Makoto didn't know she could come that hard from cunnilingus. Tobirama ended up doing a great job, even when he started a little weak. She could work with that.

Now, she assumed he expected to be equally satisfied. He climbed his way up to her face leaving a path of wet kisses and hickeys all over her middle line until he reached her face and gave her an open mouth kiss when her lips were slightly agape for her trying to regain her breath.

Makoto was still sluggish from her orgasm. She wasn't expecting a kiss from him.
It was the first kiss they shared. It was passioned, needy, and tasted like herself. She didn't answer, the idea of pushing him came first, but Makoto remembered her promise to try to make this work. The golden-haired didn't want to make this too much of a deal. Sex with Tobirama was just a recent acquaintance and was intended to be just that. Kisses made this way more intimate than she wanted right now. After some bunch of difficult situations, sex was the first common ground they both wanted to share willingly. She didn't want to ruin what they have achieved so far.

It was strange, she could gladly suck his cock dry, but a kiss troubled her so much. She didn't want him to think she was cultivating feelings for him, even if she was (because, of course, she wasn't).

But his slow sensual mouth sucking her lips made her lean in and open her mouth more. After some seconds, they were entangled in a deep wet french-kiss which neither of them wanted to lose. She raised her hands towards his scalp, running her fingers on his short hair, so soft in her hands. He moaned low in her mouth while thrusting his thick cock against her leg, dry humping her while she tasted herself from his open-mouthed and tongue filed kisses. The feeling of his hard cock made her close her thighs to avoid the impulse of thrusting against him. She lowered one hand to help him, sliding his fundoshi just enough to grab his hard length so she could pump him as he kept her pinned to the sofa with his larger frame.

He broke the kiss to go back down her neck. Makoto couldn't avoid thinking he was feeling too comfortable and familiar with her. He tried pushing her legs open, again, to make some room for his hips. It was dangerous terrain.

She knew they shouldn't have penetrative sex. If she allowed him, she was risking pregnancy. That couldn't happen. Her apprehension was greater than the wanton. She stopped pumping his cock as she secured her legs close and pushed him slightly away, just enough to look at his face. She knew he would ask for more if she allowed him to kiss her.

"No..."- she whispered against his mouth- "we cant, remember"- she said almost out of breath.

His eyes locked into hers, half-lidded, pupils so wide she almost didn't see his blood-red irises. It seems he didn't hear her the first time.
Even though they have been married for nearly six months, Makoto didn't know Tobirama's temper. She knew he was disciplined and a cunning warrior, but she couldn't guess how much self-control or respect he would allow her in this context.

She decided not to push her luck. Tobirama already had tried to impose his "needs" before her wishes because of frustration.

"We can't" -she echoed- "I don't have a contraceptive, remember?"- she grabbed him by his shoulders, reassuring but also putting something between them. Tobirama seemed to come back to his mind with her last words.

He answered with a frown, not for her, but some vague point in the room. He ran a hand over his face, frustrated. Just what she wanted to avoid.
"I apologize."- he said as he started to retire his frame from their entangling.

"No, I mean... it's not like we can't do other things, you know? I'm not dismissing you"- She suspected Tobirama lacked experience in regards to unusual sexual practices. It was starting to become clear that she would have to come with all the ideas.

"...- He stopped moving and just looked at her deadly seriously. He opened his mouth as if to say something but decided against it.

"Sex isn't just pushing your dick in you know?"- She lacked the subtlety needed to educate someone in the amatory arts, so she tried to compensate this by restarting touching while he was still somewhat leaned against her, caressing his collarbone with a feathery touch.

"I know"- He huffed in an indignant tone and got closer, so they could be face to face again- "I'm not some virgin boy you picked from the road"- He supported his weight on one had to place the other over her breast, playing softly with her nipple. His calloused hand looking bigger over her small breast.

"I just wanted to know how far you would allow me to go"-He whispered this against her ear, his low voice rekindling the wanton in her. Was that his way to say that he won't be trespassing her wishes again?

"Well... what do you suggest"- She felt like being bold after hearing his answer. Makoto drawed him close to her by licking and sucking the lobe of his hear- He let out a short growl at the action and moved away from her playful lips, capturing her other breast with his hot mouth. She leaned her chest against it. It has been more than a year since the last time she was touched by a lover.

Tobirama was tired of feeling amateurish. Sure he hadn't ventured too deep on the sexual edge of human interactions, but he did read a little by himself as "research" and another bunch while being prostrated in her bed. Maybe she didn't remember, but one of the first things he noticed in the bedroom was the decorated book mold visible from her bookshelf.
In his boredom, he got curious and made an effort to get it, he thought of asking a maid to reach it for him, but he was glad he didn't after seeing the topic of the book. It was about sex.
He didn't recognize the language but was evident for the explicitly drawn images that depicted several different positions for the practice.
In the beginning, he was a little shocked she owned such a book, and at the public display, not even trying to hide it. But his wife was a strange woman, so after thinking of Makoto, he didn't find it weird at all. And Oh did he think of her while reading it. Having her sincerely asking what he wanted to do to her was mesmerizing. Tobirama didn't quite understand what changed while being here, but he wasn't going to question her while she was naked and wet under him.
He makes his decision and takes both her already closed legs hugging them and bringing her feet up towards his shoulder, dragging her closer towards his body. He felt her tensing at the closeness.
"No, wait! we can't"- she started squirming under his grip.

"I know woman, relax"- He grabbed her tighter as he rubbed his face against the soft skin of her calves, smelling her natural scent.

"Tell me what you want to do"- She looked at him with a frown. She didn't like to be treated like a rag doll.

He wasn't going to describe his mental image to her. Tobirama wasn't used nor comfortable to dirty talk, at least not coming from him. So instead, he quickly showed her. He undid a side of his fundoshi to remove it and dragged her the closest possible, his hard cock pressed against the back of her thigh. He felt her squirm a little at the touch, but her eyes closed at the feeling, her expression a portrait of lust.
He used one hand to cares her wet folds and get some of her natural lubricants, spreading it over his cock, the feeling so delicious it was hard to contain his own noises. Finally, he grabbed himself, and put his cock over her clit, between her thighs. Makoto quickly understood what he wanted, and pressed them together to engulf his hard cock.

Tobirama let out a loud groan, unable to contain it anymore. He shielded what he could of his face with her legs. He wasn't used to being watched while having sex, and Makoto's gaze was always penetrative, if not more now than they were entangled and so close to each other, feeling each other bodies. He saw her biting her lower lip while she started massaging her left breast with her hands.

As he started to pump rhythmically between her legs, she used her other hand to massage the head of his exposed cock when it poked out between her legs towards her. It felt fucking good.

Makoto would have never imagined Tobirama had some knowledge of this position nor this practice. It was a nice surprise, but she suspected this change was recent. Their previous interactions had been very vanilla, Tobirama looking like his only concept of sex was to fill a woman with his dick and pump her until he came.

Now it was different. Tobirama actually thought of a way to respect both their needs. She appreciated that greatly, and for his efforts, she rewarded him with more stimulation and allowing out the noises she was trying to hold back. He looked a little uncomfortable at the beginning, and tried not to look her in the eye, or was that he didn't like to be watched? The thought banished quickly after some thrust as he was now enthralled into their lovemaking, each pump of him coming with a noisy labored breath against her legs that was positively delicious. That, added to the constant stimulation of her clit made her grit her teeth swiftly, her empty cunt pulsing and trying to clutch something prohibited while dripping abundantly. The couch would be ruined and stained by the end of their session.

In the beginning, Tobirama wasn't very hopeful this practice would come to fruition for both of them, but how wrong had he been. The sweet moans and sighs coming for her lips and his balls slapping her wet labia spurred him into a quick spiral of wanton and lewd thoughts. How would she scream and contort when his cock is filling her to the brim? How would she felt around him if only her warm tights felt soo good enclosing him? Would she bath his cock into her sweet juices someday? He angled a little forward to feel her more, just hoping the added tension would make her noisier.
She did but also him, as she felt tighter around his oversensitive cock. He stopped thinking straight. The only thought on his mind was to cum. To fill her with his seed until she was overflowing with it. Even when it wasn't possible, the mental image was enough to take him to the brim, cumming at the sudden spasms that took over her.
He saw his white cum falling over her abdomen and chest. The snow-haired couldn't stop thrusting until he was fully spent, grabbing her with animalist impetus as she was trying to recoil, overstimulation being too much.

Tobirama was so intense sometimes it surprised Makoto. She saw it, the moment he snapped from his control and started thrusting her as if his life depended on it. The friction made her built quickly, and she found herself panting fast as he stretched her with his weight. She needed no more to cum. The wonderful stimulation over her clit and the erotic picture of tobirama pumping into her while growling, kissing, and sucking her legs was enough turn-on to make her finish. Her body jerked while mewling to the night sky as he rode her out of her orgasm, the spasm helping him to finish too. But he didn't stop there. Tobirama kept thrusting against her until his muscles stopped obeying him from overexertion, while she was desperately trying to slip away from overstimulation being painful.
Finally, he stopped and went limp against her body, throwing a lot of his weight over her, her legs still traped over his shoulder.
She let him rest his head against the crotch of her neck and waited until his raged breath calmed. When he regained his control back and incorporated it into the couch, her legs finally free while she eyed him, indignant.
He sought for a piece of cloth, probably one of their clothes, to clean her from his cum. He looked positively fucked, a stupid grin on his face (almost imperceptible) and the dreamy eyes unfocused for a couple of seconds while he did his best to clumsily clean his cum from her skin. It was clear he hadn't clean someone before.
Makoto took off the cloth from his hands and cleaned herself more efficiently, discarding it quickly.

She didn't know what expectations he had after their sexual encounter but certainly, he wasn't expecting the slap that came upon his face, the strike making his head spin in the opposite direction. He automatically grabbed his face with one hand as a low growl escaped him, so different than the ones he let out previously.

"I won't allow you to touch me again if you keep thrusting when I'm clearly in pain."- She said calmly. The truth was that Makoto was waiting for something like this. She wasn't angry, just a little disappointed. His behavior was too good to be true after all -"I'm going to sleep in my sister's old room"- She raised from the seat to collect her nightgown and leave, but he grabbed her wrist before she could go.

"Wait"- He was still holding his mandible, rubbing the place where she hit him. He looked at her with apprehension, but then he let go of her wrist, there was a pregnant pause, but she waited to hear what he had to say, to defend himself. He let out a long sigh and fixed his eyes on the floor, dropping the hand he had on his jaw -"It won't happen again."

Even though he was looking down, his eyes weren't apologetic, but it was more than she expected of him. Obviously, he wasn't going to openly admit he did wrong, even less apologizing for his actions, but she knew Tobirama held the value of his word in high regard. He will keep his word.

"I only hope so."- she said as she opened the door to leave.

"Stay."- He whispered. It almost sounded like a sigh. Makoto turned around, not sure if he really uttered the word. He was looking in the opposite direction. It was impossible to read his expression.

"You said something?"- She wanted to be sure. Makoto was trying to make this work, even though she couldn't change from day to night as she still held some pride.

He looked at her directly now, then looked down at the hem of her nightgown. -"Stay"- he said louder than before, the "please" implied in the slightly troubled look on his face she could notice only because of the amount of time she had spent with him. A slight frown with a flimsy arch that denoted something she wasn't sure... gilt perhaps?

Makoto let out a loud sigh. She wasn't comfortable anymore with his behaving, so instead of replying, Makoto did what she always did, shifting the topic.

"How is your leg, does it hurts after your exertion?"- He looked at her, puzzled - She moved towards the bed. She wasn't going to openly agree to his proposal, so she did it in the most indirect way she could think at the moment- "Let me check on you."- She exclaimed while patting the bed.

"Why do you do that?"- He sounded irritated and confused.

"Doing what"- she looked at him perplexed.

"To pretend nothing happened"- Tobirama explained between his teeth, it truly pissed him off when she started treating him in that impersonal way. That doctor-patient kind of way. As if they didn't just fuck each other brains out, as if he didn't just suck her delicious cunt.

"You are the one asking me to stay, are you blaming me for taking care of you?"- She said as she stretched the wrinkles of the bedsheet. Tobirama grew irritated quickly, and this time she noticed it. So it annoyed him to be commanded or to be treated as a patient? Did he want to cuddle with her? Makoto was a little confused. She didn't know what kind of man he was around women.

Makoto assumed a lot of things about Tobirama, for lack of information. She didn't really know if he had a way of being around women or if he was reacting for the first time to a real relationship. What if she treated him differently, what if she teased him...

Tobirama didn't answer her last question. Instead, he pressed his thin lips together and looked towards the door. The look on his face clearly being annoyed.

"Come on. I want to sleep soon... i'll let you cuddle with me if you cooperate"- There, she said it. This could go wrong or horribly wrong.
After a long pause of silence and to her surprise, Tobirama actually stood from the sofa in all his naked glory. She had almost forgotten he was naked and how good anatomic reference of a male he was. She eyed him from the tip of his toe till the top of his white after-sex messy hair. Sometimes she just wanted to hit herself for being a needy little shit.

Tobirama was trying to get used to her sudden changes in behavior, it was proving difficult. She just slapped him right after their coupling, and she struck hard. He admitted to himself he deserved it since he caused her pain, physical pain. But then the sudden change between "I hit you cause you hurt me" to "nothing happened" to "I take care of you" to "come cuddle with me" was a little quick for his limited amount of feelings and expressions. Were all women like this?
He noticed she was making an effort too, for this... relationship. After some pondering, he decided to comply. He was the one who asked her to stay after all, why? he couldn't even answer that to himself.

He approached the other side of the bed, not without noticing her ogling over his naked form. It was a nice stroke to his very wounded ego.

His leg did sting a little but not enough to keep away his chance to finally, get her at arm's length on the bed. As he leaned back on, she got closer to examine his wound. It was a little red on the edges but nothing too bad, or that he thought so.

Makoto knew the wound would be inflamed after him moving so much, but in the back of her mind, she could not deny it had been worth it. She decided to dress him with salve again, to help the inflamed tissue down. Makoto finished wrapping his leg while ignoring his already half-hard cock. She climbed back towards her side of the bed, subduing the impulse of tracing her hands around his well-sculpted body. She would end this night with dignity, she told herself.

Tobirama was hoping she would touch him, not just the dressing but anything else. He saw how she looked at him. Why didn't she do as she wished? Was this some kind of ill-wited game he didn't know they were playing? Still, he couldn't bring himself to reach for her fearing she would reject him. She was too unpredictable. He needed to collect more information. When she finished her job and started tucking him to sleep, he couldn't avoid being a little, just a little disappointed. She said they would... well... cuddle. Did sleeping in the same bed but not touching count as cuddling?
He didn't know. Tobirama wasn't adept at the practice, the white-haired man was certain he had never cuddled with someone since he started puberty.
Makoto should have noticed his wandering mind, because as if reading his thoughts she got a little closer, tucking herself in bed looking towards him.

"You need space for your leg. I can't cuddle you properly I'm afraid."- She said in a small voice, half-serious, half-joking.
"I know."- He uttered, a little wary of the coincidence of his own thought and her comment.
"you sound disappointed."- She said with a small grin capturing her lips. Tobirama just let out a disagreeing grunt.

Despite her snarky comment, she did get a little closer. She put her head near his, the rest of her body in a fetal position, procuring to be as far as possible so he could have room for his injured leg.

Sleep claimed him quickly. He had moved way more than all the previous days after all. He closed his eyes while looking at his wife's dark lashes adorning her cheeks and fell asleep after hearing something like "good night" slipping from Makoto's lips.