Sorry, folks. I hit a bit of a writer's block for a while, and if I'm gonna be honest, I've been working and gaming a lot lately, so I really haven't had much time to sit myself down to get the creative juices going. But here's what I have so far, and I truly hope it's enough for right now. I do have long-term plans for this fic, but it's not a priority right now, so you'll have to be patient with me. I very much appreciate all the love and support you have given me since I started writing again, and I promise you, I'll have something brand new soon.
With all that being said, on with the show!
Chapter 2
I'm not sure what happened next. Sometimes, I can go through whole fights with a dozen foes and still remember every move I made though the battle for days, weeks on end. But here, and now, with Sakura leading me toward my room, my bed, the next two or three moments had become a complete blur.
I vaguely recall a flurry of clothing flying around the room; my shirt had found its way to the top of a drawer. A sock from her feet disappeared as Sakura's skirt puddled over it in a satin wave, but any attention I had made for the garment was drawn away and toward the glow of her skin as it became more and more exposed to the air between us. My breath became still and shallow as she turned on her heel, exposing her flawless back to me, her muscles gently rippling as she moved, her hair shifting in the low light borrowed from the lamps and candles in the living room.
Sakura made no pretense of eroticism as she stripped. Instead, there was a kind of primordial, almost feral simplicity as she stood in a practical sports bra and- oh god. A black, lacy thong was the only remaining garment on her body as she reached behind herself to unhook her top.
"Stop," I said. Her hands froze above the small of her lower back before she could remove it. "No, just... Hold on. Stay still a moment." She slowly lowered her hands to her side, then turned only her head to look at me. The soft golden glow seeping in through my bedroom threshold caught in her eyes, giving them a twinkling quality not unlike a tigress in the moon's light.
"What's wrong?" she rasped. Her tone held nothing but animal lust and hunger, which I was more than willing to reciprocate. But this was going too quickly, too fast, too soon, and I knew that if this was ruined here and now, then she and I would never be able to recover that which we had lost. More than having her as a lover, more than anything else, I needed to make sure that by the end of the night, she would still be my Sakura. I couldn't afford to let anything change that, not even her.
I swallowed though a parched throat. "Nothing," I whispered. "I just... I just want to look at you for a moment. I want to remember this, forever."
Sakura smiled, and I could once again see a mischievous glint in her gaze. "Uzumaki Naruto," she said slowly, "I will give you so many things to remember tonight." It was at that moment that I knew that she could very well be my undoing, but I didn't care one bit. Haruno Sakura had suddenly become the only thing in the entire universe, known and unknown, that existed to me.
I was perhaps two paces away from her, just to the side of the doorway, and she was close enough to the bed to touch the headpost. "I know, I know," I said as I took those two paces to close the gap to two inches. I could feel her body heat through the air between our skin, and as one we shivered in excitement- anticipation- fear- "I just... I want to savor this." I cannot count the times that she and I have touched each other over the years, whether through handshake, hug, blows from sparring in the fields, or simple incidental brushes, but the instant my right hand touched the side of her waist, it was as if it was the first time all over again. She felt so incredibly burning red against my fingertips, and she felt so incredibly right.
I was still wearing my trousers and shoes, but that didn't matter. I slowly grabbed her waist with my right hand, and crept my left to rest just above her navel. I pressed her close to me, and she gasped along with me when our flesh seemed to merge in sparks and explosive need. I let out a rattling breath, and so intense were my base instincts that it took all of my discipline to not throw her on the bed and take her then and there. My manhood had reacted predictably at this point, and she felt my shaft against her, nestled and pressed against her rear, begging for two different sorts of releases.
"Oh my god," she whispered as I subconsciously ground my pelvis against her as I held her to me all th more. One of her legs shook, and she reached out her right hand to stead against the bedframe's headboard. My left hand had begun to slide upward, snaking toward her breasts, and along the way I passed older scars, mostly faded, on her otherwise immaculate skin. The fingers dipped beneath the cup of her bra, gently probing upwards to the tender flesh awaiting them, slowly circling arhythmically until I found the hardened nipple that was the peak of the perky mound hidden within. She closed her eyes and moaned in quiet contentment, for now willing to allow me to do as I pleased if I would also please her. As I made myself familiar with her breast, her own breathing became more excited and anticipating with every stroke.
I kissed the back of her neck just as my right hand began its trek down to her panties, underwear that might as well have not even been there for all the good they were doing. She quivered when I slipped under the black lace in front, and I could tell that though she wasn't completely shaven, there was at least some "gardening" going on down there. That knowledge only fueled my own thrill and eros, and once again I had to force myself to take things one step at a time.
I really, really wanted to take this slowly, I swear. But more than wanting her, I needed her. I needed her. Any semblance of restraint that I might have entertained moments before were lost to the darkness.
I moved my hand on her breast to the other one, and in a rough motion I pushed her bra up to release those pear-shaped mounds. My fingertips began anew on her other rosebud nipple, and I sear that I could feel the pulse of her heart thudding away like a jackhammer as her moans filled the room. I slipped my other hand down further, more gently, more insistently, toward her labia, to feel the warmth and wetness between her legs. For a short moment I just reveled in the touch, cupping my palm and fingers over her mound, applying slight pressure against her folds as I pulled upwards juuuuust a small bit. Her whole body shivered and shuddered; I knew that it wasn't an orgasm, not yet, but there was no way that every sense and nerve ending in her pelvis wasn't screaming out in ecstasy. Slowly, so slowly, I caressed her lower lips with my hand, supporting the rest of her weight as she leaned back against my bare chest, all while her hips gyrated of their own accord to match my motions.
Once I thought that she was approaching the brink of her patience, I allowed my index and ring fingers to gently part her labia, and with great precision and care, my middle finger slid into her hole. She inhaled deeply and loudly at the intrusion; not with pain, but satisfaction, fulfillment, and her internal walls quivered while my finger went in and out an inch at a time. In and out, rhythmically, intensely, my hands did all the work, and all the while my cock threatened to literally tear through my pants as her ass ground against me. I didn't want to blow my wad while still clothed, so I decided to take this act to its next stage.
I withdrew my hands from her pussy and breasts, and she nearly collapsed against my chest. I had masturbated her for almost ten minutes at this time- never to the point where I thought that she would hit the "big O" as some call it, but leaving her so close to the edge that she could only wish for more. I wrapped my left arm around her torso, just holding her and feeling the warmth of her body against mine, the only sound in the room being our quickened breathing. Out of curiosity, as we recovered our composure, I put my finger in my mouth, just to get a glimpse of her taste. Her musky scent permeated the room, and she tasted exactly like sex is supposed to. I smiled, and with a soft pop of vacuum, took it out.
To my surprise, Sakura grabbed my hand with hers and guided it to her mouth. She suckled at my fingertip, tasting herself on me. Let me tell you something- there is almost nothing in the world more erotic than a beautiful woman with your finger in her mouth. Sex is raw, unfiltered lust with a side of desire, but this small gesture sent me into a renewed vigor.
Before I could initiate more, though, she regained her legs and turned to me, my finger still through her lips. She locked her eyes with mine as she continued to suckle, pulling me closer to her with one hand while her other was still over mine. Her free hand slipped down past the hem of my pants to grab my ass, and I returned the favor, unimpeded in any way by her choice of thong.
She slowly took my finger from her mouth, a trail of saliva dripping from it, a lustful grin on her lips. "I'm tired of these games," she growled, and pushed me onto the bed. I bounced, it creaked a bit, and as I landed I saw her bra fly across the room. She stood before me in the dim light, a figure of perfection and beauty, power and grace. Never one to be passive, she had decided that she was going to call the shots now. Hey, I knew what I was getting into when I found out my kink was women who could kick my ass.
She knelt to the floor, and without ceremony tore my shoes off. I fumbled with the drawstring on my tracksuit pants, and she reached up to remove them as well. I arched my pelvis into the air, and with one smooth motion, she slid them and my boxers down to my ankles. Sakura had never seen me in the nude before then, just as I had never seen her, but her eyes went wide as she saw my fully-erect penis standing stiff straight into the air. I won't brag and say that it was two feet long or anything like that- reality is rarely that kind- but never has any girl I've been with done anything but admire it once it was out in the open.
"Oh my god," Sakura breathed softly as it gently bobbed and weaved with my thundering pulse. She licked her lips, and her wide emerald eyes seemed to shine with their own iridescent glow. She wrapped a soft, steady hand around the base of my shaft, just to feel it for a moment, to get used to the girth and length. Her lips approached the head, and far-too-slowly I saw those same perfect lips kiss it. Her breath was as hot as a furnace, incomprehensibly warm, and with slow, steady motions, she bobbed up and down. The slick saliva in her mouth lubricated the process, and it took all of my willpower to not bust then and there. As her throat created a vacuum in her mouth, her hand gently stroked my shaft, occasionally caressing my balls every few strokes or so. Two, three, four, five inches of my almost-painfully throbbing cock disappeared into her mouth and tickled her tonsils, and it was all I could do to not release then and there.
She let her throat get used to the sensation of my cock for a moment, and in the meantime she skillfully worked her tongue around the shaft. Slow, light caresses from side to side, gently prodding my glans and pushing me ever-so-quickly to the very edge of both pleasure and agony. It had been a while since I'd been with anybody else, and my rampaging libido was bursting to let loose. In time, though, she began to slowly bob her head up and down, in gently continuous movements, gradually taking more and more of my length down past her lips. Her hands were bunched in the sheets on either side of my ass, and I was forced to grab onto them and hold them tight to draw any focus away from the truly divine warmth and joy I was experiencing.
I don't quite know how long this went on. I don't think it was more than ten minutes of heaven, but I was so enthralled with her giving me the most enthusiastic blow job of my life that it might as well have been twelve hours. I focused on anything I could think of to control my body, to allow myself to simply bask in the glow of her lips around my cock without releasing a load down her throat, but with every motion of her head, her technique seemed to improve by leaps and bounds, and so lost in the pure ecstasy of the moment that short of some kind of divine intervention, I didn't have a chance in hell of keeping my composure.
Hey, I've been called a "stamina freak" for all of my life, but combat and sex are two different games.
I was close to release, so so close: I knew my body well, and I knew my limits. In the best of times, I could hold out for an hour, maybe two, even under the best circumstances, but Sakura proved to know me just as well. I swear, three seconds before I would have come in her mouth, she slowed the pace and gently removed her lips from around my cock. I saw her shoulders heave slightly in the ambient light from my living room, more from excitement than exertion. Her eyes, so deep and clear, looked back up at me as mine went wide with lust and desire. Her tongue traced a trail around her lips, a wicked smile on them. "Oh, no, Naruto," she purred. "You're not getting off that easily. I am so not done with you yet."
I was well and truly, literally and figuratively, royally fucked.
Like a python, she slid up from the floor, her flesh grinding against mine as she rose. Never breaking eye contact with me, inch by inch, the shaft of my manhood slipped down her cheek, her chin, her collarbone, until it had nestled between her breasts. I felt my breath catch in my throat as she paused there. "Oh my god," I moaned. "No, not that..."
"Oh?" she asked, a viper's smile tugging at those glorious lips. "Don't do... this?" She hiked up on her knees a bit to press her cleavage more firmly against my shaft, fully encompassing it with her mounds. While she wasn't inhumanly huge-chested like her mentor, her bust was more than complimentary to her frame, and in truth I nearly came then and there.
"I-if you keep doing that, I'm going to break!" I managed to say. "I'll come all over your chest, I swear, I c-can't hold out too much longer, Sakura!"
Her grin widened. "Hmm," she purred. "Have I done the impossible? Did I find the limits of your stamina?"
I closed my eyes and bit my lips. I focused on every breathing exercise that I had ever learned over the many years of training we had both endured. "I don't want it to be like this," I said. "I don't want to make this feel- no, I don't want this to just be a thing. You're worth more than that. I don't just want to feel good, Sakura. I want to be complete with you. You, you and me-"
Once again, Sakura surprised me beyond all capacity of reason. One moment, she was nestling my cock between her breasts. The next, she has pushed me up against the headboard of my bed and was straddling my waist while on her knees. Her hands were planted against the wall behind me, and a gleam of feral lust burned in her eye. "My turn,then," she said. "And after you're done..." She placed a palm against my cheek. "After you're done, my love, I swear I'm going to fuck you so hard that you will be begging me to give you a break."
My eyes went wide. I had seen this woman literally shatter mountainsides with her fists, but never in my life had I seen this level of ferocity and intensity from her before then.
And never, ever, had I been so completely aroused.
She was going to break me that night, and there was nothing that I could do to stop her.
I smiled up at her. "Try me," I softly challenged her.
Oops.
Yeah, that's all you folks get for Christmas. Happy new year, everybody, be safe and warm.
Love you fabulous losers.
~dead witch
