Hey this is my first story so be kind please. This is just a teaser story I haven't decided if I want to continue it or not. If you think it's good or bad please review. Thanks.
I do not own Naruto
It's warm. I'm surrounded by something, no someone warm, almost like they're trying to be my blanket. I wiggle a little trying –futilely- to get free of the arms that encase me. After a few minutes of struggling he finally lets me go, but only enough so I can sit up. Stretching my thin arms above my head, I feel them ache from the awkward position I slept in. I can't help but glare at the one responsible for my aches. As I push the covers down and onto the floor, I maneuver myself onto his lap.
He groans and says "Naru, you are probably the heaviest skinny person I've met."
"You're complaining but not pushing me off," I say mater-of-factly.
"I'm too tired for this," he groans again. His pale hand running trough his smooth raven hair. I don't mean to but a small moan escapes my lips. Scooting forward I trace the path his hand took. "I thought I told you I'm tired."
I tilt my head in confusion. I'm not even moving him. I'm just touching his hair. Getting on my knees I move so I'm seated right on his hips. Since his' so much taller then me if I were to lay down I'd still be just below his chin. Again my hand takes a life of its own and starts to run through his hair. "But 'Suke I'm not doing anything."
For a third time he groans, "Fuck. Sometimes I wish you weren't so naïve." His hands lift onto my thighs, one moving up and down softly, the other moves up to my hip.
I feel the heat of a blush move up my neck as it settles on my cheeks. My hand stops moving, feeling embarrassed from such a simple touch. He growls deep and menacing. "I thought you wanted me to stop?" I ask. Sasuke can be very moody in the mornings, but as always I give in and start to stroke his hair again.
"Better, just remember you started this."
"What are you talking about?"
"Sometimes I wonder if your innocence would wear off after I've ravaged you night after night, but it's still there," his hand cups my cheek gently; I lean into his warm touch. I like this Sasuke the one that's gentle, even if he's talking about sex.
"That's because I'm not a pervert like you," I say then stick out my tongue. If I can distract him then maybe I can get out of the mess I got into. The hand holding my hip moves me forward and I can feel him. He's fully hard; the thought of what he's going to do to me scares and thrills me. I moan softly from anticipation.
"You feel that Naru? That's what you do to me. The moment you sat on my hips I got like this," he said huskily. Slowly he began to rock me back and forward on his hips. The friction was not enough; even with just our boxers between us I still wanted more. To really feels him. My hands moved to the waistband of his boxers, my fingers gingerly lifted the material. "You want me naked already? We just got started Naru," his voices was sent chills down my spine. I clenched my finger pulling on it again.
