A storm

Part 2/2

One wrong move and he would lose his head, Shikamaru knew that well. So he just stared back, trying to read her mind, but it was all in vain. All his analytical abilities seemed to be nonexistent, as his blood obviously flowed to the organs his body deemed more important right now, depriving his brain. She still sat there on the ground, between his legs, resting her arms on his thighs, and a wicked smile plastered on her face.

Temari, however, understood the situation very clearly. She knew him well enough to be able to guess what he would or wouldn't do – and she sure as hell knew he wouldn't make any inappropriate move right now however bad he wanted that – because firstly, he had no idea how affected she was too, secondly – he knew what would happen if she got angry on him. So he didn't move, and stared back confused, waiting for something to happen, trying to comprehend how a woman on her knees can have so much power over him.

Temari smiled. She loved being the one in control and now she had it all, the decision was in her hands only. And being her, she lived her life to the fullest, which meant knowing what she wants and getting it.

Slowly she hoisted herself up, her hands still gripping his legs, moving her face close to his, never taking her eyes away. She didn't stumble not for a second on her way up to his lips and the moment he opened his mouth for a question, her hungry lips shut him up.

The actions of the next few seconds will be slightly forgotten by the both of them, but it included some heavy breathing, fierce kisses and Temari ended up against the wall, pressed by his body, their lips never parted for anything else than a kiss on a neck or other sensitive spot. Neither of them heard the thunder, which still roamed outside as he lost himself between her breasts and Temari's moans overwhelmed the noises outside.

Shikamaru tried to go slow, but as he inhaled the smell of her hair, his hand tightly holding her neck while another explored her most sensitive parts – he knew he was lost. She made sounds that made him go crazy, and he craved her so badly – so as she pulled down his last piece of clothing he was inside her in a matter of seconds, his eyes closed, enjoying the indefinable feeling that was nicely echoed by her passionate moans.

Her leg wriggled around his behind as he steadily pounded her against the wall with every thrust. She sank her nails in his skin, vaguely remembering to avoid the wounds, and opened her eyes to see their reflection in the mirror – her flushed face, partly opened mouth, his muscular body and rhythmically moving ass that sent waves of pleasure with every push.

As she approached her climax, breaths getting heavier and heavier, her legs started trembling, which he noticed and increased the rhythm, sliding his tongue in her mouth. Temari could barely breathe, and her lungs demanded oxygen she lost so easily with every scream she simply couldn't hold. His clasp got stronger and with the last bits of energy he had left he continued, his eyes gazing into hers to find the right time. It hit her intensively, the orgasm that has been building up for, it seems, an eternity, it felt like body numbing and mind numbing sting and she tensed up with a load moan. Seeing her in such ecstasy was more than enough for him to finally let go and he closed his eyes, slipping a little growl out of his lungs as the pleasure engulfed him whole.

"You're… I don't know". He mumbled silently, resting his forehead against the wall, slowly letting go of her leg that still clung around him.

"What? Troublesome?" Temari breathed out with a small smirk playing on her lips again. Her legs shivered after such activities but her hips were being held steady by his hands. For some reason that felt warm.

"No, maybe not this time."

The end.