8. She woke to the sound of crickets ….

She woke to the sound of crickets and to the twilight. She felt rested, peaceful but confused because of the crickets. Then it dawned on her: they must have slept a day and night! Unbelievable. Then she felt an arm snake around her waist and pulling her into a hard warm body. The butterflies came back instantly, her belly ignited and her legs started to become wobbly. The inside of her thighs shook involuntarily.

He pulled her hair to the side and kissed her neck. His breath caused her skin to shiver and form goosebumps all the way to her calfs. She slowly turned towards him, so that she could look at him. She stared at him, mesmerized. Their bodies inches apart by her movement, her hands rested tentatively on his chest, his fingers trailed her hip, then caressed her back. His hair was in complete disarray, but he looked rested and he had color on his cheeks. His expression was serious, his red eyes searching her face for something. Maybe aproval?

She closed her eyes for a moment and concentrated on the feeling of his calloused hands caressing her back and she felt herself drown in the warmth that radiated from him. She gingerly let her hands slide from his chest and inching towards his side and back, slowly caressing him. Underneath her fingers, rock hard muscles moved under warm and soft skin. He closed his eyes for a second, then stared at her again. He closed the gap between them with one swift motion. His hard member pressed against her leg, making her blush. He smiled at her reaction, and pressed himself against her more firm and sighed in the crook of her neck, softly biting down, his breath tickling her earlobe.

She let out a moan involuntarily. It made his breath hitch and he grinded against her. He stared at her, red eyes suddenly glazed over with want. He moved a bit away to look at her, his fingers traced the skin of her leg, marred with scars and souple muscles underneath. He was mesmerized by her. He cupped her cheek, staring into her eyes, trying to lay everything he felt but could not speak out loud, into his eyes and actions. She was so beautiful. He traced her cheeks, chin, eyebrows, caressed her hair, memorising every detail. He kissed her again, moaning into her mouth, mimicking her sounds.

She had too much clothes on. He sat up suddenly and pulled her shirt up slowly. When she was exposed, he just sat there and admired her breasts. She felt his eyes burning a hot trail on her skin. Then she gasped when his hand reached and softly touched and stroked her niple. She sighed and moaned at his touch. His calloused fingers, from a lifetime of shinobi training, made her niple react, getting hard. And it set other things on fire, lower in her body.

Her reaction to his touches made him feel intensely aroused. He peeled off her pants and underwear with sure movements. Then he noticed her faint blush. She was shy. While he wanted to expose all of her, she kept her legs together and avoided his gaze. Could she be insecure?

Her insecurity however was soon washed away by the realization that he was in fact shirtless. She forgot to breath, his scarred muscular chest, his penetrating gaze, his angular features and wild hair. A small trail of white hairs descended from his abs towards his pants toward other bodyparts. Bodyparts that she wanted to see desperately. She felt herself becoming wet instantly and felt her reluctant timidness wash away. She wanted this man. She wanted to reach out and touch all that hard muscle and see what was underneath his last garments. She lifted her hand.

He caught her wrist before she could reach him. He took the lead by putting his hands on both her knees. Her breath hitched in anticipation of what is was up to. Her blush intensified. He slowly, ever so slowly forced her legs to open. She felt intensely aroused by the act, she felt wanted and sexy and other things that she never felt before.

He never broke eye contact, wanting to see the arousal in her eyes while he spread her legs until she lay totally exposed for him, legs held wide by his hands. When he was satisfied about her obvious arousal he turned his gaze downwards and looked at her sex. He felt the blood immediately rush towards his member and his breath became ragged. She was so gorgeous, her sex leaking wetness and her smell hit him like a sweet poison. He licked his lips and let her legs go to tugg off his pants, exposing his erect member, twitching at the sight before him.

And he went down on her.

He licked the moisture out of her folds and she could not suppress a loud moan. Kami, this was heaven! He licked her and sucked her clit, making her skin crawl with goosebumps. She panted and grabbed his hair, forcing him to take her deeper. He penetrated her with his fingers, intensifying the sensations. She felt first one finger, then another. His fingers burned in her and she clasped her inner walls around him in ecstasy.

She felt a familiar heat building deep inside her. She clawed his hair and shoulders, moaning loudly. And just like that, he quickly brought her to an orgasm. It took her by complete surprise and a white noise deactivated all her senses for what seemed like an eternity.

When she felt sane again she saw him grinning at her, licking his lips. Then he leaned over her again, in between her legs, grinding into her sensitive parts, making her squirm: "Did you like that?"

She could hardly answer him, panting still and trying to catch her breath.

"Sakura, I am not very patient at this moment."

"Tobi…..I want you! Now!"

He didn't hesitate. He held down one of her legs, opening her up, guiding his member toward her entrance. She felt incredibly sexy when she realised he still had full view of her wet sex, swollen from her orgasm.

Then, with one quick thrust he entered her. He held still, face slack, eyes shut and mouth grim. He was concentrating hard on the sensations that threatened to make him cum then and there. When he recovered enough he started to move slowly. She was incredible tight from her orgasm, but her wetness made his movement soon supple and delicious.

And then he fucked her until she chanted his name, over and over again. Each time he heard his name role off her lips it made him harder still. This woman was driving him crazy!

He thrust into her and decided then and there that there would be no other. She was his and he was hers. He sat up more straight, changing the angle of his thrusts, forcing her legs to the side so he could see himself entering her. She was not shy anymore, she looked at him, eyes half lid in her moment of ecstasy and he saw and felt her orgasm again, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

She was beautiful and the most sexy woman he ever laid eyes on. And then, when her walls clamped his member almost painfully, he came undone, spilling himself into her with a loud moan.

He held her, panting. Feeling the wetness between their bodies. He kissed her, whispering her name in her ears. She whispered his. And he held her in return. "Little kunoichi. You are mine."

He never experienced anything like this before. He had women before, but although the physical act was satisfying, it was always devoid of emotion.

She could have his child he thought in a fleeting moment. The thought didn't bother him at all, he felt some deep satisfaction about that. If she would end up pregnant, they just would have to marry sooner. He snickered. Uchiha Izuna, Uchiha Sasuke, eat your hearts out…