Temari

I felt the overwhelming weakness creeping up my bones as his lips lightly grazed mine and he brushed my cheek with his fingertips. I forgot the subject of a discussion, I forgot my anger, forgot everything. I hated this tease and wanted to feel his mouth pressed against mine hard, his hands on my body, to hear his deep breathing echoing with mine, to feel his toned body under my palms.

- What it will take for you to surrender? – I heard his whisper in my ear that made me almost cringe in tension. Did he not know that I have already succumbed to this temptation?

He captured me in his eyes and I was already falling into dark desire before he even touched me.

- Don't take it easy on me. – And I leaped in his arms and leeched onto his lips, pressing myself hard against him and his body responded with equal ferocity.

Our clothes were falling around us like leaves of autumn and remnants of the past died in between our breaths. I felt enamored of the sight of his naked body and loose hair that soon were entangled between my fingers. His hands wandered on my skin, not getting enough of whatever it meant to him. His kisses made me beg and pray for more and we fell on the bed, forgetting any restraints forever.

My fingers wrapped around his member and he sighed into my mouth as I indulged in the unfamiliar feeling of that hard thing in my hand. My curiosity took over me and I pushed Shikamaru on his back, making my way down to explore what was he hiding in his pants. His mouth curved into the smile as he dropped his head on the pillow and allowed me to experiment with his body. A kiss there, a touch here, and through his clenched teeth he was already breathing heavily. My lips enveloped the head and gave it a try at how deep it would go. It wasn't too much simply because he was big, but it sounded as very much enough to make him gasp and groan in excitement and soon enough he stopped me and dragged me up besides him.

I still had my mask on. I didn't forget it, but in a way I felt safer, hidden. I could allow myself to do things I have never done before and the mask was my barrier from the reality.

However, the hand of my new reality loosened the string and the black lace fell down.

- Don't avert your eyes. – He said, kissing me hastily.

His fingers dug into my thighs and dragged me on top of him and I obeyed, straddling his hips and hovering above his alert member. His fingers undid my hair and let them loose only to pull my head back, his other hand descended down between my legs, and soon I found out he knew the ways to make me beg for more. Simultaneously his tongue slit into my mouth and his finger – into me. I felt a satisfying feeling of something inside me and suddenly it was hard to breathe, yet there was no way of pulling away as he held my head and his tongue invited mine for a dance of temptation. His fingers did magic and I discovered I could moan with my mouth full and cry of erotic torture without tears. I had lost myself utterly, completely, sublimely.

Still feeling a little numb from whatever he just did to my body, I hoisted myself up to finally get a taste of what felt like committing a crime. I pointed his penis towards me and started descending, surprising him of my abruptness.

- It's just pain… - I told him or told myself. A simple pain, I've had plenty of it in my life and will have more.

But it wasn't just pain. It pierced my body like a spear through my insides and I involuntarily jumped up, delaying the inevitable for another second. Then tried again, and it felt like sliding a kunai in your body, I swear. My mind came up with an image of a sharp metal weapon that cut me inside and possibly made me bleed and that moment I did not care about pleasure or the fact that we are having sex or anything, I just wanted to get through with the pain. It felt so bad it made me weak but I gathered myself up and let it all in, being ripped apart by disgraceful twinge.

After it subsided, I slowly opened my eyes and began to indulge myself in the feeling of being filled. My eyes met his and I could see he has been waiting patiently for some answers in my eyes. He sat up, embracing me and reached for my lips.

- Does it still hurt? – His thumbs were gently outlining my nipples.

- Barely.

He lazily lifted my hips up a little and pulled me down slowly. I had to wrap my arms around him to hold on as the sensation was too entangling to be able to stay steady. He repeated again and again, and he didn't let me moan as my mouth was filled with a kiss.

Carefully easing me on my back and kneeling between my legs, he grabbed my hips to hold on and lifted my pelvis up a little for a deeper path, and I cried out a load weep.

- Was that pain or.. – He stopped, a little confused.

- Nooo… - I giggled, surprised that we have time for conversation in a situation like this.

- Then… - His hand squeezed my breast, stroked my belly and grabbed my hipbone tightly. - …meet you in heaven.

And he eased into me deep, all the way, and then again, and again, breathing hard, consuming my body with his eyes and his hands, while my eyes were blinded with pure lust and our bodies moved in synchrony in search for something that made us feel alive. Strands of his hair stuck on his wet forehead and he absentmindedly stroked them away only to allow them to fall back with another thrust. I was smiling and drowning in desire, in dirty feeling of succumbing to my strongest urge, while he pushed and pulled, teasingly slow, making me moan with every slide. Soon I found it was getting difficult to allow the action to unfold by itself and my body started moving on its own, synchronizing to his movements for a stronger feel. My hands dug in the pillow and his fingers – into my skin, hastening the moves, pushing it harder, piercing me stronger and stronger when I felt some pressure finally starting to build up inside me. He was closer too, his breaths short and heavy, and his groans caused an influx of lust on me and I couldn't stand the tease no more. I felt the pillow rip under my palms and I was seconds away from screaming, my body arched to feel his moves even stronger, I reached breathtaking heights and the feeling of being painfully close suddenly turned into an explosion that started in my pelvis and spread fast to my whole body paralyzing all the muscles and my mind. His hands were clenching my hips so hard I was supposed to feel pain but all I felt was a sweetly numbing sensation from my head down to the tip of my toes. I held my breath for a second only to let it out with a loudest cry of pleasure, releasing emotions and feelings that piled up inside me during the evening, and his voice box joined mine in his own groan.

I felt dizzy. The skin on my face was tingling. My legs were trembling. Shikamaru grabbed my hands and softly pulled me up into his embrace, hugging me around my waist and resting his forehead against mine. We shared a lazy kiss and in each other's eyes, we watched the night explode as we held onto each other.

Sweetness is just a matter of taste.


P.S. I think I will make a short break of writing for a while, 10 days tops :) Hope you'll like this one. xx

-CdF