Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.


As soon as her fingers slipped into his, he had pulled her into his arms, pivoting her on her shaky feet so that her back was pressed snugly against his chest.

"Nice dress choice," he complimented in a mumble against her skin as he slid the both straps down her shoulders while leading her toward his bedroom down the hall.

"Mhmm?" Sakura was in no way able to coherently respond. His mouth had found the juncture between her neck and shoulder and they way he was latched onto her skin and sucking was sure to leave a mark.

"Though, I would like it off your body," he commented once he pushed open the door to his room.

Sakura swatted his hand away when he reached for her zipper. "You first."

Sasuke smirked. "Go ahead. I'm all yours," he teased, pulling her head back to press his mouth against hers.

"Mmm, I like the sound of that," she mumbled.

He felt her fingers work quickly with his shirt, pulling it off of his arms in haste and tossing it to the floor, all the while kissing him with a fervor equal to his. He groaned against her mouth when her hands began to explore his bare chest, running over his collarbones, down over his nipples, and tracing the sculpted edges of his abdomen. Her nails lightly ran over his newly discovered skin, sending small tremors throughout his body at the light, scratching feeling. If she had noticed the slight shake her touch had elicited, he didn't know.

Figuring it was his turn Sasuke reached behind her and yanked the zipper of her dress down, peeling the chiffon material off her skin to pool around her feet. Though the room was dimly lit, he had a clear enough view to see her breasts spring free, perked up as if begging for attention and the dark, lacy panties that hugged low on her hips. His hands moved of their own accord, rounding her back and smoothing over the curve of her bottom before they grasped the back of her thighs tightly.

Sakura instinctively wrapped her legs around his slim waist as he led the two of them toward the bed, dropping them both onto the cushioned mattress with a low thud.

Sasuke shifted to straddle her and leaned back on his calves, letting his gaze slide down from her flushed face, to the column of her throat, over her exposed breasts that seemed to respond to his stare, and down the flat expanse of her stomach.

His momentary pause had allowed Sakura to regain her breath. The feeling of cool air brush over her slightly sweaty skin made her shiver, and when she noticed him staring particularly at the swell of her chest, she quickly brought her arms up to cover herself. Sakura gasped when his hands shot out to push hers away.

"Don't," he urged in a hoarsely, leaning down to capture her lips.

"I can't…" she spoke against his mouth. "I'm not used to—"

"Get used to it." His words were whispered down her chin and the center of her throat. Sakura angled her head backward and closed her eyes, only heightening her awareness of his wandering mouth. "You look…" he spoke against her cleavage, "captivating."

His compliment made her eyes widen and a sudden gasp escaped her lips when he blew lightly on her one of her nipples. He kneaded her mounds with deft hands, further hardening her already distended peaks under the graze of his palms.

"Ah!" Sakura cried out when his mouth enclosed her already tender nipples. She felt his tongue swirl around it and tease its sensitive tip with small nudges. Her fingers disappeared into his unruly hair and she tugged relentlessly, feeling heat spread through her body. Her back bowed as the pressure in her chest rose. She let out a long moan and her legs widened as they grew lax; they had barely started and already she felt as if she would combust any second.

His other hand came up to palm her neglected breast with equal skill as his tongue and mouth. His thumb and forefinger teased her peak, twisting and turning the elongated bud until it was pebbled and hard.

Sakura didn't know she could feel so much just by having her breasts touched. Her mind was going haywire and a small part of her wondered how she would feel once they reached the climax of their sexual endeavor.

Propping herself up on her elbows, Sakura peeked down just in time to see his mouth withdraw from her worked breast and his tongue slip out to circle the sensitive bud. His eyes suddenly flashed up and bored into hers, as if challenging her to watch him; her face flamed through the eye contact made as he continued on unabashedly and without reservation.

She couldn't help the involuntary undulating of her lower half; every movement of his fingers and tongue sent a feeling of electricity through her that seemed to peak at her most intimate part.

A breathy sigh left her lips when the pleasurable torture ceased. Sasuke kissed his way back up her neck and to hear ear, his chuckle resounding against the hollow behind it.

"We haven't even started Sakura," he teased.

Sakura blushed and turned away when he tried to look at her.

"Hey." He turned her face so that their gazes would connect.

"You make it sound like a bad thing."

Sasuke smirked and placed a sweet kiss on her lips. "I was just pointing out how receptive you're being… again."

"You're driving me crazy," she mumbled honestly, avoiding the smoldering look in his eyes again.

"That's the point." His teeth grazed her jawline. "I like it. I want to hear you."

Sakura couldn't help but smile, and soon he was kissing her again while his hand roamed the contours of her upper body with leisure. She sighed into his mouth at the feeling of his fingers dancing over her skin, drawing random patterns on the flat area of her stomach. She didn't stop herself from reciprocating in the same manner: her nails raked over his shoulders and as far down his back as she could, matching the rhythm of the way his tongue licked deep into her mouth. Their actions were more had become slow and experimental.

Sakura suddenly pulled away and her legs stiffened when she felt his hand tease the edge of her panties. As much as she wanted to look away in timidity, she couldn't help but be sucked into his blazing onyx gaze when his hand traveled lower, stopping just at the edge of her underwear against the soft skin of her inner thigh.

Sasuke felt the woman beneath him quiver when he lightly brushed her clothed sex. The dampness of her arousal made his erection harden further: she was drenched and ready for him. The thought drove him wild.

Sakura held a breath when his hand withdrew. He kissed her once more before trailing his mouth over her chin, down her neck and the center of her stomach as if placating her and trying to remove any hesitancy she may have.

Her breathing hitched when she felt his breath fan over the flaming skin that met with the edge of her lacy underwear. He slowly slipped her panties off, and Sakura kept her legs closed as he pulled them down her calves, balancing back on his knees to direct the garment off her feet.

Their gazes connected immediately as he resumed his position in front of her bent legs. His hands smoothed down the sides of her thighs as if in reassurance, and he placed a small kiss on one of her knees. The hidden lust in her voice surfaced when she spoke before he could continue on any further.

"Your pants: off now."

Sasuke smirked at her commanding tone, yet did as he was told, quickly slipping the clothing down his legs as he leaned over her for support. Sakura suddenly reached forward and tugged at the edge of his boxers in a sort of impatience and he quickly did away with the last bit of clothing with a low chuckle.

The woman couldn't help but let her eyes wander only to notice the size of his blatant erection. His length was engorged and thick and she was surprised when she felt herself become even wetter and further aroused.

"I'm not the only one who stares," she heard him comment appreciatively.

Sakura blushed scarlet while she let him push her back down onto the comfort of the bed. Her shyness quickly washed away when she felt him pry her legs open slowly so that her knees met with the mattress. She felt cool air descend on her blazing skin; she was nervousness with sweet, sweet anticipation.

Fascinating. It was the only word that ran through his mind that he felt was sufficient enough to describe the scene before him. His eyes trailed down her body once more, thoroughly captivated by the softy ivory of her skin before stopping at the apex between her thighs. She was thoroughly soaked; and her small, sensitive bundle of nerves was protruding and erect, begging for his attention. A slight hiss left his lips as he reached out to trace the opening of her sex. Her legs trembled and began to close. He quickly reached out to angle her leg over his shoulder, lifting her lower half a few inches off the bed. All the time, he didn't stop the slow pace of his finger while his eyes drifted to her face that was twisted into an expression of uncertainty and pleasure.

The pad of his thumb brushed her small protuberance and her response was the immediate jerk of her hips and the small cry that left her mouth. Her watched her in pure amazement as her head moved back and forth while he continued his with slow circling. He noticed her hands bunch up the already creased bed sheet and the way her hips moved in harmony with his finger. The sight drove him wild.

His eyes never left her face as he eased one long finger inside of her. He growled lowly at the way her walls clamped tightly around his digit, noticing the way her eyes widened in surprise. She was mind-numbingly tight. He couldn't get his mind off of how she'd feel around his already throbbing erection.

"How long has it been since you last had sex?" he asked gruffly.

Sakura had her eyes trained onto the random patterns of the ceiling. Her breathing was ragged, and all she could concentrate on was the finger that moved in and out of her at an agonizingly slow pace. "I-I don't know," she managed to answer, "a … um… oh… I think … ah… a year m-maybe?"

Sasuke made a low, throaty growl, his jaw clenching as he watched his single finger disappear into her. Her skin felt so plush and soft; she looked so pink and pure; she was scorching hot. It was driving him crazy. He added a second finger and twisted the two digits, stretching her open even further. His head suddenly dipped and he slipped out his tongue to flick against her sensitive bundle of nerves.

Sakura cried out and her legs instinctively closed around his hand. She felt him quickly push her leg off his shoulder and press her pelvis into the mattress, his forearms clamping down on her inner thighs, obscenely spreading her open before his starving gaze.

"Ah! S-sasuke…" her body trembled when she realized just how exposed she was. She caught sight of how intensely he was staring at her with a carnal gaze in his black eyes that told her just how much he was driven over the edge. She whimpered when she saw his head dip down once more and she struggled to move her legs.

"Don't move," he rasped. She shivered when his breath fanned over her bare sex. His predatory gaze caused her to stay still, unmoving. Breathless mewls escaped her mouth when she felt him resume his original pace. She instinctively reached down to grab a fistful of his hair and her back arched when his tongue began to slowly circle her swollen nub.

She couldn't believe he was… licking at her.

Every tingle, every tremor made her legs convulse inward, but his strong grip prevented them from moving of their own accord.

The musky scent of her arousal filled his nostrils, and primal urge drove him to increase the pace of his fingers that were curled inside her; his cheeks hollowed as he began to suck at the erect protuberance he had been teasing moments ago. Her hips bucked into his face, but her movements were kept to a minimum as he held her down.

Her brow was furrowed and her body was slick with sweat as he slowly began to build up a tension that coiled in her stomach. She didn't know how long it had been since he had started thrusting into her with his fingers and sucking her softly, but she soon found that tension coil even tighter. "Please…" she heard herself say, "Sasuke…"

His mouth withdrew and he was kissing along her inner thigh, though he continued the pace of his fingers. "Hn?"

She felt his voice vibrate through her leg. "I want you… now," she whispered breathless, feeling her desire peak. His fingers pulled out and she watched him raise them to his mouth to taste her arousal. Her face heated as he assessed her with mild amusement.

"You taste sweet," he noted while he leaned over her, nudging her nose with his before claiming her mouth. She could taste herself on him when their tongues met and stroked alongside each other in passion. Their bodies automatically adjusted so that he lay snugly in between her legs. His erection was obvious and hot against her inner thigh. Their gazes met and suddenly, he looked at her in puzzlement… as if he was forgetting something…

"No need. I'm on the pill," she said lowly before he moved off of her.

Sasuke stared at her in confusion, but nodded a moment later. "I'm clean as well."

Sakura nodded and braced her hands against his shoulders, allowing her legs to fall open even further. She felt him begin to probe her entrance, and her breathing accelerated when their gazes met. He swooped down to capture her lips in an unhurried kiss, and in one complete motion he pushed himself inside her slick channel, one slow inch after another.

"Fuck," he cursed, shutting his eyes at how tight she was clamped around him. He pressed his face into the side of her head, his breath hot against her ear. "You're so fucking tight," he whispered.

Sakura let out a whimper when he began to pull out. She heard him groan when her walls seemed to suck him back in as he withdrew.

She would be the death of him.

He pushed himself back in once his erection sprung free from her hold. This time, though, he began thrusting in and out of her slowly. Their joined bodies rocked in a sensual rhythm. Sweat from his chest dripped down onto hers, and soon their bodies melded into one. Sakura clung to him, and her nails dug into the taut muscles of his back. She felt so full… so complete… it was pure ecstasy.

A familiar tension begin to coil slowly but surely in her lower abdomen. Her back arched and her breasts were pressed flat against his chest, her nipples rubbing on his slick skin as he slowly began to increase his pace.

His teeth grazed her ear and down her jaw when he settled into a comfortable pace. Sakura turned her face to clamp her mouth around his and he readily gave in, swirling his tongue around hers. Her loud moans and soft mewls were swallowed by him as he kissed her deeply. All Sasuke could think of was driving them both over the edge.

The sound of his skin slapping against hers resounded in the dimly lit room when his pace began to quicken. Sasuke placed his forearm next to her head to prop himself up. He smoothed the pink hair stuck to her sweaty skin off her face before grabbing her hair, keeping her head angled upward and still.

Sakura groaned at the rough grip with which he held her head. His erection was pounding in and out of her at a relentless pace. Their endeavor had become rough, rash, and passionate.

"Say my name," he commanded through his clenched teeth.

"Sasuke... oh God…"

"Again," he repeated, his eyes darkening in pleasure.

For some reason, Sakura found the way he commanded her, the way he controlled her was beyond arousing. "S-sa…su-kee…" she dragged out in a moan when she felt his hand cup her breast and his fingers tease one of her overly-sensitive nipples. She wrapped her legs around his hips, allowing him to sink in deeper. A strangled cry left her kiss-swollen mouth when she felt him hit a secret spot inside her of her. "Again," she prompted breathlessly.

Sasuke flexed his pelvis upward and his erection hit her sweet spot at the perfect angle making her moan at a pitch that was driving him insane. Sweat dripped down his temple. Every thrust made him sink deeper into her. He didn't know how much longer he could hold on…

"Faster," she pleaded when she felt her lower abdomen coil tightly. She was surprised that she was already feeling the hints of an orgasm. She heard him grunt before he quickened his pace even further.

Their mouths connected in fleeting kisses periodically but when they both felt themselves begin to reach their peak, their harsh pants mingled and their foreheads connected.

"Sasuke… oh!" Sakura's emerald gaze remained wide open and she stared into his dark gaze, giving away her moment of vulnerability when she felt the coil in her stomach snap.

Sasuke groaned lowly against her mouth, feeling her slick walls convulse around his erection as he slowed down his pace and pushed in and out. With an unintelligible hiss he emptied himself inside her with quick spurts and soon all that could be heard was the incessant panting of the two people so intimately tangled around the other. The raven-haired man collapsed on top of the woman and rolled off to the side a couple seconds later. The two of them stared at the ceiling as they regained their breath.

Sakura suddenly had the urge to press herself closer to the man next to her, but she stopped herself. She didn't know… if he would… so far their relationship had proved to be more physically driven. What if Sasuke was not the kind of person who—

Sasuke let out a sigh and turned toward the pinkette throwing a lazy arm around her waist. Sakura froze, momentarily taken aback; it seemed as though he had heard her unspoken thoughts. She relaxed a second later and snuggled close to him, stifling a small giggle when he nuzzled the side of her head.

Sasuke didn't know why he was behaving this way with her. He usually wasn't so touchy after sex… but there was just something about her—he couldn't quite put a finger on it.

He heard her sigh. "Are you tired?" he asked.

"A bit," she replied honestly; she blushed when she realized he was hinting at another round.

"Hn." He pressed a kiss to her lips. "I'm not through with you yet," he threatened darkly.

Sakura laughed when he leaned down to kiss her again. She hummed sweetly against his mouth, loving the pleasurable feeling that spread through her. If it was in satisfaction or bout of happiness, she didn't know, but suddenly she began to kiss him with more fervor. He seemed to have noticed because his hands were roaming her body, prodding her in certain, strategic areas.

She felt him begin to roll her onto her back, but sudden impulse led her to push him so that she was now on top. She straddled him as they continued to kiss, her hands roaming the contours and creases and of his chest and abdomen.

"You can't be serious…" Sakura raised a hand to her mouth and her eyes widened in surprise when she felt his length twitch and begin to harden slowly underneath her. "After all that? You still…"

"Well it isn't all my fault," he defended. "There's a naked woman on top of me."

Sakura felt a certain a sort of mischievousness spread through her when she realized in what position she was sitting astride him. She smiled at him slyly before raising her arms up as if stretching her muscles. Her back arched and her breasts were pushed upward invitingly under his darkening gaze. She smiled when she felt his hands grip her hips tightly; her skin tingled and she knew she was driving him crazy.

Bracing herself on his arms, Sakura began circling her hips in slow, deliberate movements, loving the way he hissed and groaned lowly. She had never particularly been in this current position, but she did not want to give away her inexperience; she wanted to seem smooth and in control just like he had.

"Fuck. Sakura…"

His profane rasp made her eyes darken in lust. To see such powerful and confident man loose a bit of his self control made her feel dominant, in a way. She raised herself, not the least bit ashamed by the way he stared down her body so intently as she lifted his hard erection, letting the tip circle her opening. In once swift movement she let him slide all the way inside her, her fixed posture weakening at the feeling of being so completely filled. She began grounding her hips against him while raising herself up and down his length. She felt so wanton underneath his gaze; a familiar wetness leaked from her sex. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

Sasuke suddenly sat upright so that they were nose to nose. She moaned into his mouth as he kissed her at the delicious friction between her sore breasts and his sweat covered chest. Her hands ran up his arms and gripped his shoulders tightly, her knuckles burning white. She felt his mouth run down her chin and leisurely explore he neck, pulling her skin between his teeth before passing his tongue over the area to soothe it. The pinkette threw her head back, giving him complete access and urged him soundlessly with the way her fingers moved encouragingly up the back of his neck and into his hair.

His hands smoothed up the arch of her back and rounded to her breasts. His fingers teased the supple flesh with movements that matched the way she slid up and down his erection. Sakura moaned and felt her walls involuntary squeeze him as she pulled herself back up.

She heard Sasuke groan and momentarily falter in the rhythm of his ministrations. She loved the deep, throaty sound he had made and proceeded to contract her muscles around him again. His gaze seared through hers knowingly as she continued. She stared back with equal intensity thoroughly turned on by the power she could exercise over him.

Her back arched at an impossible angle when she finally felt a tingling sensation spread through her. Sasuke seemed to feel it too because he was gripping the soft skin of her back tightly, squeezing it with a vigor that told her he was close and wanted release.

She purposely squeezed around him once more and the utterly erotic way his face contorted into a grimace drove her over the peak. She came with a hoarse cry and felt his teeth nip harshly at her neck while he spilled his seed into her for the second time that night.

Sasuke fell back, letting his body hit the mattress. Their gazes connected and though they did not speak their eyes communicated enough to reveal their mutual pleasure and satisfaction, while letting a sort of new interest and fascination surface.

Sakura lifted her sore body off of his and fell onto the bed beside him with a sigh. "That was amazing," she whispered.

Sasuke turned toward her and hummed his response, nuzzling her sweetly.

She laughed, laying a hand on the arm that had snaked around her belly. Her eyelids began to droop and almost immediately she felt herself succumb to sleep. Her last thought, however, was what Sasuke possibly thought of her and their... relationship. Granted, the physical aspect was beyond satisfying, she could not help but feel a different sort of attraction for the man develop within her.

If she only knew he had been thinking the same thing.


The flight had not been tedious. Rather, it had actually passed by quickly: something he wasn't used to. He had been collected by his business team and briefed on the meetings and events that would take place during the day. A sleek, black limousine waited in a reserved spot outside the airport to take him to his hotel that was less than five minutes away.

The early morning sun shone through the curtains as Ryou entered his neatly furnished his room. He set down his suitcase on top of one of the beds. However, he wasn't in the mood for blissful sunshine. Loosening his tie, he took a seat on the bed and then ran a hand through his hair. He had seriously hoped Reika would come along with him. After all, the main purpose of the trip was not only to finish pending business arrangements, but to also spend time with the woman who had sparked a new-found interest in him. At least she would have sufficed in distracting his mind.

However, all he could find himself thinking of was... Sakura. He wondered what she would be doing now: sleeping? Crying soundlessly over him like he had heard he do before?

Ryou shrugged off his suit jacket and unbuttoned his shirt, letting it fall to the sides. The sudden thought of his impending divorce soured his mood. He had contemplated different ways of forcing her to stay with him... but nothing seemed rational enough. Then again, his obsessiveness over her wasn't all that rational to begin with.

Inconsiderate about the fact that it was into the dead of the night in Japan, Ryou quickly dialed a number and waited through the repetitive ringing. He smiled triumphantly when the groggy hello of a man on the other end finally answered.

"Sei."

"Who is this?" the man was puzzled. How did he get his number…?

Ryou ignored his question. "I have a task for you."


Author's Note:

O.O

That was… long.

I have nothing to say.

But I would like to ask: did Sasuke seem OOC at all? I'd love to hear your opinions. Your feedback truly helps :)

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Thank you and good night.