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On The Couch

Requested by a dear friend on Tumblr and also, based on another friend's fanart.

Naruto's POV

That feeling when you finally achieve something after trying so hard for so many years. How do I even begin to describe it? I don't know. I'm just happy. No. I don't think that's even the right way to put it. I'm beyond happy. I'm elated, grateful and overwhelmed by her presence. After our marriage, the apartment has been so full of life and joy that sometimes, I find myself wondering how I even survive all these years. Everything is so different now.

I sigh in contentment and lean back on the couch-arms spread-after a long and tiring day. My wife appears from the kitchen door, a bowl of chips on her hands. I move to my left and she sits beside me, placing the bowl on the table right in front of us.

She grabs the remote from my hands and I let her. I don't really mind. I'll gladly watch every movie as long as it's with her. As she busies herself looking for a late-night movie or TV show, I resort to gazing at her from this angle. To have her comforting warmth beside me on a cold Saturday night made my insides burst with so much happiness. I love her-have loved her ever since but at a time like this when I get toreally gaze at her, cheeks reflecting the light from the TV and brows furrowed in concentration, while thinking of all the good and bad times we shared together, I find myself falling deeply in love with her even more.

I surprise her with a quick kiss on the lips before leaning my head on her shoulder and immediately, I inhale the familiar sweet scent of strawberries.

"Idiot," she said but I could hear the smile in her voice.

"Have I told you how beautiful you are?"

She returns the remote on the table. "Every morning when I wake up and every night before I go to sleep…yes," Her eyes are still on the TV as her hand rests on my thigh, slowly moving them up and down. Her scent, her warmth, the sound of her soft breaths and the movements of her hand made it difficult for me to concentrate on whatever was on the TV. Does she even know what her touches do to me? At this rate, if she continues doing that, I don't think I could stop myself from having my way with her now.

I need to focus my attention to other things or else this movie night will most likely end in something else. Oh yes the chips! What a good diversion. I stare at it and notice it has a different color and shape from the one she usually buys. "Is that a new flavor?," I ask pointing at the bowl.

"Yes. You have to taste it. It's good,"

My pants tighten at her words. Why does she have to say it like that? It feels as if she's inviting me to taste her or is it just me?

"I'd rather taste you right now you know,"

She slaps my thigh playfully. "Pervert,"

She doesn't seem to think I am serious but I am. I have reach my limits and I don't think I could hold out much longer. I start sucking on her neck, making sure to leave some hickeys here and there.

"N…Naruto. Stop. I want to watch this."

"Don't worry. Let me do all the work today ok. Just relax and continue watching,"

"As if I could do that,"

I chuckle and pay no heed to her words as I put my hand into her shirt and into her bra, gently kneading her breasts. I pay extra attention to her nipples, making sure to rub circular patterns over them, while giving wet kisses all over her neck down to her collarbone. I relished in her moans of pleasure, glad that I am the cause of it all and that no one will probably s ee her in such a state of arousal but me.

I am thankful that she's wearing a skirt. This makes everything easier. I leave the couch to kneel in front of her. I fold the ends of her skirt upwards. With a bit of difficulty, I pull her panties down and she helps me by lifting her feet off the couch. I am quite amused that out of all the days in the week, she choose to wear a sexy, lacy one today. Is she anticipating this?

I spread her knees apart and stare at her folds, loving how wet she had become because of my touches.

"Damn Naruto, quit staring," I look up and see that her cheeks are already a deep shade of red.

"You're so cute Sakura-chan. If I have a camera, I would have taken a picture of you right now,"

"You…id.."

Whatever she is about to say was cut off when I start giving soft kisses on the outside of her thighs going to the inside, while caressing the sides. Her clit is pink and swollen. I gave it two tentative licks before sucking and running my tongue on it in random motions. I keep my eyes on her, observing her expression. Seeing her writhing made me quite proud of myself-not to mention it's quite a turn on. I want to know what she likes. I want to give her more pleasure.

I release her clit and lick her whole slit from top to bottom repeatedly.

"Aaahh…There..yes..faster," I put my hand in my pants, pumping myself in time to the movements of my tongue but suddenly I pull back.

"N…naruto..Why did you stop?"

"So eager..and wet. You love it." I couldn't resist teasing her. She's so cute when she's submissive.

"Stop teasing.." she holds my head, keeping me in place as she moves her hips forward, emphasizing her point. Her lips are parted, her legs are wide open and she is begging me to give it to her. Gosh! could she get even more beautiful than this?

"Don't worry Sakura-chan. I'll never leave you like that,"

I insert a finger and it slides in so fast because of the wetness. Her walls are warm and tight and I thrust repeatedly, adding a second one after. She thrashes wildly, her back slowly arching off the couch.

"Ooohh…yes ah! Don't stop.." Heh! Looks like I hit her pleasure spot.

"You've got to hang onto something babe," I am so turned-on I think my voice sounded husky.

I thrust my fingers faster, intent on making her release. She's getting wetter by the second and fluids just keep gushing out of her. I couldn't wait. Her moans turned louder until they became almost like a scream. She grips the end of the couch, her hips bucking violently, juices squirting out of her like a tiny fountain, making the floor wet.

I return to my former position beside her on the couch and watch as her breath comes out in pants. I gave her a long kiss on her forehead, waiting for her to come down from her high.

"That is so good,"

I kiss her, pouring my all my emotions into it, telling her how much I love and need her through the movements of my tongue and lips and she reciprocates with the same amount of enthusiasm.

"You're a pervert." I murmur, our foreheads touching.

"You've turned me into one,"

"Look who's talking. This wouldn't even happen if you didn't wear that skirt. You know how I get whenever I see that and those panties. You want it,"

"I don't," she pouts and I find it endearing but I stop when I feel her hands rubbing my erection through my pants.

"Ss…sakura..cchhhhhhaaannn,"