A/N: Brace yourselves, fam. This chapter's gonna be a doozy. Thank you for all the support!

Warning: This chapter contains explicit sexual content.

We don't own Naruto/Boruto.


Another three months of filming passed before things finally began to come to a close. The official trailer was released and the fan's hype reached new heights. Sarada's following had grown, even more, something that Boruto bragged about happily and her fans along with Hōki's were raving over the previews.

With time, more 'dates' with Hōki had happened and even more, he'd continued to be sweet on her and call her little pet names, trying his hardest to get her to want a real relationship with him. That wasn't going to happen. Sarada almost felt guilty for not taking an interest in Hōki. He was handsome, successful and an all-around good guy. But he wasn't Boruto.

Interviews were the most difficult part for her. Because of her relationship status and her costar's involvement in it, each interview always turned to personal questions for them. Of course, Sarada made it through each and every one smoothly, putting her acting skills to good use. But it still frustrated her. She was tired of lying about it, she wanted to have a real relationship instead of faking one.

She wanted a relationship with her manager.

Hōki was always his most affectionate on camera, touching and kissing her as much as he possibly could and she had to look as if she enjoyed it all, but honestly, even though she was used to it, Sarada dreaded those moments. Afterward, she was always eager to have Boruto erase the memory of Hōki's hands and mouth off of her. All she wanted to know was him, and Boruto was always happy to oblige.

The only thing that saddened her as their days of filming came to an end, was the fact that she would be parting ways with all the other crew members she's grown to care so much about. There was always a slim chance that they would act together in the future—at least some of them, but with all of them having such busy schedules, Sarada knew that they wouldn't be able to see each other as often as she would have liked.

Ochako was someone Sarada adored now. They'd gotten so close and were always inseparable on set. Saying goodbye when you were used to seeing someone almost every day wasn't easy, but it was a part of life. Sarada accepted it and promised her new friends to keep in touch with them and see each other often.

The night of the premiere, Sarada dressed in a long, red satin evening gown and Chocho spent an hour doing her hair and makeup. Her black hair was styled in a loose updo, curled tendrils framing her face and eye makeup so dramatic she had barely recognized herself when she looked in the mirror.

It was a new, sexier look, Chocho claimed. Something to fit her coming out with such a provocative role. Sarada didn't like that analysis, it wasn't how she looked at the movie at all—even if there were some hot scenes. Sarada has watched clips, but nothing more and she was admittingly a bit anxious about seeing the full film. Hōki was nothing but excited though and as they arrived at the theater together, Sarada felt a sudden wave of anxiousness that she couldn't shake.

The actress desperately wanted to seek out her manager in the crowd, knowing he couldn't have been far, but her eyes couldn't stray. Dozens of cameras were flashing constantly as she and Hōki stood next to each other on the red carpet, Sarada smiling proudly for the cameras while Hōki kept a possessive arm around her waist. He was dressed in a sharp black suit, even his vest, and shirt black as well. His normally messy hair was tamed and combed back, giving him a more sophisticated than youthful look. The fans behind the ropes were screaming at the top of their lungs, many of them shouting out requests and 'I love you's.

Ignoring them wasn't so hard considering Sarada couldn't stop thinking about getting past this and finally watching the movie—and putting Hōki behind her. However, it left her completely unsuspecting when Hōki leaned down and stole a kiss from her. It was a simple kiss, but still slow. He lingered a little too long for her liking and made her face heat up from catching her off guard like that. Still, she smiled at him, highly aware of where they were—only giving him a playing tap on his chest to chide him for listening to the fans.

The theater was filled with the cast and crew, Sarada taking her reserved seat between Hōki and Ochako. Katsuki was seated on the other side of Ochako, and Tsunade took up the seat next to Hōki. Sarada hadn't seen Boruto, but she knew he was there, no doubt somewhere in the back of the theater. Hōki and Kakashi had picked her up from her place and she hadn't seen her own manager since the early morning hours when he woke up and left her until tonight. Sarada wanted Boruto to take her home, but she worried she would have to deal with Hōki taking her instead—and then waiting for Boruto to come to her once the coast was clear.

Sadly, that wasn't meant to be.

The movie itself was everything Sarada imagined and more. Seeing the script be brought to life by such talented actors really took her on a roller coaster of feelings and she was amazed by how much passion and chemistry she and Hōki showed on camera. Every second was a thrill, though seeing herself acting out erotic scenes made her blush. When she was filming those scenes, there wasn't any thinking or concerns, but watching it back—it looked so real. Even Sarada believed she and Hōki were really having sex at times.

As sexy as the movie was, it was even softer and feel worthy, making her tear up at times and laugh out loud at others. She was very pleased with the outcome of it and towards the end when things got all warm and tender, she didn't hesitate to squeeze Hōki's hand. He may have wished that they could be more than they were, but that didn't take away from how gifted he was as an actor and how well he portrayed his emotions on screen. He had completed his role perfectly and she had done the same.

"It was beautiful and I'm so grateful for the experience," Sarada spoke to an interviewer once the film had ended and she and Hōki were bombarded with the paparazzi outside. She felt a little more at ease, clinging to his arm. "I made so many wonderful friends, including Hōki."

Hōki looked down at her with a cheeky smile that he'd used so often in filming. "You were the best part of it all for me, Princess."

Sarada's heart stuttered and she felt her face pale at the use of the nickname offscreen. She had to remind herself that he was acting and the nickname was significant to their roles, so she couldn't say anything. There was a camera in her face and a microphone. There was no time for slip-ups.

"Yeah, I feel the same way." She smiled, trying to contain herself as he kissed her forehead.

"And how will the two of you celebrate now?" The lady interviewing them asked eagerly.

"We just need the two of us. I think a quiet night alone is just what we need." Hōki said with a smirk and a wink.

"Right, let's get you two to the limo." Kakashi appeared out of nowhere, effectively putting an end to the interview while guiding them along with security towards the limo.

Now Sarada allowed her eyes to glance around, even if she shouldn't have. This wasn't a plan and she had no idea where Boruto was. The actress didn't have the chance to spot him before she was helped into the limo by Hōki who followed her in, settling next to her before Kakashi got in. Boruto wasn't inside either.

Once the door was closed, Sarada breathed in and exhaled loudly, unzipping her small purse to pull out her phone. She had to text Boruto now! He was probably as upset as she was… maybe even more. As she pulled up her texts, she was surprised to find that he'd already texted her. A lot.

"I'll show up a little late, princess."

"Found you. You look beautiful."

"Nice job answering the interview."

"Kakashi will take you to Hōki's. I'll be there waiting for you."

"Are you hungry? I can have dinner set up at your place for us."

"I'm already at Hōki's."

Sarada smiled as she read over his texts and started typing a response and update when Hōki leaned closer as if to get a look at who she was talking to. His arm wrapped around her shoulders too, pulling her to him and making her want to snap. It wouldn't do for her to get so defensive though. She would just have to grin and bear it.

"I really want to celebrate with you, baby. I'd love to be able to spoil you for once. You would enjoy it."

His confidence didn't turn her on. If he was Boruto, maybe. But he wasn't, so he needed to stop. "Boruto will be waiting for me at your place. I'm really tired so I'll be going straight home."

"After all of that, you're going to just go home?" Hōki whined. "We could stay together though. Can you imagine the reach we'd get some posting morning after photos? You and I still in bed together. Pretty hot, right?"

Sarada held her breath and shook her head. She didn't want those things with him and he needed to understand that. "As I said, I'll be going home."

Hōki wasn't pleased with her turning him down so coldly, but Sarada wouldn't be swayed. She gave up on trying to text Boruto back, with Hōki staying so close to her, but she was counting the seconds until she was out of the limo and in Boruto's arms.

The ride was safe, though too long for her liking. Hōki lived in a grand manor far away from anyone else which made it easy to see that they hadn't been followed. Boruto's car was parked in front of the home, on the driveway that curved just in front of the large home. Sarada felt such relief at the sight of it—even if she hadn't seen him yet.

Kakashi was the first to leave the limo, Hōki following and then waiting by the door with his hand stretched out towards her. Sarada accepted the help, her dress was tight enough to limit her motions, but Hōki didn't just help her, he pulled her flush against him, wrapping her up in both of his arms while moving his lips to her ear.

Sarada knew he was doing it on purpose, just to be spiteful to Boruto. Those two hated each other. "Hōki."

"Sarada, you're as beautiful as ever tonight." He murmured, hugging her snugly. "I want to see more of you… let's make a date soon."

Sarada didn't know what to say, but she returned his embrace, not wanting to be rude. "I've enjoyed working with you, Hōki. I'd like us to be friends—but I'm not interested in more than that."

"I won't give up on you." He said, smiling at her determination and placing a warm kiss to her temple. Sarada expected him to release her then, but he continued to hold on to her.

"Sarada!" Boruto was near jogging towards them, still in his red carpet attire. He tore his gaze away from her and then stared pointedly at Hōki. "Thank you for giving her a ride, but she'll be going home with me."

"Boruto!" Sarada beamed, ready to fling herself at him and never look back, but Hōki was still holding strong.

"With you?" Hōki scoffed, giving Boruto a look of disgust. "She's tired. Wants to go home."

"And that's exactly where I'm taking her," Boruto responded pointedly. "Let go. You're hurting her." And that wasn't a request.

The slightest release was enough for Sarada to free herself from Hōki and hurry over to Boruto. Oh, it was so hard to hold herself back, but instead of sealing his lips in a kiss, she settled for throwing her arms around his neck. He smelled so good, so familiar, like home. He was so warm and inviting and strong. Sarada giggled excitedly as his arms moved around her waist.

Boruto hugged her back and ignored Hōki, leading Sarada over to his car. He nodded at Kakashi and opened the passenger door for her, holding her hand and letting Sarada settle before closing the door. One last wave to the two and Boruto hopped inside his car and closed the door. Once he was inside, Boruto looked at her and smiled. "Ready to go home, princess?"

Sarada grabbed hold of his tie and yanked him over to her, kissing him hard and hungrily. She'd been missing him all day, picturing him the whole time she'd watched the film and imagining the two of them together like that. It was one thing that she wanted more than anything and she was still chasing after her dream. They were still in Hōki's driveway, but Sarada didn't care. Her tongue slipped past her lips and his to find and tease his own. She wanted him naked right here and now.

Boruto eagerly kissed her back, cupping her face and pulling her closer to him. When they parted, he sighed, voice raspy. "I've been wanting to do that all day."

"Me too! I missed you all day!" Sarada needed him closer, she wasn't sure if she could handle the whole ride home. "I wanted to see you so badly and ugh…" her greedy eyes couldn't decide what part of him she liked best at the moment. "You look so good."

"Thanks!" Boruto beamed. "You look beautiful." He started the car, seemingly just as eager to get home as Sarada was. Once he was on the main road, he took her hand in his and kissed it. "I was looking at you all night. So perfect."

Sarada loved being complimented by him, but she was feeling jealous. "I wanted you all night… it's not fair that you could watch me the whole time… did you even watch the movie?"

"I did, I did and you were amazing." Boruto breathed. "I'd love to watch it with you again."

"Yeah, me too… at home because… because it made me a little hot." But was it because of watching the movie, or because she kept picturing Boruto doing everything to her that Hōki had done?

He smirked at her and kissed her knuckles. "Hot, huh? Tell me why."

Sarada felt hot all over and put on the spot, but she wasn't in the mood to deny anything or brush it off. "All those sexy scenes…" she trailed off, hoping he could put two and two together.

"With Hōki?" Although Boruto didn't take his eyes off the road, she could tell they were blown wide.

"Those scenes… but," she reached over to slide her hand under his jacket and vest, feeling the cool, silky shirt beneath. "I thought of you the whole time."

His breath hitched, hand coming to cover hers over his chest. "R-really?"

"Really." She breathed, hand rubbing all over his chest. "Every time, I kept picturing you doing all these things to me…"

"You want me to do those things to you?" He was in disbelief, cheeks turning pink. "E-even…"

"Yes," Sarada answered easily. She wanted it all, but only from him. "If it's you, I want it."

Boruto breathed in a shaky breath and snuck a look at her, a warm smile on his face. "If it's you, I want it, too. Let's hurry home. I can't wait to hold you."

"Yeah, please hurry," Sarada whispered, distractedly sliding her hand back out of his vest and jacket to move down to his legs.

"S-Sarada…" Both his hands were on the wheel now.

"What about you?" She asked as she ran her hand across his hardening member. "You didn't get hot watching it?"

He groaned. "Princess, please. I-I'm driving."

"Please?" Sarada hummed, rubbing him a little more firmly. "You can't tell me?"

"I-I-I did… I was watching you the whole time." Boruto gripped on the wheel a little tighter.

"Did you get hard like this?" Sarada breathed, squeezing his cock and feeling a little dazed from the intensity of her desire.

Boruto gasped and placed a hand over hers. "Princess, please. Just five more minutes. I don't want us to crash."

A pout formed on her lips, feeling a bit dejected at him refusing her advances—even if he was making sense. "I want to touch you though." She whined, deciding to settle for rubbing his thigh instead.

He chuckled lightly and brought her hand to his lips. "You can have everything you want as soon as we get home."

Sarada groaned, not wanting to wait at all, but she settled down and sucked it up. She could be good on the ride. "Fine, at least distract me with small talk."

Boruto hummed, and kept kissing her hand. "Tell me what you want me to do to you."

That was only going to turn her on more, but she liked the idea of discussing it with him. "Well… things you've done before. Like kissing me, all over, everywhere. When I thought of you going down on me, I almost died in there. And then… then I thought—but I want more."

"More?" Boruto's tongue peeked out, licking the back of her hand by the tiniest bit. "What more do you want?"

Sarada swallowed a moan, breathing picking up the tiniest bit. "I want everything. All of you."

"What's everything, princess?" Boruto was so smug, and it was illegal for him to play innocent right now. "Be specific."

"It's something I've never done before." She admitted in a whisper. "Something you and I have never done together yet…"

"We haven't done a lot of things together, Sarada. You could be talking about Sky Diving, ya know?" He grinned cheekily, the streets were starting to look familiar to her, they were close to her condo.

Sarada knew he wasn't that dense, so she glared at him and blurted out, "I want to have sex."

Boruto nearly stepped on the break. Although his cheeks were red, he started to laugh. "I-I didn't think you would say it." He slowed down and looked at her, eyes softening at her. "Do you really?"

He laughed at her. Sarada couldn't believe that he really laughed at her just because she had the nerve to admit what she really wanted. It wasn't funny and she was beyond frustrated that even after all these months of them fooling around, Boruto had never tried to really have her. He had never tried to make her officially his either. Regardless of the Hōki situation, it hurt her. Having nothing more to say to Boruto, as she had changed her mind quickly, Sarada rested her hands in her lap and faced front.

"Sarada…" Boruto let her hand go and placed his hands on the wheel again, pulling up on her building and entering the parking lot. They rode up a few floors up before he parked and killed the engine. "Sarada."

Sarada opened her door and went about getting out with difficulty thanks to her dress. She was frustrated now and the struggle only made it worse, causing her to slam the door in her annoyance. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she was embarrassed too. Maybe it wasn't right for a girl to say something like that—but this was Boruto. It didn't feel wrong.

"Sarada!" Boruto ran out of the car and followed her until they reached the elevators, thank god no one was on when they stepped in. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that, ya know?"

"Just forget it." She sighed, unable to look at him and not wanting to continue the conversation.

His face fell, and he leaned on the wall. "I'm sorry," he muttered.

"It's okay," Sarada said with a sad sigh. She knew she was at fault for even mentioning something so scandalous. "I'm not upset with you."

"But I am," Boruto whined. "I'm sorry, I just-just, I couldn't even say it myself. And hearing you wanted that with me it's… unreal. I can't believe you would want me like that."

"I can't believe you haven't noticed. But okay." She rolled her eyes and let out an exaggerated sigh.

The elevator opened on her floor and he followed her out, fishing out his keys and opening the door. It was dark inside the unit, only the night lights from the large windows to illuminate the space. Once the door was closed, Boruto approached Sarada and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"I don't think I'm saying the words right," he mumbled. "Like, it's easy to fool around with people and stuff… but when you have feelings for that person, it isn't that easy anymore."

Sarada didn't understand many things and there was a lot of confusion shrouding her relationship with Boruto. All she knew for certain was that she loved him from the bottom of her heart and she wanted him in every way humanly possible. "So…" she frowned, not wanting to look at him and give all that she was feeling away. "It's easy with other people… but not with me?"

"Yeah!" Boruto replied right away, but his brows furrowed upon internalizing her words. "No, no. I mean, that isn't what I'm trying to say." His hands came up to his hair, messing it up and sighing loudly. He was starting to get frustrated with not having the right words to tell her. "Sarada, you're really important to me and I would never want to hurt you…" He still wasn't making sense, and it looked like he picked that up so he tried again.

"Okay, I know you won't like it, but hear me out. It's easy to fuck anyone, ya know? You take your clothes off, do it, and get out." Boruto explained it so mechanically, so casually, like he'd done it a million times. "But!" He held up his forefinger, "When the person is important to you… it isn't easy. You put feelings into it, and those feelings intensify. You're not just some girl to me, Sarada. You matter more than anyone to me."

Suddenly, he looked so shy and averted his gaze. "Doing that with you… it isn't simply fucking you or having sex with you it's… it's… making love to you."

Sarada's heart swelled and blood pooled in her cheeks. She understood what he was saying. "But I… I've never wanted sex or lovemaking with anyone else… only you." She admitted quietly, not wanting him to think lowly of her. "It's not like it's easy for me… though with you, I suppose it is."

Boruto was looking at her now, really looking at her. His lips parted and breathed in a shaky breath. "Just me?" He repeated quietly.

"Just you." She confirmed. "I have never wanted anyone else before… but I've always wanted you." Even long before anything had ever happened between them, Sarada had wanted him. She was tired of waiting.

Before she knew it, Boruto's hands were on her face and he was leaning in to capture her lips in a kiss. It was soft and sweet but something felt different this time. The urgency of his kiss grew with every little movement of their lips, and his arms wound around her waist and held her close, almost as if scared she would disappear if he didn't.

Sarada's hands took purchase on his arms as she kept her head craned back, returning each soft suckle with her eyes closed gently. She could feel his passion, knew that he wanted her even if he was torn. Sarada certainly wanted him and with every brush of his lips against hers, she melted a little more. Her hands gripped onto his sleeves and she whimpered into his mouth, needing him to know just how much she was struggling. She needed him. He belonged to her.

Boruto's breath hitched and he broke the kiss, sweeping her off her feet and carrying her to her room. His mouth placed hot kisses on her forehead as he walked through the dark room, and placed her down gently on the bed. The pale moonlight illuminated her face, making her dark eyes sparkle. "Beautiful," he whispered and kissed her lips again, guiding her up on to the middle of the bed.

"B-Boruto," she moaned softly, body writhing as much as it could in the restriction on her dress. "My dress!"

Boruto stopped and looked at her, eyes raking down her body. His breathing was heavy and didn't protest to help her remove her gown. He sat her up and slowly undid the zipper, at the back. With every inch lower, it revealed more and more of her flawless skin. The front of the dress was starting to droop, revealing her black lace lingerie. Boruto swallowed and helped her out of the dress, peeling it off her body and tossing it to the floor, loving the sight of her in nothing but her underwear.

He swooped down to kiss her mouth as he removed his coat and fiddled with his tie to remove.

Sarada smacked his hand aside to replace it with both of hers, legs hooking around his waist and tongue eagerly dancing with his as she worked the tie apart. Her hands were as shaky as the rest of her, so working on his buttons was another task entirely. His vest was also in her way. He looked perfect, undeniably sexy, but there were too many layers to unwrap.

Boruto pulled away and helped her remove his vest and then his shirt. Once the buttons were halfway down, he pulled it over his head and tossed it aside. Now it was a little more even, but his pants were still on. "Would you like to do the honors?" He smirked.

"I want to help." She murmured, reaching for his belt to get up undone. She couldn't get him naked fast enough and she was so ready to feel his skin on hers and more. Her movements were hurried and sloppy as she got the belt and his pants undone and then started pushing them and his underwear down over his hips.

This wasn't Boruto's first time being naked in front of her. They have cuddled in this state a number of times but his cheeks still flushed when Sarada's gaze roamed over his entire body. Wasting no more time, he crawled over her and kissed her again, tongue licking her bottom lip before biting on it softly. His mouth then moved to kiss her cheek trailing kisses down her jaw, to her neck. Lingering a little longer and pressing his lips harder until he heard her moan and gasp for breath.

"Boruto," his name fell from her lips in a wanton plea. "Touch me more."

He swallowed and pressed his kisses lower down her neck, to her chest and suckled lightly when he got to the hem of her bra. Boruto stroked her sides and unclasped it with one hand, the other sneaking down her belly and into her panties. She was so wet. "Shit," he rasped. Boruto licked her perked nipple and gave it a gentle and experimental suckle.

Sarada keened, back arching and a strangled moan catching in her throat. The combination of his mouth on her nipple and his fingers on her sex had her mind clouding, leaving her in a heated state of lust. It had only been a couple of days since the last time he'd made her see the stars and yet she felt as if she's never been touched before.

The sounds she was making were so sexy and it only made Boruto harder. He pushed her to lie down on the bed, fingers hooking at the sides of her panties, and he slowly, slowly, pulled it off her hips, her thighs, calves, and finally her feet. Boruto adored seeing her bare and wanting him. He picked up her foot and kissed her ankle, placing soft kisses on the sides as he worked his way up to her calves, dipping his head down to kiss her thighs and gently pushed them apart to access her inner thighs. She was shaking, and the more he could hear her moan, the more Boruto wanted her.

He was so close to her sex, he could already smell her arousal. She was ready for him. But not yet. His index finger tapped her clit lightly, dragging it down to her entrance. Boruto peeked up at her face and licked his lips. She rocked her hips slightly, tossing her head back on the pillowed and dragging out a moan.

"H-hurry." She managed to say, insides quaking with a need to be filled by him.

"Patience, princess." Boruto hummed and withdrew his finger, giving it a little lick to taste her. "So good." He placed his hands under her thighs and pulled her closer to him—not even needing to ask her to spread her legs because she did so willingly. Boruto bent down and licked her clit in a circular motion before dragging his tongue down to her entrance, pushing it in.

Sarada didn't have it in her to be patient right now. Her hands flew down to grip at his hair, hips rolling and grinding in a feeble attempt to try and gain more friction, but he was only giving her what he wanted. She was dripping wet and she'd had his fingers inside of her before, but she knew nothing could compare to actually having him. She wanted it now, but she was also enjoying his slow and purposeful ministrations.

"Mm. Boruto," she moaned his name gladly, legs moving to cage in his head without thinking.

Boruto adjusted his head to suck on her clit, as he slowly pushed a finger inside of Sarada. She was wet and slippery, not taking too long, he slipped in another finger in and looked at her face as he did so. Continuing a slow and steady pace, Boruto worked her up just enough until she got used to the size. This is her first time, and he didn't want it to be painful for her.

He was making her impossibly hot and her dazed state had become near intoxicating. Boruto curled his fingers and worked them around so knowingly, his mouth on her sensitive and swollen clit all the while. Sarada was panting harshly, tugging on his hair without meaning to and bucking her hips up for more.

"Boruto, Boruto…" she cried out his name, her whole body trembling as she felt the rapid build of an orgasm approaching.

Sarada was building up, although she had finished with his mouth on her sex a lot of times before, this wasn't how Boruto wanted her to orgasm this time. He pulled his fingers out of her and exhaled shakily on her sex before sitting up, wiping his mouth with the pad of his thumb.

"No!" Sarada screeched, forcing her eyes open to take him in. Her sex was throbbing in rebellion as she felt her impending orgasm melt away. "Make me come!" She's been so close, he couldn't just make her suffer like this.

Boruto chuckled lightly and crawled on top of her, kissing her cheek lightly. "I will, princess. But it will be different this time." He was still so hard, he pressed his hips down on her, his member on her upper thigh. Boruto held on to his shaft and rubbed the head on her clit a few times before sliding it down to her entrance, but not pushing hard enough to let it in.

"Give it to me," Sarada whined, trying to work her hips up or down or any way so long as it would get him inside of her. "I want you so much."

Boruto kissed her lips and pushed it in, swallowing her scream. His head tossed back and his eyes closed, feeling her all around him. Sarada was tight and it felt so hot. "Sarada," he moaned when he was all the way in.

The fullness he awarded her with was stifling and mind-boggling. Sarada knew without a doubt that the sultry and impassioned moan that fell from her lips was one she could have never achieved while acting. She held onto him around his neck, and whimpering, breathless mess—all thanks to him.

He groaned and pulled half way out just as slowly as he came in and thrust back in. Although the pace was slow, it had him reeling. Having sex was one thing, but making love to Sarada was an entirely different and wonderful experience. Boruto kept easing in and out of her, kissing her lips and neck, holding his weight above her as he kept on going.

He was close, and so was she. As tempted as he was to go faster, Boruto looked at her face, contorted in rapture, and perfectly framed by her raven hair. She was always so beautiful but even more so now. Her face was flushed gloriously and she marveled at the bliss she felt with him moving inside of her, his thick length pulsating as it slid in and out of her tight heat. It was so much more than she ever imagined and she felt connected to Boruto even more than she ever had. Not just physically, but emotionally too.

Sarada's love for him was strong enough to frighten her, but only because she knew just how easy it would be for him to shatter her heart into a million pieces. But Boruto never intended to hurt her, he only wanted to make her happy, please her, give her any and everything she could possibly want from him. Soon, Sarada was meeting his thrusts, a slow rhythmic grind pushing the two closer and closer to the edge.

Feeling as if she'd been dangling on the brink of a sweet and promising climax since she'd had his tongue on her, Sarada was left feeling so overwhelmed and out of her mind, yearning and craving that sweet euphoric bliss that nobody but Boruto could give her. The rise of her orgasm was much different this time—she felt it deep in her core, blinding pleasure igniting a fire within her that had her choking on her moans while trying to beg him for relief.

Boruto's thrusting has ceased completely and instead, he gyrated his hips slowly, in smooth and fluid motions that amazed her and literally rocked her world. His pubic bone firmly stimulated her throbbing clit with each movement and she felt that smoldering best build and build and build until finally, the tight coil inside of her snapped, unleashing a wail mixed with unintelligible sweet praises that Boruto had no hopes of making out. But he knew, her sex fluttered and clenched around him as she came, body thrashing and jerking and pulling his own orgasm right out of him.

Both breathless and reeling from the height of their pleasure, Boruto and Sarada kissed each other lazily. She was barely awake by this point, but still savored the closeness of having him inside of her. He gave her time to calm down and steady her breathing before rolling onto his side next to her and cuddling her close. Sarada was all too happy about getting to snuggle and sleep with him after experiencing such perfection. She loved every second of it and felt better than she ever had before in her life. There was a content and goofy smile on her face as she began drifting while his fingers combed through her hair and his lips at her ear, whispering the most precious nothings to her until she could no longer hear him.

She and Boruto have taken a step further in their relationship and yet still hadn't truly discussed what it was that was happening between them. Sarada wasn't in any rush or anything and she was happy with things as they were, but it wouldn't be enough forever. She didn't want anyone else, but as much as she didn't, she didn't want him with anyone else either and she needed to make sure that Boruto understood that. Come morning, they could start that conversation.


A/N: Popped that cherry! Hehe. Now that they've taken this step, what do you think comes next for them? Let us know by leaving a review!

The next update will be this weekend.

Cheers,

Kairi and Tyy