Disclaimer: All characters from

Naruto the t.v./ manga series

belong to Kishimoto Masashi.

Ch. 7

"So, how long have you known you loved me?"

Sasuke groaned. "Sakura, for the love of god, you've been asking me questions since you woke, completely undressed us, and then for the millionth time fuc-."

"Please," she said before taking a small lick across his nipple.

"You have asked me this same question three times," he said a bit uneasily, squirming at the unexpected action.

"And yet you haven't answered me," she said drawing his nipple full into her mouth then.

"Mmm," he moaned with his eyes closed. "…Fine…I'll tell you…but you can't stop."

She couldn't control the shiver his deep, seductive timbre set upon her spine. And for once, she didn't try to. "Deal," she said.

He took a deep breath and began. "I realized I loved you…when you left me for the second time. I realized…a lot of things when you left." He looked down at her. "Who said you could stop?"

"Ah, sorry."

She pushed him onto his back, straddled him, then leaned down and drew the other nipple into her mouth. He leaned his head back and hissed, grabbing her bare ass just to have something to hold onto, and her ass was as good as any.

"I never got the chance to tell you how sorry I was for that night; that is, taking your virginity and running with it. Y-you," he started stuttering as her tongue began to motor boat across the pink, extended flesh upon his chest, "were great that night, Sakura. So beautiful, so talented in…my area of e-expertise."

Sakura's eyes rolled up his chest, his neck, his lips and his nose to meet his hooded coal colored orbs. "Really," she breathed in a tone so sexy it made him close his eyes for a second.

"Really."

"It didn't seem like I was that great," she said in the same tone of voice.

"Because I didn't talk to you afterward, right?"

She didn't answer. She merely crawled up his body and proceeded to massage his neck with her tantalizing lips…her teasing teeth…her dangerous tongue, and even as he further confessed to her, it was because of her actions that his hands just couldn't help but to do what they did. "I was scared, Sakura," he said as his right hand slid off her ass, rounded her hip and slipped below her belly. She moaned against his jugular when his fingers made contact with her clit. "Afraid because you were the first to ever slap me in the face," he slid a finger inside of her and her lips left his neck with a loud pop as her head flew back with a gasp, "the first to make me realize that no matter how good at sex I am, I am never immune to good pussy."

"Mmm…so n-not romantic," she managed riding the fingers he continued to shove inside her.

He smirked. "You want honesty or romantics?"

She bit her lip and whimpered.

"That's what I thought. Anyway, I hired a private detective to find you when I found out you'd-"

She stilled so suddenly even Sasuke's fingers stopped moving within her. Her eyes left the ceiling and met his in a shocked, slow motion, and with a voice barely louder than a whisper she breathed, "…You hired a private detective?"

He blushed, he actually blushed. Had she not been so freaked she might have found it to be cute. Nevertheless, the fact that he was blushing only served to make him mad, and he frowned a second before he slammed his fingers smack into her g-spot. Her eyes flew right back to the ceiling as she screamed for him. His hand was going faster, his fingers hitting that special place quicker and even harder now with his anger.

"I was just trying to find you to apologize," he defended in a surly tone, almost probing her unawares now.

"Wh-whatever ya' say…st-stalker." She half laughed, half screamed as he set out to punish her with pleasure for that remark.

"That is not funny."

She reached below her and grabbed his wrist to stop him. She wanted to be able to concentrate on one action at a time, and at the moment, laughing had scheduled his appointment way before screaming in ecstasy had. She laughed an outright guffaw as she said, "Oh, I get it," in a voice just this side of intelligible, "When you're not busy raping women, you're busy stalking them!" She burst into a whole other round of giggles right above him. She was laughing so hard tears were coming down her face and falling onto his. "Wait, wait, wait. I've got it wrong, right? Don't you stalk your victims and then rape them, Sasuke?! It's like killing to birds with one stone, right?!"

He scowled at Sakura before he snatched his hand away from her, crossed his arms over his chest and turned his head to the wall. For some reason that only made her laugh harder. Sasuke ignored her and merely focused all his power on burning holes through the wall with his eyes.

"Ah, c'mon, baby," she said leaning down to kiss hiss temple sweetly, chuckling in spurts now. "I was only kidding."

Sasuke said nothing, simply continued to pout.

She leaned down to nuzzle his neck, nipping and licking along the bared flesh. "C'mon, Sasuke. Say something," she pleaded without ceasing.

In a tone so clipped and unwilling he sounded like a grown man throwing an eight year old temper tantrum, he spoke. "I don't stalk women," is what he said, "…women stalk me."

Sakura burst out laughing yet again, right in the crook of his neck. "Ok, ok," she said. "Never mind the fact that you didn't even mention the raping portion of the whole ordeal. But where, oh, where, Sasuke," she said still giggling, looking down into his eyes now, "do you find all of this, this confidence in yourself?"

He gave her a very deliberate sidelong glance, before he made her drip with one just as intentional Sasuke's-pussy-wettin' smirk. The smile left her face just like that. There it was. That was the look she'd been looking for in all her blind date and fuck buddy partners. The one that they just couldn't muster. You knew Sasuke was one bad mutha- shut yo' mouth when he could undress a woman who was already naked! And using no more than his gaze!

He switched their positions so fast, her countenance didn't get the chance to make a new expression. "I thought I made it clear three months ago," he said entering her without bothering to take his mischief signaling eyes away from her now blissfully shocked ones. "I don't have to rape a woman to be inside her. Much too much work and rightfully illegal, Sakura."

She couldn't do anything but try to keep her eyes from crossing as her breaths continued to hitch without her permission. She swore, every time he entered her felt like the first time; it felt new and exciting, dangerous and good. The fact that he was so sexy didn't take away from that evaluation either. The way that he could sometimes keep a straight face and talk evenly during their love making (unless she put in extra effort) while she on the other hand had to strive her absolute hardest not to look like a total monkey only made her hotter for him. It proved that he could indeed back up the claims of his sexual prowess that he oh, so loved to boast about, that he possessed a sense of masculinity that other men just couldn't handle, that her man was all that and a bag of chips with a 24 oz. soda and a couple of burgers on the side-ah, and some of okasan's hot, sweet red bean paste filled dumplings to boot. Shit, but how she loved him.

"Just like how I really don't have to stalk women, they stalk me as I said," he exclaimed thrusting his hips forward just the way she liked it. "You might want to get prepared for that if you're going to be Mrs. Uchiha."

"What are you talking about," Sakura gasped. "W-We haven't been dating for a full t-twenty-four hours yet. Who's ready f-f-for marriage?"

He stopped moving within her and she had no choice but to open her eyes, ready to tell him off something fierce. Only to find him staring down at her with an expression so blank, so cold it caught, froze, and shattered her breath. "No one else can have you, Sakura," he said in a tone just as emotionless as his face.

The first thought that ran across her mind upon hearing this was, "I hate possessive men." The second, "I knew this was a bad idea." The third, "O.K. Time to go."

That's the train her thoughts had rightfully boarded until tears started streaming down his still impassive face. Not a single muscle had moved, not a single thing gave his feelings away besides the water streaming down his face. Had she not seen them, she'd never have guessed they were even there.

"I don't want anyone else to have you but me," his voice didn't even quiver, it stayed at that low, bewitching whisper she'd only ever heard him loose. Sasuke pulled out of her before he moved his hips and drove back inside in a way that had her seeing angels. He did it over and over again as he spoke to her, his own breath hitching because of it. "I…I don't want anyone else doing this to you but me. N-No one…no one can touch you here but me, ever again."

"H-Huh? How did y-you-"

"I've been having sex for eight years, and coincidentally I took your virginity. I know a 'devirginzed' woman when I take one, Sakura."

Sakura moaned as he began to circle his hips into his thrusts, it felt so good, the way he filled her entire hole. He was just so big, so outrageously big and skilled she swore she could feel him dipping and weaving inside her stomach. "Sasuke," she breathed.

"S-See," he stuttered as her walls clamped brutally around his shaft. "You have to promise me you'll never say anyone else's name but mine like that. You have to promise me. Swear that you wo…won't hit me and run again. You can't leave, me."

Sakura knew he meant what he said, but it was doubt worthy that she knew how very deeply he meant it.

Sasuke couldn't bare even the thought of her leaving him, because of the most obvious reason such as the fact that he truly did love her, but it was also because he couldn't even think about making love to another woman other than her now. Not after she'd truly shown him how passionate a lover she was, truly let down all her walls and allowed him to see a side of her he instinctively knew she'd never shown any other than him, no matter how many men she'd slept with during his SSR. Not after watching her come alive, breathe his name without shame, and tell him that she loved him on the heavy exhale of a seizing cum as if it were only natural. No, he couldn't even think about her leaving him for another and vice versa. She had to promise. She would make it good for no one but him.

He suddenly pulled out of her, took a deep, steadying breath and laid down beside her. "Here. Lie on top of me."

She could only turn her face to him, her body in too much shock from the sudden halt in pleasure to move right away. She stared at him incredulously, breathing ragged breaths as she strived to calm her heart. "W-What?"

"Get on top of me. Your back to my chest," he said painting.

She was about ten seconds from blowing her top and Sasuke knew it. So he said, "Just trust me virgin, and I promise-"

She blushed a red so violent he thought her head was going to turn into that Air Head balloon and fly up to the ceiling. "I'm not a virgin," she yelled and with that burst of anger she placed her body upon his, Sasuke held his aching cock out of the way. She wrapped her legs around the outside of his spread thighs, laid her head on his left shoulder, her shoulder length hair painting the pillow beneath them pink, and waited impatiently for instructions.

None were given to her though as Sasuke took matters into his own hand, literally. Sasuke's arm was wedged between their legs, and in his hand he held Jr. Slowly, he guided his cock back to where he longed for it to be.

She didn't know what it was, but it was something about this particular angle, this very different position that made her feel like what Sasuke said was true, made her feel like she really was a virgin. They fell into a rhythm that aimed to take her breath away. She slid down when he pulled up, she pulled up when he slid down, in and out, in then out, his cock hitting a place she'd never known she had, made her feel sensations she could never have fathomed. It was all she could do not to ruin the flow of things. She had to keep her eyes closed to refrain from doing just that.

And to think, it only got worse, or better rather, when she suddenly felt the security of his left arm wrapped around her waist, his wrist stretched up so his mysteriously wet fingers could reach her nipples. Better, when his right hand managed its way from between their legs, upon the flat of her stomach, and further down…just between her legs. He circled her clitoris with a vigor so quick, so strong she had to hope he didn't hurt her with the feel and the pleasure of it all, though of course, he never did. Better still when he ran his long, wet tongue along the outer shell of her ear, taking the time to whisper harshly in it, "Promise me, Sakura. Promise you'll stay mine, always."

Tears of pleasure or tears of emotion, did it really mater? Either way she had tears escaping her tightly shut lids now, and not for the first time of late. "Sauske," she moaned. He was speeding up, getting faster, messier, closer to what she needed. He spread his legs wider, causing hers to do the same. She arched her back as a scream ripped itself from her throat then. He was…deeper. God, it felt so good. "Don't stop, don't stop!" He didn't.

His finger moved within her lower lips faster and faster, his dick did the same, his whispers followed suit and she couldn't remember what it was she wasn't supposed to do…until she did it. Sakura opened her eyes. And lo and behold, right above her splayed the mirror the span of the orgy sized bed she was being fucked upon.

It was all just too much. To take in the sight of her breasts jumpin', nipples winkin', Sasuke thrustin', clitoris gleamin'…and on top of it all…his dark and dangerous eyes staring directly into hers…there was nothing she could do but cum. She arched and she screamed a wordless scream as her orgasm overtook her with brutal strength.

Watching her in the mirror Sasuke sped up his thrusts so that he could acquire his own. And when he did, he buried his face into Sakura's hair and with bared teeth, growled low and long as he released his seed in long, hot spurts.

"You…you promise," Sasuke asked panting after a moment.

"I'll promise when…when you promise," she panted back holding up her pinky.

He scoffed but replied, "Then, I promise," interlacing his pinky with hers.

"Good," she said as they pulled their fingers apart. "'Cause so do I."

--Alright, a couple of things. 1) JANATELLE THIS ONE WAS FOR YOU, GIRL! I AIN'T FORGOT ABOUT YOU YET AND I SURE DON'T PLAN TO! YOU'LL HEAR FROM ME SOON CHICA, I PROMISE! … 2) I don't care for any negativity no matter the form. So I don't want anybody reviewing my shit talking about how I had too much hardcore fucking going on in here. The series is called the Yum Sum Series, this story in particular was called Make…It…Good!The story's title more than any other I've written told you what the hell to expect. Honestly what the fuck else could you have possibly thought would happen in this story? Really, if you can't handle Big Dawg words like: pussy, dick, sopping wet hole and all that other…hot shit, then go back to puppy day care and stay reading those K-T rated stories you're safe with. (No offense to any authors who write/ have written K-T rated stories.) I mean of course there's going to be sex, I even warned you! … Now don't get me wrong, I've never actually gotten a review complaining about there being too much smut, but for some reason, I've just got the feeling that someone's going to try me with this one, and I thought I'd just put it out there that I won't take it lightly...unless you're a monitor or something. Not a threat just a sentiment. (sigh.) Yes, for those who'd understand, this is Rae speaking. Heh. I'm a bit cranky. Can't you tell? (sigh) Well, w/e. Flamers and critics will write what they want. I'm moving on. 3) I'm working really hard to finish this story, Make It Good lovers. Truly I am. So know that I'll update soon, ok? BTW, the same goes for any H.T.I.L.Y. fans out there, too. If any of you're reading any of these hentai stories of mine, you know that I'm serious. XD.

Well, that's about it. Please don't forget to review. Until next time…--

:I heard flamers are the type who eat out Satan's ass:

Book 3: Chapter 7-End