Those words were the last I had expected to hear and my first reaction was a display of frustration to mask my confusion. "What the hell are you talking about, Shikamaru? 'It's about time'?"
The ponytailed Leaf ninja slowly sat up, apparently refusing to let me speed up the flow of our encounter and taking his time because he knew my curiosity allowed him to handle this at his own pace, which of course was slow.
I hated it when he did this.
He turned his lazy eyes toward me, but I caught a hint of something else: cunning mixed in with a little bit of triumph.
A tiny swell of suspicion started spreading through my stomach, but I wasn't sure exactly what it was he was revealing or what I discovering.
"You remember the first time we fought, during the exams?" He stretched his long, muscular arms and neck, and then slowly stood to his feet.
So, it was going to be one of those question-and-answer-type-ordeals, huh? I gritted my teeth to bear it, still overcome with my determination to have Shikamaru if it was the last thing I did, and now also intrigued.
"No," I responded sardonically. "Remind me."
Shikamaru was unfazed by my sarcasm.
"As I said before that fight, I would never lose to a woman," he smiled playfully at me, as if grabbing my hand and pulling me into a realm of discovery … only I felt more like a cat playing with a bit of string that was held by the masterfully evasive hand of its owner, who would continuously move the tantalizing toy an inch out of reach every time I got close.
"Have it your way, you damn boy," I thought with a mixture of serious disdain for his teasing and admiration at his artful application of this sort of intrigue. I also was pissed off at his over-the-top misogynistic comment.
"I can't believe you're bringing that up at a time like this! It has no bearing -" My blustering was cut short by his hand gently pressing against my lips. The audacity of it! I would've punched him in the face if the soft feel of his fingers laid across my face didn't make me weak in the knees due to how long I had been yearning for even the slightest of his thrilling touches.
"As I was saying ..." He continued with a sly glint in his dark brown eyes, "this was a very tricky case. It required an extremely sensitive and well-thought out strategy, especially because I was dealing with the most unnerving, brilliant and beautiful adversary I've ever had to face."
Strategy? What the hell was he talking about? I couldn't ask him these questions with his hand still draped across my frowning lips, which I figured was his purpose of putting it there in the first place.
"It started that night in the alleyway, when you said all that bullshit. It became clear in that moment what I was up against. I knew in order to have you, I'd first have to get that other side of you out of the way … I had to have you fighting for me instead of against me. And what's the best way to do that?"
I rolled my eyes at his obvious enjoyment in getting to employ rhetorical questions in the midst of my inability to answer.
"The things we value the highest become most obvious when they are being threatened. I knew that would be true for you. From there, it was easy. I had to just analyze all the moving pieces at my disposal and predict how they would maneuver or ought to proceed so I could make plans for the final blow."
He winked at me mischievously so I would know he meant it metaphorically, but I was beginning to feel a glaze of frustration drip over my awe. What could that possibly mean? That … he … knew? All along? Everything? That he had coordinated it?
Assuming he had gotten across the point that him talking would be more valuable and informative than me talking, he let his hand drop so he could cross his arms leisurely as he leaned against a nearby tree. Immediately I missed the warmth of his fingers on my flushed face.
"Obviously, you are incredibly troublesome and very hard to figure out, and it caused me a lot of sleepless nights at first, which was a bit of a drag, but I know you, Temari. … better than you know yourself. I know you want to be happy, but sometimes you are afraid to let yourself experience that emotion, because you think it makes you weak. I know you feel safer the less you're feeling. But I know that you're in love with me and, if you'll stop being a pain and let me, I can make this the easiest, best thing for you."
His words started the process of delivering that rare serenity that was synonymous with the Konoha chunin, but I could not help bursting forth with the one question that hung over my head to crush my spirit into hot ashes of anger. "You mean … you manipulated me, you dick?"
His eyes narrowed and he pursed his lips together tight. "Of course not, Temari. I didn't manipulate you. I simply predicted your reactions to various occurrences, and from there I could put together a fairly accurate timeline for when you would give in and let yourself be happy. You did the moving, I simply did the analysis. Obviously, there were a few things that happened that had to weld into my plan seamlessly, but it all came together close to what I predicted."
I brooded over these words as he continued, trying to make sense of it all and decide if I was more captivated or irate.
"I knew you were jealous of Azami's feelings for me … no, don't try to deny it. I liked it," he said with a playful smirk. "I didn't lead her on, but I figured there was no use telling you I wasn't interested in her. I knew your mind would do the rest as you were confronted with the fact that if we aren't together, we'll end up with other people. I don't want that and I had a strong suspicion you didn't either. Your reaction to Azami's … interest … confirmed that. The only intrusion I made was to talk to Kankuro. I knew you would get to a breaking point and need someone to talk to. … Kankuro was the obvious choice. I thought it would be more helpful to inform him of everything … no, not all of it … don't worry … I didn't tell him we fucked … that would be helpful for no one. … anyway, I talked to him before I knew you would, and I advised him what he could say to help me gauge your reaction. I needed an ally and I figured, otherwise, he might kick my ass if he just found out randomly. I also didn't like the thought of you dealing with all this alone. I wanted to help speed up the process a little. Timing is everything to a good strategist."
Suddenly, it all came back to me in short, vivid clips: the glint of surprise and approval when Kankuro saw my actions align to what Shikamaru had told him they would be; … "just some advice from an old friend"; his surprisingly harsh insults toward the Leaf genius. It gradually started to all make sense, every last one of Kankuro's carefully orchestrated reactions and accidental hints.
I also was experiencing the sensation of a great burden being lifted as all tidbits of pain were stripped from my recollections involving Azami. Slowly, they each took on a hue of insignificance as I realized he was right ... every single one of my worries had been constructed in my head using only her actions and my wild imagination as building blocks.
I knew my eyes were wide and my mouth agape as I carefully pieced it together. It all seemed so obvious, and yet … I let him continue.
"I wasn't expecting the offer for a position in the feudal lord's Twelve Guardian Ninja, so I had to adapt for that, of course, but it actually ended up perfect, especially since it presented one more example of our companionship being threatened. Also, that chain of events was incredibly simple to predict: I knew Asuma sensei would inform my teammates so they wouldn't be caught off guard if I accepted. Ino, being as emotional and sensitive as she is, wouldn't be able to keep the news to herself. I made sure the person in closest proximity to her in whom she'd feel comfortable confiding was Azami – who clearly can't keep her mouth shut if her life depends on it. From there, I knew it was only a matter of hours before she somehow or another blurted it out to you, especially given how much she likes to talk about me."
He was shamelessly enjoying himself and not even trying to hide that fact. I, on the other hand, had so many questions swirling around in my mind, a kaleidoscope of thoughts, interjections, comments, and confusion that now danced gaily before my eyes. There was time to dissect all of that – to figure out which, if any of his comments, had pejorative connotations, and which were thoroughly flattering - and present it to him piece by piece. Right now, one thing was undoubtedly most important. "If you accepted? You said 'if'. Is it an 'if,' Shikamaru? Or a 'when?'"
At the very least, I was aggravated enough with him in this particular moment to drill my eyes into his to force out a concrete answer that would help pull me out of limbo.
His lips twitched with a self-gratified smile and he was silent as he observed his fingers for no good reason, stretching my curiosity as far and thin as it would go, "Well … it would be a good opportunity …"
"Damn it, Shikamaru," I couldn't hold it in anymore. "You've tortured me enough, you jerk. Yes or no? Are you leaving?"
I knew my eyes were panicked as I waited breathlessly. I just needed this one answer and I would be able to move on and retaliate against the irresistible Leaf chunin, who was playing with my life as if it was a game of Shogi.
He waited for what seemed to be numerous minutes before answering, "I'm not." He shrugged as he said it but his eyes were hooked directly on to mine and full of such a medley of serenity, joy, and pleasure that it completely contradicted his fabricated nonchalance.
I breathed a sigh of relief and for some reason a whole batch of hot tears hit the back of my eyes, threatening to squeeze their way out. The wash of relief, as magnanimous as it was, was short lived. I had a thing or to say to the presumptuous Konoha genius and I sure as hell wasn't going to hold it in anymore. My words sputtered forward as if through a leak in a faucet that was being internally blasted with high-pressure water. They were the result of a buildup of emotions that had been in construction over the past four weeks. "What…is …wrong with you? How dare you think you can play with my life like this! You think this will work on me? I'm not some rogue ninja you're out to defeat, some enemy whose feelings don't matter. How did you possibly think you could pull off a stunt like this? You thought I'd just swoon over the fact that you've been playing with and manipulating … and constructing … my feelings? You're an idiot, Shikamaru… absolutely just an idiot."
Having said his piece and proved that he really was the superior strategist, Shikamaru waited patiently to let me finish, knowing better than to interrupt the rampaging kunoichi this time.
I knew it didn't matter what I said. I could sputter and protest all I wanted, but the ruse was over. Shikamaru had known me better than I knew myself, and he had won. I was completely, head-over-heels for him and he knew it. But I had to at least gain back some ground.
"I'm incredibly angry, Shikamaru. You're an absolute fool, a presumptive little prick. I don't know what to do with you. You had no right ... no right at all!" I crossed my arms over my chest and tossed my head to the side in aggravation. "Like I said before, you really are just a ridiculous kid, who doesn't know the last thing about how to win over a woman."
He cast his eyes down and I thought maybe I'd offended him, but when he looked up his face was as relaxed and nonchalant as it ever was when he wasn't letting himself get affected by anything serious.
"Well," he said with a sigh, "That's not entirely true. … obviously. I knew how to get the only woman I want. You can't tell me you would have wanted it any other way. You wouldn't fall for a lesser man."
I heaved a heavy, perturbed sigh. He could be entirely too confident when he wanted to be. Usually, it was sexy as hell, although right now, since it was aimed at me, I couldn't help feeling a bit competitive.
I opened my mouth to continue giving him a piece of my mind, but then, suddenly, he grabbed my wrist – not forcefully, but definitely firmly. He pulled me into the cluster of trees so that our forms succumbed to their shadows and the trunks hid our bodies. He pulled me in deeper still, then turned to face me and lay down his last move, or the "final blow."
I was completely flabbergasted and my temper was still high, although it quickly was descending. My eyes were wide pools of teal, as I waited, feeling shocked, hopeful and curious. He grasped my shoulders and placed me firmly so my back was against the hard bark of a wide tree trunk. I couldn't help but notice that he did it with such premeditated artfulness that I did not hit my head against the hard wood. "He's so incredibly thoughtful," I thought with a surge of those gooey feelings that made me feel not at all like a shinobi.
His face was close to mine, right where I had wanted it for weeks, and I could feel his intoxicating scent surrounding me, making me feel warm and comforted all at once. He looked me square in the eyes, his own arched eyebrows still drawn together, not in anger but in determination. His words came out low, almost like a growl, but they were filled with exultation as he said, "Temari, you are the biggest pain in the ass I've ever met. You know, I always thought I would fall in love an average-looking, ordinary girl who wouldn't cause me any trouble. A girl who wouldn't provoke me, a girl who wouldn't challenge me, a girl who I wouldn't be fucking terrified of and who couldn't take me down with just a smile. However, I can do nothing but conclude that you've completely destroyed that plan and proved that my dad is right, as usual. You are vicious and gorgeous and brilliant and fierce ... I'm pretty sure you have the capability to be sweet ... and most importantly, you're the only person who's ever done my brain in. You are anything but the nice ordinary girl I thought I wanted, but I would be utterly damned if I ever let you get away."
His words hit me like a ton of bricks just as his mouth claimed mine in a smothering kiss. His hands were still gripped on my shoulder, keeping me in place, his fingers sinking into my flesh with a sense of urgency. Affection for the stupid boy, the master strategist, swelled within me and found an outlet in the hot tears that stung my eyes once again. His words might not be considered all that "romantic" by traditional standards, but we were no traditional couple. They were exactly what I, with all my stubbornness and fear, needed to hear to surrender at last to his tenacious love. I let my body melt against his, which was aligned perfectly with mine. I kissed him back frantically, which didn't startle him at all, leading me to conclude, as always, that he had anticipated this response the minute he brought me to this place. It was a physical representation of the theoretical, precise "thump," as I, once and for all, came off the fence and committed finally to a side.
I pulled back long enough to humbly whisper the concession I knew I needed to, both for my sake and his."I love you, you damn genius."
He smirked at me, his eyes managing to look self-gratified although they were heavily clouded with arousal. "I know, you troublesome woman. I love you, too."
It was enough talking, we mutually, albeit wordlessly, decided; we dove in for each other once again, trying to make up for lost time in one fell swoop. His hands whipped the bands out of my hair so my silky, topaz tresses could be clenched in his fists. He used his warm tongue to graze against my lips, which parted willingly, granting him permission to explore my mouth with his appendage. Waves of pleasure rippled through my body as the shinobi worked his magic, focusing solely on my mouth and engaging it in its entirety.
I succumbed to his movements, letting him take the lead, while I simply enjoyed each and every vibrant sensation.
He pulled his lips from mine and started a trail of kisses from my cheek, along my jaw and to my ear. There he stopped, pausing a second and letting his warm breath encase my ear and send goose bumps down my arms, before murmuring huskily, "I also think you should know that, regardless of what your brother says, I think you're curves are damn sexy."
I immediately felt his hands cup my full ass in their eager grasp. He massaged the soft flesh with sturdy hands as he pressed his lips along the curve of my neck, using his tongue and teeth to light up my erogenous zones. I couldn't help but moan into the shadow possessor's pony-tailed hair, although I tried to stifle the noise as much as possible.
Our breathing already had become haggard and our bodies were beginning to move toward one very clear, demanding purpose: hips rolling back and forth, hands sneaking beneath various articles of clothing to satisfy a longing for the feel of bare skin, a thin sheen of sweat, due both to the Leaf Village's humidity as well as our escalating horniness, coating our bodies. It was proof that absence not only makes the heart grow fonder ... it also makes two lovers incredibly more libidinous.
A sliver of my mind was aware of just how foolish it was for us to make out like this in a somewhat public place. Although we had done a good job of concealing ourselves in the thick, damp woodlands, I gave passers-by enough credit to assume their curiosity would be piqued if they heard erotic groans being emitted from such a place.
But I could not bear to tear myself away from the slender, toned body of my lover. I also was not surprised to notice that the taboo nature of our encounter and where it was transpiring was giving me, the consummate risk-taker, a little bit of a thrill. As Shikamaru slipped his hands up under my skirt to get a better feel of my ass and hips, dangerously lifting it up enough so that my voluptuous thighs, much lighter than our surroundings, took on a luminescence as they caught the sunlight coming through the leaves in splinters, I weaved my fingers into his thick, dark hair. I pulled at it and clamped my teeth down ferociously on his ear, using the tip of my tongue to travel along its edge. I thrust my hips forward, eliciting a moan from the Leaf chunin as I made contact with his hard, clothed member. I was daring any and all nosy villagers to come and feast their eyes. Let our secrecy be damned!
It seemed Shikamaru was making the same dare: He had swapped one side of my butt to cup my hefty breast, causing me to gasp as he squeezed the large mound softly. His eyes were mischievous but unwavering and his lips dressed in a taunting grin as he unashamedly moved his hand inside of my dress so he could experience the real thing. My back arched involuntarily, my bare, peaked nipple making contact with his skilled fingers, which stroked and pinched the sensitive pink skin. I was sufficiently titillated by his movements, and my hips were now thrusting on their own accord; they knew what that slick, pink skin between them wanted and they knew where they wanted to get it from. Not willing to let my own arousal surpass Shikamaru's, I began slowly dragging my fingers along the inside of his right leg, pushing my fingers into the muscles and bringing them higher and higher. Despite his clothes, it helped to do the trick. I could hear his breathing become heavier and it was fraught with desire and tension.
Our frantic kisses were wiping away my confusion and my humiliation. I knew he would make fun of me more later for having freaked out and for struggling through weeks of internal battles as I had, but for now, I would have some fun with the young Leaf shinobi.
"So you think I'm vicious, eh, Shikamaru?" I whispered devilishly. "You haven't seen anything yet."
With that, my hand plunged beneath the articles of clothing that had become tight against his erection. I felt the firmness beneath my clamped fingers, noting with satisfaction that it was pulsing beneath my welcome hand and the head was wet with pre-cum. He reflexively pushed into my grasp.
"Shit, Temari," he choked out, hiding his face against my neck and hair to keep from making louder noises that would obviously denote his escalating arousal to those in a wider parameter. My body was now smothered by his, which was pushing against mine, driving to find some sort of release.
My other hand had found its way under his shirt and was raking down the clenched muscles in his back, hopefully leaving red scratches along his muscular shoulder blades. If he wanted vicious, I could give it to him. I was realizing life was a lot simpler, or at least my life in this moment, now that I had let the Leaf ninja "win." And it was certainly more fun, as I was the one who could play with Shikamaru now that I had been caught.
Again and again I worked over his impressive dick, rubbing the hardness up and down, while I used my mouth to bite and suck along his neck. The combination was causing his heart to beat faster and faster, and I realized he was approaching climax much quicker than I had thought he would. I couldn't let that happen yet. I released his cock and pulled out both my hands from under his clothes. His body was quivering against mine and he groaned in frustration. "What the hell, Temari?"
I chuckled wickedly. I was pleased that I could toy with him in this way, although, in all actuality, I just knew there was no way it was even slightly prudent for us to make love right there. I enjoyed risks, but I couldn't pass the boundary into outright foolishness.
I kissed his lips softly and whispered, "Not here, Shikamaru. You're going to have to wait."
His hooded eyes were dark with bitter annoyance and pent up arousal, his hands balled in fists at his sides, but his voice sounded lackadaisical as he simply said, "You are a cruel, cruel woman."
"The most cruel kunoichi ever, isn't that right?" I mocked him with a wink and a cheeky grin. "Meet me over at my apartment. You'll have to use the window, though. I'm nervous my brothers might see."
"Whatever," he rolled his eyes. He knew I was making him jump through hoops for me, but I was pleased to realize he was either too horny or too in love with me to care. I figured it was a little of both and it was sufficient for the moment.
My lips found his in one last passionate kiss, before I hurried out of the trees, down the slumping hill and toward my apartment.
I pushed through sheet after sheet of the velvety mid-morning warmth. I was in a hurry to get home and meet up with my secret lover so we could complete the journey for which our bodies had started trekking down the path.
The muscles in my leg felt weirdly tingly and jumpy, and they were moving automatically as if they possessed an energy and mind of their own. That could have been because my mind already had given itself over to creating all sorts of dirty scenarios in the hopes one of them would come to life within the next few minutes.
The door of the apartment building gave way to my forceful push, seeming to understand that I was in no mood to wait. My steps echoed down the quiet hallway as my sandaled feet quickened their pace.
"Temari."
I jumped. "Why do people keep doing that?" I wondered with frustration as I spun around to confront the person addressing me.
Gaara examined me critically, his turquoise eyes flickering with confusion. "Were you out training?" I couldn't tell if there was a tinge of accusation in his voice, but I figured I was making it up out of the knowledge that I had just come from doing something that he could and would pass judgment on.
"Yeah," I lied casually, knowing that training was the only respectable explanation for my rumpled clothes and tussled hair, which was taking advantage of being freed from its bands and twisting every which way in an unruly manner. I hoped my cheeks weren't broadcasting the heat of the shame I felt with red patches on my skin.
Gaara scanned me for another few seconds. Thank God it wasn't Kankuro. Although he was less observant than Gaara, he would be much more apt to pry once his curiosity had been aroused.
"Well, I'm glad you're back. I needed to speak with you about something," he said passively, spinning around and walking back to his room without giving me the option of declining.
I knew I couldn't respond with any sort of dissonance as it was. If Gaara had something to say, there was a good chance it was extremely important – and any other time I would have been thrilled to feel the forward motion induced by something new transpiring.
But not even a little bit of my preferred the idea of trailing my little brother and spending time talking business to rushing to my room and finding my sexy Leaf lover ready to share with me sensational, toe-curling, mind-blowing, orgasm-inducing sex.
However, duty called. And although I had given up on certain standards of propriety in secret, I still was bound very much to the slave driver of conventionalism, like a dog raised from birth by the same owner which does not know how to be disobedient and run the other way when he hears his master's call.
I felt my heart sinking lower and lower, dipping into outright frustration, which was not tempered by the visceral urges that just had been triggered by the taste of Shikamaru's mouth, the heat of his body pressed to mine, and the satisfying feel of his large dick more than filling my hand. However, I calculated that the sooner I hurried after Gaara and heard what he had to say, the sooner I could pick up where I had left off. Until then, I would tightly bind my emotions to keep them preserved in their present state until they could be manifested in the sanctity of my bedroom.
Having cleared my mind of foggy horniness as I settled myself on Gaara's bed, I began to take note of an extra degree of softness in Gaara's controlled manner that could only mean he was worried. My muscles began to knot up with tension as I waited for him to speak.
"Kankuro said Azami was disrespectful to you…?"
I was touched by his sweetness, but also relieved, for I knew I could hurry this conversation up. "Yeah, a little, but I took care of it," I hurried to say. "You don't have to worry. I will make sure it doesn't happen again. I think I sufficiently took care of it."
I would have thought she would be the last person I wanted to think of, but oddly, memories of this morning were granting me an extreme bout of satisfaction. "I have won."
"He also said you weren't feeling well."
I was confused for a split second, but then nodded wearily, although I wanted to smile. It was Kankuro's last move, his final involvement in this masterful plan. "Yeah, not so much. I thought I might rest for the day, if you didn't need me. ... Especially as we plan to go back to Suna tomorrow."
"Of course," Gaara said, almost tenderly. I knew he really did care about me, and it almost made me second guess my lies … almost. I would tell him, all in good time. But for now, I wanted the ease and bliss of one full day with Shikamaru without interruptions or questions before we had to part ways for an unknown amount of time.
Having finished our conversation quickly, I hurried to my room. Inside, Shikamaru was stretched out on my bed already, his head resting on his arms, his eyes reflecting a mind lost in thought.
I wanted to jump his bones, but I felt wary of interrupting his introspective journey by shoving my tongue down his throat, so I gently positioned by body so it mirrored his and our sides sort of merged together.
I waited.
"Temari," he started slowly, his face turned away from mine, "this means you're mine, right? No more running away?"
His sweet words turned me into a helpless puddle, and I felt bad for having made him wait while I tried figuring things out, although I knew now that he hadn't been in all that much agony ... What with his ingenious strategy and all. "Of course, Shikamaru. No more running. I'll be the pain in your neck for the rest of your life."
He let out a laugh, and then suddenly his body was on top of mine, one hand holding my wrists together over my head and the other navigating the folds of my dress and invading my pussy with artful fingers, his eyes confident and challenging. "What was that, Temari?"
I was back in the throes of arousal as seamlessly as if we hadn't been inhibited and stopped before, and I moaned out as best I could, "No more running … I promise."
"No, the other thing. Who do you belong to?"
I knew what he wanted. His fingers played with my clit and massaged the outskirts of my most private and intimate physical cavern, threatening to delve in further. I groaned and bucked my hips, trying to create more friction between his fingers and my pulsing womanhood. "You just always have to be controlling me, huh?" I grunted, my voice laced with the same sexual tension currently compressing every atom in my body.
"Come on, Temari… you know that you get to be the dominant one all the time in the outside world. But yes, I will control the bedroom."
His kissed me roughly, lightly biting down on my lower lip and then thrusting his tongue into my open mouth. He began to move his hips in rhythm to his fondling fingers, creating more thrilling pleasure against my nether regions. Our tongues played with each other for a few seconds as we enjoyed the intense intimacy. Finally, he pulled back and allowed me to swallow a few deep breaths of air while he left a trail of red marks along my neck.
I gasped audibly. I wanted him inside me so bad. "Alright, Shikamaru … Oh, shit! … yes… yes… I'm yours. All yours."
"That's right you are," he growled slyly, punctuating his triumph by slipping two fingers inside of me to massage my tight muscles, which clamped down on him immediately, trying to take his fingers in deeper.
"Oh fuck, Shikamaru. You feel so good," I involuntarily admitted. "I've missed you so much… so, so much."
His eyes darkened further with arousal. "I've missed you, too. Your fault, though. And I plan on making you pay for that."
"Augh... oh, damn, Shikamaru," I moaned as he hit my g-spot. He was definitely giving me heightened pleasure but not quite exactly what I wanted – his big dick filling me and fulfilling me – and I was feeling that lack pretty acutely.
With my hands stuck together and stretched above my thrown-back head, I couldn't mess with him the way he was with me. I knew that was inevitable. If he wanted me to pay, I was going to have to … dearly. Much to my dismay, he then withdrew his hand from my wet, pulsing pussy.
He undid my traditional Sand headband, pulling it away from my sweaty forehead, and then slowly and deliberately, used it to bind my hands together. I struggled slightly, but he had been one step ahead of me, and my wrists were tied before I could push them apart.
"Oh, you dick," I muttered, as he undid my red belt and opened my dress, giving himself full access to my full, round breasts.
He simply smiled and began to kiss all of over the warm skin he had just exposed, starting at my collar bone and working his way down, so he could flick my erect nipple with his tongue and then suck on as much of my tit as he could fit in his mouth. His hands roved all over the sides of my thighs and down my back, stopping when they came to the top of my panties.
Every stroke of his hands against my trembling flesh made every minute of waiting over the past weeks worth it. And the fact that the best sensations were yet to come sent shivers down my spine.
With my hands immobilized, I watched helplessly as he pulled back, and gently removed my black leather gloves, then my black sandals, my mesh tights, and finally, the think cloth encircling the tops of my thighs and keeping his goal just out of reach. Each removal of an item was followed with his lips pressing against the formerly encased skin. With eyes wide and hungry, but determined, he slid the panties off of my long legs and dropped them onto the floor.
With firm hands, he gripped my hips, keeping his eyes locked on mine as he moved his face toward the soft, engorged skin between my tan legs.
"You have no idea, Temari, how long I've wanted to take you in my mouth and taste your sweet pussy. It's been a long time. Longer than I'd care to admit. And to think this is the first time of many …"
Roughly, he shoved my legs apart, and began to lick the lips of vagina. My stomach plunged. Chilling pangs shot through my body. My vision slowly started to fade to a hazy gray as the young Leaf chunin began to push his tongue harder and further inside me. My body trembled every time his wet tongue passed over my clit. He used his lips and teeth masterfully, building up pleasure from places I didn't know produced such a sensation.
"Oh, shit," I pushed my hips forward to meet his mouth as he devoured my pussy. When at last his tongue slipped inside of me, I couldn't stop from rolling my hips forward in sync with his gentle thrusts inside of me. It might not have been his dick, but it felt incredible. I let my head rest on the pillow, as I lay watching Shikamaru's ponytail sway with the rhythm of his head moving up and down between my legs.
"You taste so good." His words were muffled as he uttered them against my womanhood, and the warm breath that accompanied them made me shiver. I knew my entire body was trembling.
"Oh, Shikamaru… Shi…ka…maru," I tried to keep my voice at a whisper, but the feelings the sexy, dark-haired ninja was causing me to experience were making that a difficult task.
I didn't know what he was doing. All I knew is that it felt damn incredible. And that a few more flicks of his tongue would push me over the edge. Grabbing the edge of my mattress as best I could with my hands tied together, I braced myself for the orgasm that soon followed. Unable to keep my voice down, the pulsing throughout my body, the explosive, mind-boggling euphoria, was accompanied with shouted expletives and repetition of his name. And then, wide sweeps of exhaustion. When at last I could open my eyes, I saw Shikamaru's deep, thoughtful eyes perusing me, his head cocked to the side, his tongue licking the last of my juices from his relaxed lips.
"Your turn," I muttered, although I hadn't quite regained the strength to move toward making that happen.
He scoffed playfully. "Of course it is."
Quickly, he peeled off his vest, and the shirts beneath it. My eyes widened appreciatively as they feasted on his sculpted chest and chiseled stomach. I reached out my hands to feel the taut muscles beneath my fingertips.
"See, Temari?" He drawled, a glint of mischief in those hooded eyes. "Isn't it better when you can touch, and not just look?"
My face flushed bright red as I automatically knew to what he was referring. "So, you knew about that, too?"
"Of course, I did. I can sense your chakra from a mile away."
"Of course, he can. Why did I not think of that?" The answer was blatantly obvious. I hadn't been thinking straight in that moment. I had wanted to see Shikamaru's naked body so badly that all analytical skills had slipped with ease through the grasps of my faculties.
His hand gently caressed my scarlet cheek, bringing me back to the present and helping to relieve my humiliation. I continued to gaze at him as he finished his task, removing his own sandals and black pants so that he stood before me in his boxers alone.
"Take your hair down," I ordered curtly. His eyebrows raised at the positive opinion my command divulged and then complied.
I was horny all over again and wanted to quicken this process. "Come on, loser. Hurry and take those off. I've seen it before. You have nothing left to impress me with."
He cocked an eyebrow, ready to take that challenge. Despite my teasing words, my breath caught in my throat when he nonchalantly lowered his underwear and kicked it aside. Oh, but it was divine. I had forgotten. Well, not so much forgotten. The memory had just been obscured, fading over time. I remembered with great clarity the emotions he had made me feel before, but the details had become foggy. Not any more. There was his delectable cock in all of its glory. Upon realizing my mouth was hanging open, I quickly snapped it shut, but not before it had been noticed by the cunning Leaf chunin.
"Still not impressed, Temari?" He queried, climbing back on top of me, his length settling between my thighs and sending fresh wetness gushing out.
I shook my head "no," biting my lips to contain my groans.
"I'm not done yet."
Without further warning, he was ramming his cock deep within my pussy. My mouth shot open and my back arched reflexively. Luckily, Shikamaru was controlling his reactions about as well as I was. His eyes shut tight and his fingers dug painfully into my shoulder blades as he began to thrust himself in and out.
As if to emphasize our almost perfect compatibility, our bodies seemed to melt into one entity, each of our corresponding body parts moving together in absolute unison. His hips moved against mine, which themselves squished the white sheets beneath them. Shikamaru burrowed his head into the juncture of my neck and shoulder, his groans meeting my ear with force and severity. Willing to show me no mercy, the Leaf ninja began to fuck me harder and harder, pushing himself as deep within me as he could possibly go. Slick and open from my first orgasm, it took no time at all for delirium to began mounting once again. I tightened the walls of my pussy around him, and was rewarded with a loud, "Oh, shit, Temari," from my tantalizing lover.
It had felt exceptional the first time we did it, but our current and fierce lovemaking trumped even that, as if the experience had matured. This time I made love with full confidence. It was not the rash byproduct of me ignoring all consequences, but rather, I was looking those consequences in the face and making a clear, conscious choice to execute my actions in this way and taking full responsibility for that choice and whatever it produced.
Which also meant releasing the shackles from my vocal cords and allowing myself to express my affirmation of Shikamaru's hard cock stuffed within in me as loudly as I pleased.
Over and over, harder and harder, faster and faster. I let myself go. And go I did, swirling upward, faster, my mind caught up in a cyclone of dizzying speed.
"Temari … oh, fuck, Temari," Shikamaru also had given himself over entirely to the magnitude of our sexual intimacy.
Together we barreled toward ecstasy. Simultaneously, we were consumed by it. With poignant satisfaction, I felt his warm cum being ejaculated deep within me, just as my mind crashed, blown to pieces with insane bliss. As one unit, we rode out our pleasure, committing ourselves to savoring each and every thrill , every pulse, every audible gasp, and nuance of pleasure.
There was so much I wanted to say, to iterate with words the unimaginable weight and size of the delight I had just experienced as well as the magnificent love it represented. But no words seemed adequate. I had no good way of expressing all that this meant. However, Shikamaru had one last thing, one final pronunciation to give an identity to our collective, orgasm-induced delirium.
Bringing his lips close to my ear, I heard him whisper triumphantly, "Checkmate."