AN: Hello everyone, how are you all doing? Great, I hope.
Now, before anything else, I have to say I'm sorry for taking so long to finally get this done. However, I did say it would be out someday.
I think my writing style has gotten a little more "mature" and hopefully, a little better too.
So expect to read something more serious and just a fair warning, this last chapter does earn its "M" rating.
So here it is. Enjoy:
"I give up!" Sasuke screamed at his reflection. He was tending to his split lip while Hinata was muttering apologies on the other side of the door of their bathroom. She was actually crying, leaning her back against the locked door.
"Unbelievable! Do you even love me Hinata?!" He knew he was only making matters worse, but the frustration was gnawing at his insides. He was really doubting her love. He tried to calm himself but couldn't. The blood that was staining his shirt wouldn't let him forget.
For the past ten days Sasuke had tried to consumate his marriage with the woman he loved, but he only met with rejection everytime. On the morning of the eleventh day he decided to give them one more chance. They would be leaving the next morning and he didn't know what would happen if they returned like this.
It wasn't supposed to be like this, Sasuke thought bitterly. He loved her so much! Hewouldgive his life to her, die for her. Those were things he took to heart; he would do anything for her. Did she doubt his devotion? Had he not proved himself, his love?
Maybe this is all my fault, I shouldn't have been so forceful. If she didn't want to do it, I should have told her its ok, no hard feelings. Maybe one day they would get there, if not they should just get a divorce. "Couples do it all the time," he whispered.
But…this is not what he planned, the love he and Hinata shared couldn't be this weak. No, it wasn't. Just the thought of leaving her made his heart hurt, asif someone was squeezing it and right now it felt like it was about to burst.
But Hinata hadn't said even one word besides her damned apologies. No reason why, no guidance, nothing that could help them both. It was like she wanted him to figure it all out. And he tried. Oh! How he tried! But what could he do? He was just a man and since when has a man understood a woman?
He decided he needed a break from all of this. Taking a few deep breaths, he unlocked the bathroom door, I hadn't noticed that I locked it; he eyed the doorknob, steeling himself for what was to come. Making sure Hinata was no longer against the door, he opened it.
She was standing right in front of him, her eyes red and her cheeks stained with tears that still kept coming, but she was not sobbing and her eyes, even though puffy, weren't betraying any emotion.
An overwhelming sense of dread took hold of Sasuke. Never before had Hinata looked at him with such empty eyes. They always held something: hate, anger, contempt, compassion, happiness, longing, love.
"I'm sorry Hinata. I didn't mean to say…" but she cut him off with a slight shake of her head.
"No, it's ok. It's not like I'm…" she trailed off, not being able to convey her feelings tohim. That's the problem; she isn't helping him understand. What's wrong? How to fix it? She didn't know the answer to those questions herself, so how could she help him?
"Sasuke…I think we should stay away from each other…just for today…" she couldn't look into his eyes; it hurt to look at him right now.
It was her turn to enter the bathroom, but she didn't lock it like he did.
Sasuke changed his bloody shirt and went out. Walking out of the hotel lobby, he was nearly blinded by the light. It was still early in the morning; the sun was hanging low in the horizon, stillalmosttouching the sea. It was beautiful, but he couldn't, for his life, enjoy it.
Desperately needing a drink, he went in search of an open bar. In the early hours of such a beautiful day he wasn'tsure if he would find one.
Walking down the first street he came to Sasuke realisedsomething; he barely knew where he was going. They had been here for ten days but hadn't enjoyed it at all. Sure, the first few days they went swimming and visited some restaurants, but after the third night things went down the drain. Hard.
Remembering that night made his cheeks burn. It was the first time Hinata had slapped him. The first real sign that happiness was not something they would find here. How could such an incredible place not bring them closer, but instead tear them apart? It made no sense.
Sasuke didn't even notice he was already sitting onastoolatabar. It took the bartender three shoutedgreetings to bring the young Uchiha out from his reverie.
"Look, we're closed…but I can see you're down so…what do you want?" asked the bartender not unkindly. He was a good looking man, definitely past his forties but still brimming with what Lee would call *The flame of youth!*
"I must be really miserable if I'm remembering Lee on my own honeymoon." mumbled Sasuke.
"What? Did you say something?" Asked the bartender, wiping a glass thatalready looked clean enough.
"No, it's nothing. Just give me the strongest thing you have and leave the bottle."
"Alright, here you are," said the older man, handing him a bottle of whisky and the glass he had been cleaning. Sasuke noticed the man had blue eyes and hair the color of fire, even if it was already receding.
After the forth shot, Sasuke was already woozy, but he still kept gulping down the whisky. Atleastitdidn'tburnsomuchnow. After the sixth shot, the bartender seized the bottle.
"Listen, I don't know what happened to you, but drinking your ass into the gutter clearly won't solve it," said the man with worried blue eyes. "What'syourname young man? And what brings you inhereon this fine morning?"
"Sasuke…and about the reason why I'm here…it's none of your business," Sasuke slurred drunkenly.
"Oh! You would be surprised by how much is my business!" laughed the old man. "My name is Hinata by the way."
The boy-man's eyes widened comically at such a coincidence, his drunkenness seeping away.
"What is your name?" he asked from his stool, a cold feeling running through his spine.
"Hinata. Are you deaf as well as drunk?" the bartender joked.
"You gotta be kidding me!" replied Sasuke angrily.
"Of course I am!" guffawed the red haired man.
"One Hinata is already too much…but two…I need to get out of here!" Sasuke stood up suddenly. Heswayed, theworldspunandhebegantorealisejusthowdrunkhewas.
"Calm down young man! You're not going anywhere. You haven'tpaid your bill yet." The bartender's stern tone made Sasuke sit back down on his stool. "And I'm not about to let a drunken fool run out alone in the streets."
"Listen old man, don't patronize me! You don't even know me!"
"No! You listen to ME!" the older man yelled. "You enter my humble abode like a fucking zombie, even though I told you we were closed!"
Sasuke was actually felling a bit threatened now.
"And now you think you can go crazy on me! Oh! Better think again, young man!"
"Ok, already! I'm sorry it's just . . ."
"Just what?!" Hinata half asked, half yelled.
The words got stuck in Sasuke's throat. What was he supposed to say? That his own wife didn't love him? That she actually hits him when he tries to make love to her? Because that is what he wants, he wants to make love toher, not have sex with her. He can have sex with any girl he wants! And after she hits him, she apologizes and says that she is afraid. His own wife is afraid of him!
But that's exactly what Sasuke does; he spills everything that's been happening in the past ten days and what happened this morning. "…and then she punched me! Right in my mouth! That's how I got this cut lip!"
The old man narrowed his eyes and then he laughed, laughed so much that Sasuke thought the old man was going to die from a heart attack, he was practically purple from lack of air.
"How can you laugh? My marriage is going down the toilet you bastard!"
"I'm sorry! It's just that this is the craziest story I have ever heard in my entire life!" he cackled, "And I'm a bartender!"
"Fuck you, motherfucker!" Sasuke's eyes flashed red.
"Calm down now. No need for name calling," the old man managed to splutter, his eyes streaming with tears of laughter.
"The funniest part is that you really think she doesn't like you," Hinata finally managed to say, trying to be serious. "Do you really think that she would have married you if she hated your guts?"
"Then what's the problem?" Uchiha asked, hope beginning to flicker in his chest for the first time in days.
"I don't know. Did you talk to her? Ask her what is going on?"
Sasuke's mouth opened, but no words came out. Now that he stopped to think about it, he had never askedher. Not really.
"I need to go!" he exclaimed, throwing two, one hundred dollar bills on the counter. He almost jumped from his stool.
"Hey! Your change!" Hinata barked.
"Keep it!" And Sasuke was out the door.
He needed some time to think. A walk seemed like a good idea and it would help sober him up. It wouldn't do to have Hinata worrying about his drinking habits; they had too many problems to deal with already.
The town had woken up and the streets were more densely populated now. The morning sun shone brightly, making everything seem better, more hopeful. Numerous tourists walked about the many small stands that littered the sidewalks, buying souvenirs or snacks. He should eat something. It would hopefully soak up the alcohol and sober him up before he went back.
Some coffee should definitely be on the menu. Looking for a suitable establishment, Sasuke didn't even notice the many appreciative stares he was attracting from the female population, both native and foreigners like him; particularly from a pair of lavender eyes that followed him as he carried on his quest for breakfast.
Finally arriving at a coffee shop that seemed inviting enough, finding himself an empty table he ordered strong black coffee and some toast to help soak up the whisky. A ditsy brown haired maid scribbled his order down on a notepad and when she asked him twice if there was anything else he wanted, adding a sly wink the second time, he knewthat she meant anything. Sasuke just knew that this girl was trouble.
His order was promptly on his table, as was the waitress, sitting right on the edge, swinging one leg and making sure he got a view right up her very short skirt. With a groan, Sasuke averted his eyes.
The vision in front of him was enticing, to say the least and he was only a man. He hadn't meant to look. This wasn't the woman he wanted, but ten unfulfilling days on honeymoon with Hinata had left him in a constant state of frustration. Against his will, his cock sprang to life, seeming to have a mind of its own. That didn't mean he intended to use it. But he was still rather drunk and he could not help himself taking another look at the girl in front of him.
She was watching him intently with bright blue eyes, which hinted at mischief. He immediately knew that this girl was playing with him. She had a comely face, perfectly framed by wavy brown hair that reached her shoulders. Her pointy nose made her look like a hawk eyeing her pray. But alas, there was no denying she had eyes that would have most men falling at her feet. As blue as the midday sky, they were inviting and promised a good time, a really good time.
Sasuke took a deep breath, closing his eyes at the same time a certain bluenette entered the café. Opening his eyes he let them travel down the waitress's slim neck to take a good look at her breasts, her perky tits accentuated by the semi-corset that hugged her torso tightly. Her skimpy uniform really clung to her curves in all the right places and didn't she just know it.
Her long legs were displayed in front him, a golden colour that could only be acquired by living under an abundant sun and they were shamelessly dangling back and forth, a vision that had all the men in the room mesmerized; all the men, except him.
Calling this girl beautiful was an understatement, but nevertheless, Sasuke already had too many problems. He couldn't add any more and he could hardly eat his breakfast with her sitting in front of him like that.
"Listen..." he sighed "Not trying to be rude. Believe me when I say I can be pretty rude."
The girl eyed him steadily, hungrily, not in the least bit phased by Sasuke's attempted brush off.
"I know you're a beautiful girl and that you're used to having men falling all over you." His eyes darted around the room, most men had only a cup of coffee at their tables, all of them averted their eyes. "But I'm married AND not interested. So please stop this act. Go bother someone else."
With an indignant huff she hopped from the table and walked away. "Your loss." She turned around and slapped her own ass.
For heaven's sake girl! Sasuke shook his head violently as all his blood had shot straight to his cock. Never had it been so hard to control himself. He couldn't help but think that this was all Hinata's fault.
After a few long breaths to get his wits back, he started working on his breakfast, eating extra slowly, hoping that by the end of it the unwanted tent in his jeans would have settled down. He didn't want to give the waitress the satisfaction of seeing how hard he was.
The bluenette walked out of the coffee shop, feeling rather proud of her husband. Deciding to return to their apartment, she found herself standing at the middle of the kitchen. It was surprisingly well provided, she thought. Deciding she would cook something, just in case, she started laying out the ingredients she would use.
It would take a while for everything to be ready; she hoped she had enough time, as it would also help her think.
Having finished his breakfast and procrastinated enough about what he should do next (which took several more cups of coffee) Sasuke called for his bill. Thankfully it wasn't the same waitress who answered. He left what he thought was a good enough tip in the circumstances. After what that waitress had put him through, she was lucky she was getting anything.
Taking a look at his watch he couldn't help but think it was time he got back and talked to Hinata. It was already past noon and way past the time they should had discussed their problem.
Sasuke was atthedoortohishotelsuite in less than five minutes and immediately regretted it. It would probably have been better if he had walked slower; it would have given him more time to think about what to say.
Glancing at his watch it read, in bold black numbers, 12:27 PM.
He sighed, maybe she wasn't there, maybe she went out to eat and hadn't returned yet. Taking a long breath, he let himself into the hotelsuite. No such luck, she was sitting in their table. It looked like she had cooked for them. Food was neatly displayed on the table and it smelled delicious.
"You're back…" Hinata said, standing up, her eyes darting to his cut lip "… I'm sorry for this morning…"
"Don't apologize, it was my…"
"No! It wasn't…" she interrupted, her voice failing immediately.
She had the whole morning to think and she'd realised this wasn't Sasuke's fault. Every time he touches her, it feels so wonderful; it's like fire burning her insides but at the same time ice is sliding across her skin. Her blood runs hot and cold at the same time. All he has to do is touch her to make her burn and melt.
That is what frightens so much, these overwhelming feelings that flood her body. It builds up to a point where she can't even think straight, her consciousness fades and something else takes over, something wild and commanding, something that isn't her.
And that is when she lashes out at Sasuke. He makesherfeellikethis and the only way to get it away is to get him away.
She knows it hurts him, not just physically. A punch, a slap - for him those were nothing, he has suffered so many wounds, worse wounds. What really hurts is her rejecting him; it picks atold scars, seldom forgotten.
If only she could be stronger, if only she had the will to let go. But that wasn't her, letting go wasn't her way. Control and focus, that's what brought her so far. Where others failed and even died, she succeeded, not because she was a better fighter or smarter, no, just because she couldn't lose sight of what she needed to do.
But now, that is exactly what is being asked of her - let her instincts take control. Impossible! The only instinct she trusted was to protect her loved ones…you could cut the irony with a knife; she was hurting her most loved one.
"Here, I cooked some food. Are you hungry?" she asked, if only to break the ice.
"I…yes, I could eat."
Warily taking their seats, the newly wed couple had their meal in complete silence. Only intermittent glances across the table acknowledged each other's presence.
"That was delicious." Pushing his plate away Sasuke waited till Hinata finished her own. "You…you're a great cook. I believe I never told you that."
A smile broke unbidden "Liar…you've said that plenty of times". It felt nice, just … just to talk; it felt like ages since they had. Things were definitely simpler back then. Alas, not anymore.
"Come here."
She hadn't even noticed he had stood up, one hand outstretched. Warily standing up, Hinata took his hand, onlytofindhersbeing brusquely tugged. Without even having the time to react, she found herself wrapped in his embrace, with his warm strong arms around her.
"I'm sorry Hinata." Sadness seepedintohis voice. "I've been a real idiot these past few days."
Shefound her own arms snaking up his broad back. She laid her face againsthis chest, his scent, fire and thunder, already intoxicating.
"I don't think it's all your fault." Pulling herself back just a bit, so she could look at his eyes. There it was again, that twinkle in his eyes, it always made her think he was crying.
Slowly Sasuke captured her lips. But he could tell the feeling still startled her. Feeling her stiffen in his arms, he promptly pulled back, never letting her go. His eyes seized hers, kindly waiting, no words were said and still she knew, take your time they said.
This feels different. With widening eyes, Hinata realized she was the real idiot here. Seeing him reject that slut of a waitress, had reminded her just how good a man he was, how lucky she was to have him and how much she loved him. She could trust this man; he loved and cherished her more than anything or anyone else in his life and she wanted him to feel as loved as she felt. Hinata had made him a promise; to be his wife. But, so far, she had failed miserably. She was determined to do better.
Her arms encircled his neck, she pulled him closer and this time she was the one to capture his lips. This feels warm. She trusted him. She knew he would never hurt her deliberately and if their joining hurt, then she would bear any amount of pain – for him.
Sasuke's embrace became tighter, but never constricting. Leaning even further he deepened the kiss, his tongue entering her mouth somehow, dancing with her own. Hinata could feel her knees buckling, her heart beating against her ribcage, his heart beating just as frantically.
They broke the kiss at the same time, gasping for air, their breathing shallow, their eyelids heavy. She was truly thankful for his arms around her now; it felt like she could melt away anytime soon.
Sasuke grinned. Not smirked, grinned. He looked just like a rookie who had just hit his first bull's eye. She couldn't help but feel just the same way. Elation. Utter elation.
Once again Sasuke leaned forward. Hinata closed her eyes in anticipation; this time the kiss wasn't as long, but infinitely more intimate, slow and filled with promise.
It was Sasuke who broke the kiss first. To Hinata's dismay, he just rested his forehead against hers. Opening her eyes, she was taken aback by how much love she saw in his eyes, sheer emotion pouring in her direction.
With a slight nod and not a word spoken, his eyes asked a million questions. She understood them all and with a shy nod of her own she gave him the answer he had been longing for. He effortlessly scooped her up into his arms, holding her tenderly against his chest.
Sasuke carried his wife to their bedroom, much like the first time they set foot in this apartment, but this time it would be different; he liked to think he wasn't the same as before and neither was Hinata.
With a gentle kiss, he laid them both on the soft, big bed. Positioning himself on top of his beautiful wife, his kisses slid down her delicate jaw line, travelling down till he was sucking and nipping at the smooth skin of her neck, winning himself an indulgent moan from the lips of his, soon-to-be, lover.
Sasuke pulled back abruptly. Lovemaking was a two way street and Hinata was awfully quiet, only submitting to his advances. He would have none of that, not this time.
Rolling, he effectively put Hinata on top of him. "Your turn," he urged.
Gulping loudly, for several moments Hinata was only able to owlishly blink at him, until Sasuke nudged her gently with his hips.
She straddled him, feeling his hardening manhood beneath her own sex, which she would swear was pulsating hungrily. She tentatively rocked her hips forward, rubbing his obvious arousal against her growing need. The sensation was surprisingly marvellous, even if both were still fully clothed. Feverishly she thought how it would feel to do the same thing, only without any barriers between them.
"Go on…" Sasuke begged, his desire painfully written in his dark eyes. Lust and love had never been better intertwined
She could do this. She wanted to do this but her mind was running at the speed of light, everything threatening to crash in around her. She felt as if everything was going to go blank, she was fainting.
"Hinata…" his right hand resting lovingly at her cheek "I love you."
His touch and his love brought her back from the brink. She could feel herself growing calmer, a bit more confident. Bending forward, before her couragecould escape her again, she showered him in kisses; his cheeks, his forehead, his nose and finally his lips.
"I love you too," she whispered while tugging at his shirt, a clear sign that she wanted more.
Sasuke brought himself up to a sitting position, making it easier for Hinata to slide his shirt off, discarding it immediately, their lips only tearing apart to allow the shirt to pass between them.
She could feel every scar that marked his defined torso. Her slender fingers didn't shy away from even one of them. Those were his medals and regrets, they told his life story just as much, no better, than he ever could.
Hinata longed for more, and the thought of more, for the first time, didn't scare her. When one of Sasuke's hands rode up from the small of her back, she knew that there was too much clothing getting in the way. With desperate hands, she tore off her own shirt, throwing it aside, not caring where it would fall.
Only her lacy black bra and her jeans where in his way now and his shorts had to go too. She started to remove her bra, but Sasuke stopped her.
"Let me," he said, hands snaking around her back, reaching for the clasp. After fumbling a bit, her bra was finally removed and flung across the room.
Sasuke gulped loudly at the vision that was granted to him. Hinata smiled when she saw his eyes flashing red. She might be shy, but she was far from naïve and she was feeling restless and impatient under Sasuke's ogling. He was doing nothing, as if mesmerized, so she took matters into her own hands. Grabbing one of his bigger hands with both of hers, she guided him eagerly to her breast. She longed for his touch.She would be damned before she let a bit of shyness get in her way now.
Shaking his head, as if not believing thiswasreally, finally,happening,Sasuke responded. Kneading her breast gently, he brought his mouth to hers. Pinching her hardening nipple, he trailed his kisses lower, along her jaw line, down her neck, the top of her breast and finally engulfing her other nipple in his mouth, sucking and nipping at it lightly. Hinata arched her back, twisting her hands into his hair, pulling him to her, wanting more.
Sasuke was again on top of her, using the moment to shrug off his shorts, his clothing reduced to only boxers that constricted his hard cock that was begging for release. Only his desire to satisfy Hinata fully was holding him back, thatand her jeans…
As his mouth left her hard nipple, a disapproving sound left Hinata's lips. His hands travelled down her sides, his mouth following, pressing butterfly kisses along her flat belly, stopping only at her navel, which he licked thoroughly before moving further down. His hands were resting on Hinata's hips, then moving to unbuckle her belt, finally pulling the zipper down. Grabbing her jeans with both hands, he started pulling. Hinata joined in and together they wiggling out of those jeans to reveal lacy black panties.
Throwing the jeans away with an exaggerated motion Sasuke stared at his wife; every curve, no, everything. He would explore every part of her beautiful body, one night at a time and maybe some mornings and afternoons too.
"Hinata…" he moaned her name as his hands slowly, deliberately massaged their way up fromherkneesto her inner thighs, stopping a couple of inches from the scrapof lacecoveringeverythingheeverwanted. He watched as her breathing hitched, then was released in a soft mewl when he pressed his thumb on her clit. Smiling, he rubbed her up and down, soaking his thumb even through the clinging fabric of her panties.
"You're so wet Hinata…" he licked his thumb, the action sending a ripple of pleasure directly to his cock. He could barely contain himself. In one fluid motion he bent down, grabbed her legs behind her knees and spread them wide for easier access. Dipping his head, he paused for a moment, breathing in the intoxicating scent of her arousal.
His warm breath feathered her thighs and the moist curls that hid her secret place, making her shiver in anticipation. She'd never known it could be like this, that desire could overcome all her fears. She wanted him, wanted all of him as badly as she'd ever wanted anything, but why had he stopped?
"Don't stop," she whispered breathlessly.
He was more than happy to indulge her, or maybe himself. He pulled the thin fabric, ripping it easily, exposing her eager pussy. Licking his lips in anticipation, he murmured, "Your delicious cooking must have worn off, because I'm starving," before he pressed his lips to Hinata's silky folds, savouring his first taste of his beautiful wife.
She gasped with shock, grabbing fistfuls of sheets as his mouth pressed against her. "Sasuke…" she pleaded, not knowing what she was begging for as he gently kissed, licked and sucked between her legs. Hinata didn't know what to do with the new, shocking, feelings spiralling inside her, except moan his name and squirm with pleasure. When he slid one finger inside her, she yelped and arched off the bed in surprise, pulling the sheet up with her.
"Relax. Don't fight this," Sasuke said gently, raising his face and giving her a reassuring smile. "I want you to be ready for me."
Hinata nodded, fighting the same old panic she had felt earlier rising inside her again. She trusted him. She had to remember that. He seemed to know exactly what she was thinking, this wonderful husband of hers, for he eased his finger out, smiling down at her, murmuring "You're so wet. And it's all for me."
The cool air on her hot, moist pussy sent another new thrill pounding through her. She was wet for him and she wanted all of him. Now. "Please Sasuke," she pleaded, "I can't wait any longer."
His only answer was to lower his face again and suck harder as he slid two fingers inside her, exploring and stretching as he flicking his tongue against her swollen, tender clit. It was too much. It was wonderful. It was torture. She released the fisted sheets and grabbed handfuls of his raven hair, not knowing if she wanted to push him away or hold him there for ever. "Sasuke, Sasukeee."
He seemed to find some secret place, hidden deep inside her and she shot skywards, shattering into a thousand, spinning pieces as every part of her body succumbed to electrifying pleasure.
Sasuke grinned with triumph as he watched his wife shudder, coming down from the high of her first orgasm, an orgasm he had given to her. She rolled her head around to look at him, her hair in glorious disarray, her eyes glazed with sated desire as a relaxed, satisfied smile played on her lips.
"Did you like that?" he asked, knowing the answer, but wanting to hear it from his wife's own, sexy mouth.
"Very much," Hinara sighed contentedly, reaching down, unexpectedly running her fingers down the length of his rock-hard erection, still trapped in his boxers. He gasped and had to close his eyes as she found and cupped his balls. Looking at her so satisfied and wet and spread out before him, while she caressed his aching cock was too much, threatening to make him come before he'd even got inside her.
"Don't," he said, lifting her hand away from his boxers and letting it drop on the bed. She frowned and he saw all her insecurity return in a rush. He was an idiot.
Pushing up and kneeling over her, he planting his hands on either side of her shoulders and whispered, "I'm sorry," as she turned her head away from him.
"Please look at me, Hinata."
Reluctantly she turned her head back to stare up at him with big, hurt, lavender eyes.
"I want you to touch me, it's just that . . ." he paused, struggling for words to explain how desperately he wanted her, "I have been so frustratedand so hard with wanting you for ten days that your touching me is going to finish everything before it begins."
Her eyes were wide, her expression unreadable. Did she understand? How could she think he didn't want her? That he didn't want her to touch him? He'd never been this hard or this desperate in his life. Her eyes slid down his body, stopping at the huge bulge jutting out from his boxers, crowned by the wide, dark circle made by his pre-cum.
"I suppose it does look like you want me," she whispered, giving him a shaky smile.
He exhaled with relief and relaxed his elbows, leaning down to brush his lips against hers, letting her taste herself on him.
"So what are you waiting for?" she murmured against his mouth. He felt her hands on the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down. That was his bold girl, his wife, he reminded himself. He grinned and, being careful to keep his weight off her, helped her ease the straining cotton over his swollen cock, kicking his boxers off, as Hinata pulled him down on top her. Her legs were open in welcome for him and she was arching her hips up against his, inviting him in.
"Now, Sasuke, now," she whispered huskily.
He needed no further encouragement. Taking his cock in his hand he carefully guided it up and down her silky folds, blending their wetness together, pausing and hovering above her slick pussy, not wanting to hurt her, but knowing there was no other way.
"I'm sorry . . ." he started to say, but she silenced him by pulling his mouth down to hers with one hand on the back of his neck, while her other hand grabbed at his buttock, demanding he finish what they had started. She arched up into their kiss. He pushed his tongue into her mouth at the same time he pushed his cock inside her. She was so wet, so tight and he was so desperate to make her his. With something close to panic, Sasuke realised he wasn't going to be able to take this as slowly as he had intended. When he met the resistance of her maidenhead, it took all of his self control to pause.
"Now," Hinata demanded.
He swallowed the word even as she spoke it and obeyed her order, thrusting deep and hard, feeling her gasp into his mouth and stiffen against him as he finally took his wife's virginity. She was his. In every way. That glorious knowledge and relief sent his blood pounding as he eased slowly out, only to push deeper in on his next thrust. She moaned under him and he was relieved to hear it wasn't with pain, but rather a needy, desperate plea for more, for him to finish what they had started together.
Sasuke withdrew again, only to find both her hands on his back, strong fingers digging into his hips, holding him tight, urging him on. Hinata arched up against him, demanding more of him, driving him down, taking him deeper and he was only too eager to oblige. Then he pulled almost all the way out again, only forher to moan again withfrustration.
This time when he thrust, he didn't hold back, driving down until he was deep inside her, making her arch, gasp and moan under him. The sensation of her so tight and wet around him was like nothing he'd ever felt before and his orgasm began to flair, pulling at his back, his balls, sending waves of pleasure rushing towards him. He had just enough self control left to know that he had to hold back, had to bring her with him.
Sliding his hand between them, he touched her where their bodies joined as he pulled out and drove into her fast and deep, again and again, letting go, letting his orgasm come and slam through him. Hinataconvulsedunder him, squeezing his cock even tighter as wave after wave of staggering sensation washed over them both.
Slick with sweat, their hearts hammering and their panting breath coming in time, Sasuke lifted up and off his wife, easing one arm under her shoulders and pulling her towards him even as he rolled away.
It took a few moments for their breathing to finally settle, what they had just shared was the single most intense moment Hinata had ever experienced in her entire life.
And not in a bad way, she thought, a content smile gracing her lips.
Looking at her wonderful husband from beneath dreamy eyelids, Hinata thought of one more thing that would make this afternoon perfect.
"Tell me again Sasuke," she whispered
"Huh?" His eyes were closed, sleep almost claiming him, but he could have heard her through a crowd of thousands when she spoke his name like that.
"What you said. Wh-when I was on top of you. Say it again," her voice was breathy, hopeful, needy.
His wife could ask him to do anything when she asked him like that and he would. He'd go to the ends of the earth for her if she wanted him to. He wondered if she knew. It would make his life a hell of a lot easier if she didn't, he thought with a wry smile.
He rolled sideways, supporting his body on his elbow, raising himself above her. His free hand caressing her cheek, with such tenderness Hinata knew he reserved only for her.
"I love you."
Her heart skipped a beat before she pulled him down into a gentle, intense, kiss. She hoped she could convey all her love and devotion with it. She had promised to love and cherish Sasuke forever. This kiss was her promise and she intended to honour her promise. Just as he honoured all of his.
The end
AN: So what do you guys think? Better or worse? Let me know.
But, before I wrap this up, I have to say thanks to my friend Lady3jane. She's the reason I got this finished. She deserves credits and kudos for helping me with my English (over the past 2 years) and for kicking my arse to finish this. hehehe.
Thank you very much Lady. You're awesome!