resonated through the apartment, alerting neighbors next door. The rain outside didn't really seem like it was that bad, when everything inside was so deliciously delicious. Her eyes started seeing spots, stars, colorful things. Her stomach giving away that knot inside it, giving free way for more spasms which increased with the seconds. Her sore throat, aching even more when her moans didn't ceased, they only muted. If only there was a way to stay in bed all day and do nothing but this all day, she would be a content woman.
Kushina didn't really know how much time passed, but when her sense finally had the decency to calm down, she suddenly came very aware of where she was.
The cold room didn't seem that bad now that her body's temperature had increased, making those awful white sheets that covered her legs feel more intrusive than protective. The rain outside seemed a little less loud, only being able to really grasp a few drops against the window. Minato's body seemed smoother and warmer than it had been a few minutes ago, and she couldn't help herself when she turned around and wrapped her arms around his waist, giving it a gentle squeeze.
"I love you," Minato said brushing hair out of her face.
"I love you too, Minato." Kushina murmured, not wanting for this moment to end.