Help! I'm procrastinating and decided to write another chapter for this instead of finishing my homework. Sorry I've been MIA for a while. I've been trying to get all my things done before graduation and my Senior Seminar Project is killing me. Soooo, of course, I'd rather write this than finish the latter.

Sorry for any spelling and grammar mistakes in advance - I'll come back to them later on.

I hope you enjoy!

"I'm ready Sasuke-kun."

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"I'm ready Sasuke-kun."

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"I'm ready Sasuke-kun."

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Sometimes Sakura surprised him with how much her words could move him. She was ready for him. Time stopped and all that was present were there breaths.

Sasuke reached down and pumped himself before lining himself up to her entrance. He peered down and He could feel her heat and as he tapped his tip to her folds, he almost moaned at the considerable wetness still present. She really was ready for him.

"Okay Sasuke, this is it….this is it…." his head repeated, "go slow...follow her lead….instincts….feel….I'm husband….condom….condom? Condom? Condom!"

"Shit!" he whispered, looking up at a surprised Sakura.

"Sasuke, what's wr-"

"Condoms, Sakura I forgot condoms!" he lamented. He was going to set himself on fire for how stupid he had been all day. Resting his head on her chest, he sighed with frustration. It was when he heard her giggling that he lifted his head to glare at her.

Sakura was biting her lip so hard, "what a fucking mess!" she thought with exasperation. All it took was to see her handsome husband's scowl to start laughing. She wasn't laughing at him, she was laughing at the entirety of their day. Before he could slip away in anger, she wrapped her arms around him and squeezed tight.

"Anata, we're a mess," she giggled, feeling him relax back into her. She began kissing his neck and jaw, making her way to his temple and forehead.

"Sakura….we….I don't have….we….cacan't," he tried to say, as she peppered him with kisses on his face.

"Maybe not responsibly….but we still can," she murmured.

His eyes widened, "Are you crazy?"

"For you? Yes," she said nonchalantly, as she continued her kisses on his neck and shoulders.

"That's not what I meant Tsuma," he growled, pushing her back fully on the futon, spreading her pink hair like a halo. She looked like an angel.

"We're married."

"It's been two days." he deadpanned

"Almost three," she smirked

"And already risking pregnancy," he sighed.

"You don't want kids?" she asked shyly.

"No, I mean yes! Sakura!" Of course, he wanted kids, she knew that, he could see that she knew that by the way she held back a laugh. They were talking too much, was this normal? Never in his life had he talked so much.

"Sak-"

"I'm not ovulating," she purred. "Ovulating? Ovulating….what is?..." he was so confused, and now he felt like a bigger idiot.

Sakura pushed herself up and rolled on top of him, peering down at a blushing Sasuke.

"Anata," she purred again, kissing his chest and shoulders. "Relax…."

She continued kissing up his neck to nibble his earlobe, "I can't get pregnant when I'm not ovulating, "she murmured, licking the shell of his ear, "I'll explain later," kissing his cheek, "now kiss me and make love to me."

All worries flew out the window.

He grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her closer, devouring her mouth with his own. She whimpered against his lips and ran her hands through his hair. It wasn't long before she started to grind her hips, feeling this member come back to life.

He groaned as she continued her coy antics. She was addictive. As small as she was, she consumed him with her petite frame. She was everywhere, her mouth, her hands, her hips, her goddam feet running up and down his calves, he needed more.

It took only a few moments for him to flip them over and spread her legs.

He was so hard, and she was dripping. This was it, this was the moment. He was hers.

As he pumped himself once more, he quickly planted a deep kiss.

"Ready?" he whispered against her cheek, she nodded in return.

Slowly he nudged his tip to her folds, letting her know he was there, and slowly he began to sink in. They both moaned

Gradually, his member went deeper and deeper, then he stopped when he heard her gasp.

"S-Sakura!" he stammered, peering over to see her scrunched face. He leaned his forehead against her and breathed deeply, waiting for her signal. As much as we wanted to ravage her, this was for her as well. His thoughts were interrupted when he felt a chaste kiss on his lips.

"I-I'm okay," she whispered, "it just feels...new and different,"

"I can stop, we, you-" he stammered.

"Shhh," she whispered, planting another chaste kiss, "keep going, I want this Sasuke-kun."

He sighed and closed his eyes. She felt incredible around him. Warm, tight, so unbelievably wet, yet he knew that it wasn't the same for her….at least for now….he hoped.

"Sakura," he murmured, capturing her lips once more, "I'm sorry."

He thrusted the rest of himself in, feeling her gasp beside him.

Her eyes were scrunched and tears streamed down her face. All he could do is kiss them away. He licked and kissed at her tears, murmuring his apologies over and over again.

After a few moments, she grabbed his face and kissed him soundly.

"Don't apologize, anata," she whispered, "I-I'm alright," she breathed in and out, still adjusting to his length.

Sasuke stayed still, watching her intently as she grew accustomed to the new sensation. She looked shy, and vulnerable below him. Her discomfort hurt to watch, yet she kept rubbing her thumbs along his cheeks for reassurance.

"Do I? D-do you feel….good," she whispered. "This annoying woman was more concerned about his pleasure than her own." His mind was reeling.

"Fucking amazing," he breathed out, craning his head into her neck in embarrassment. He couldn't deny it any longer. Her walls were squeezing him deliciously and although he was attentive to her needs, his member was twitching in ecstasy. He felt encased with her warmth - her very essence. The sensation of being inside her was magical, as utterly cornet as it sounded. If blowing off his left arm meant this kind of redemption, he could die peacefully. Sakura didn't understand that he was at her mercy. That her walls were squeezing him into a state of frenzy he'd never known before. Could a man be reduced to pure animal instinct? Yes. And kami was he trying so hard to keep it together.

She laughed at his honesty, and he nipped her neck in retaliation.

She shuddered.

"Sakura?" he shot up, worried that he had hurt her again. What he saw was quite the opposite. His wife had closed her eyes and craned her head back.

"Do that again," she said huskily. He cocked his head to the side. "Do what now?"

Sakura opened her eyes and bit his lower lip with hunger and released it with a plop, "Do that again."

Sasuke saw half-lidden lustful eyes stare back at him, and as her dutiful husband, he did do it again.

He dipped back down to her neck and began to suck and bite at the skin, feelings her moans vibrate through her neck. What his body did next was purely instinct, before he could ask, his hips pulled back and thrusted into her.

She cried out, while he let out a low long moan.

"F-fuck Sakura," he stammered, grinding his hips into her again. That one thrust gave him stars, he could only imagine what more would do.

"K-keep moving," she whispered in his ear. Sakura then wrapped her arms around his neck and legs around his waist, holding on tightly, "P-please Sasuke-kun!"

He groaned at her pleading. Never would deny her anything again, especially this.

In and out….in and out….in and out, his rhythm began.

Wet sounds escaped her core. Each snap of his hip churned her essence around him. She dripped from their union. It wasn't long before both of them were covered in a thin layer of sweat.

It took every ounce of control to keep his pace gentle enough for Sakura. While his wife heaved heavy breaths next to his ear, long powerful moans spilled from his mouth. He couldn't help it, it felt amazing. Although it was slow and steady, sweat rolled down their foreheads from the intense heat. The very air tasted like her, her sweat, her musk, Sasuke swore he could even taste the familiar nectar of her folds.

As good as it was, he wanted to pleasure her as well. He took his head out from the crook of her neck and found her lips.

She whimpered under his body. Tongue tasting tongue, lips pulling lips, hot breaths puffing at each other's faces. It was the most intense experience they had faced yet.

He needed to do more.

"Tell me what you need, Tsuma," he begged, his control was wavering. As pathetic as it was, he was close. The feeling of her was overwhelming him.

"T-touch me," she gasped, feeling another thrust hit her deeply.

He mentally slapped himself and reigned in his control, this was about her now, she needed him.

He decided to slow his thrust to a circular grind, he needed to waver the impending orgasm. He kissed her neck and shoulders. He licked her sweat with long strokes of his tongue and suckled the soft skin with hunger. He left his marks of possession slowly down her body.

"Haahh, haahh," Sakura rasped with each placement of his mouth.

He made his way down to her breasts and began to suck her peaks with no mercy.

"Sasuke!" she moaned, scrapping her nails against his scalp.

His tongue swirled her pert nipples with adoration, feeling Sakura arch against him in response to his touch. She tasted salty with each lick and suck of his tongue. The soft skin of her breast seemed to mold to his mouth, eagerly enjoying the purple marks left from his assault. Above him, Sakura panted and cried out. Repeating his name like a sacred mantra, worshipping the mouth marking her as his.

He snaked his way back to her lips and started devouring her mouth. He couldn't get enough. He wanted her to whimper, to whine, to feel glued to his being. There was one other area he could touch for her, and he knew that it would be her most sensitive. Using his stump to steady his weight, he found her bundle of nerves with his hand and began to swirl his fingers.

"Ah!" she cried out, breaking away from his hungry lips. Sakura turned her chin to pant as Sasuke kept sucking her, moving to her jaw and chin. He relished her reaction. She twitched and shuddered beneath him, all while gripping his arms like her life was on the line. Sasuke dipped his head to her neck and began licking at the tiny beads of sweat, tasting the salt his wife as her cries echoed in his ears.

Her panting was music. A symphony of sounds guiding them together. It wasn't long before his thrusts overcame his control. He pulled back and plunged into her again, growling in her ear with each pump.

"Touch yourself," he commanded, lifting his hand to steady his weight over her again, "Sakura I'm-I," he stammered as he kept plunging inside her, "I-I-"

She cut him off with a kiss and wrapped an arm around his neck, "I love you," she panted, as she let her other hand stimulate her clit.

He was gone. In and out….in and out...in and out….

She felt like heaven. They could hear the sloshing of their fluids, the slapping of skin. Sakura and Sasuke filled the rooms with their moans.

"Ah!"

"Oh!"

"Fuck!"

"Yes!"

"Ahhh, ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhhh!" Sasuke cried out.

White.

He saw white.

Streams of Sasuke's essence poured inside Sakura's core. He collapsed on top of her and faintly heard her own moan escape her lips. He understood now. He finally understood. This was unmatched. This feeling, this release was indescribable. He slowly pulled himself to face her and kissed her like his life depended on it.

She kissed him back, sniffling as her own emotions poured out of her. They had done it, he chose her, she was his.

"I love you," he murmured softly, watching her wipe her eyes with shaky hands. She smiled through her tears and nodded to his confession.

"Hold me," Sakura whispered, and so he did.

After gently sliding himself out of her sore folds, he plopped himself on his side and held her close to his heart. He curled himself around her, nestling her head under his chin as his hands rubbed up and down her back.

It had been amazing. Everything about her was amazing. She smiled within his grasp and hummed in approval. She looked content, and seemed satisfied, he only hoped that he had been able to...pleasure her the same way she had.

"Did you?..." he whispered, running his hand up her back to cup the nape of her neck. He pulled her out from under his chin to see her face, she smiled softly.

"No," she whispered, and he sighed in defeat, but she brought her hand to his face and smiled a toothy grin, "but I was close."

She ran her thumb across his cheekbone and let her eyes water once more, "Sasuke-kun….thank you," she sniffled, "It was amazing….thank you for letting me be yours."

He dipped his head down and kissed her once more. "Annoying woman," he thought. Out of the two of them, it would always be him thanking her. Thanking her for allowing him to be hers completely, for allowing him to love her, protect her, and pleasure her forever.

He broke away from her lips with a small smile, a rarity that was only reserved for her. He kissed her forehead and then each cheek.

"Next time," he murmured, granting him a confused expression from his wife

"Next time what?"

"I'll make you come."

Not the ending you were expecting?

Well, yah girl likes to be somewhat realistic, and first-time sex isn't always the sexiest or most pleasurable.

But do not fret! This is not the end for our Sasuke and Sakura. Because as the saying goes, practice makes perfect!

For now, I will let this story be complete, but I will probably come back and add an epilogue.

Thank you to everyone who read my story! I really appreciate it.

Feel free to leave comments and suggestions! I still have Silent But Strong to finish and possibly going to continue Fire and Fire when I have more time.