Hers 19

He fucked her so damn good. How was she supposed to not get addicted to this? How was she supposed to not crave him even after all the years? He fit her so well, moved so well, fucked her so damn good. There was nothing better, even if she'd had mind-blowing nights before, earth shattering orgasms before, none could compare to this. The feeling of being with him, having him inside her, having him love her, it couldn't be matched. Their connection only made the incredible sex even better, as it wasn't only a physical thing; Naruto was everything to her. Her best friend, her support, her life. She'd known it all along, but this moment they just shared proved it.

She had tried for so long to do what she thought was right, what she believed she wanted. She had dreamed with marrying Sasuke all her life, since the academy days when her and Ino would compete for him and became rivals. There was nothing she wouldn't do for him; she wanted to make him happy, for him to live a good life where he would smile every day, have children, restore his clan. She achieved all this, she'd made him unbelievably happy all these years, she knew. He told her constantly, thanked her for everything she'd done. She believed it was true love, a perfect love story worthy of telling.

However, she always kept her true feelings out of sight. It wasn't that she didn't love her husband, of course she did. But, when Naruto was gone from her life and married to another, the gap he left in her heart couldn't be filled by Sasuke. Not when they dated, not when they married, not when they had children, not ever. And she tried staying away. She did, for years and years, watching him from afar, making another woman happy in the same half-assed way that she made Sasuke happy. With the same longing hidden deep in his heart, the concealed feelings, the love he had for her never going away.

She wanted to do the right thing always, but it was so hard, especially now having him hammering her insides so darn well. It was too late to do the right thing anyway, she was already here, laying on his desk, under him, legs open, taking his glorious hardness in her, pulling his hair, scratching his back as he pulled back slowly, then slammed back in. He fucked her so good, and she kept repeating herself, but he just did it so damn good. He held on to her hips particularly hard before slamming in her, rapidly this time, her eyes -which had been focused on their union- snapped shut, the pleasure she felt overwhelming her entire being. She couldn't prop herself up anymore to look at him fucking her, so she lay on the desk and just took it, moaning his name when she came stronger than she'd ever come before.

Body shaking, she smiled at him sweetly, enjoying the kisses he sprinkled all over her body as she recovered. "This is so wrong," she told him, with a laugh, gesturing back and forth between them. He was still inside her, which she loved. "Guess it was about time."

"You should've come sooner," he teased with a laugh, moving again inside her slowly. He hadn't come yet, she realized. He was still hard as a rock and clearly not done with her. Perfect, it was her turn to make him feel as good as he did her.

Agreeing, she pulled him in closer by the nape, "talking about coming, it's your turn, Naruto," she whispered in his ear as she began moving her hips against him, leveraging her weight on one arm on the desk and holding on to him as if holding on to dear life. His eyes bore into hers, lids heavy, she could see him fighting the urge to close them as pleasure overtook him. He tried to move, but she didn't allow him by tightening the hold of her legs around him, keeping him in her, deep inside, enjoying her slow, torturous circles she made with her hips.

He moaned her name and kissed her deeply, his body losing control. She could feel his arms shaking beside her body as he held up his weight, could feel the strain in his muscles as he fought against himself to move but couldn't control himself much more. She allowed him to pound into her once more, slowly at first, then with so much urgency she thought she might explode. He murmured unintelligible things in her ear, making her squirm, orgasm building, growing, coming-

Then she heard it.

Abruptly, she stopped him. "Naruto," she whispered urgently, "there's someone here."

Snapping out of the haze he was in, he freaked out. "Oh, um. Crap," he said, fiddling with his trousers to pull them up.

She couldn't find her shorts.

"Here, love," he said sweetly, stunning her momentarily into silence as he handed her the missing clothing. She didn't think about it too much, now wasn't the time.

"Um... shit. Okay, let's do this." He whispered, forming a hand sign and producing a shadow clone of himself. "You know what to do," he said to himself, and grabbed her by the arm, running towards the windows. "Let's get out of here before Shikamaru kills both of us."

Giggling, she let herself be dragged away to wherever it was he would take her.

She felt like a teenager again, next to her best friend and love, running around the village hand in hand to a quiet place where they could get lost in each other's arms, happy, oblivious to the world that surrounded them and would surely have consequences waiting for them. But she didn't care, not right now, anyway.

"He'll know it's a clone," she giggled as they continued running, sneakily avoiding everyone.

"Of course, but that sounds like a future me problem," he joked, flashing her a familiar toothy grin.

She knew where he was taking her now, feeling nostalgic as they neared his old apartment. "Are you living here again?" She asked, curious, knowing he'd been kicked out of his house.

"Yup," he replied simply. "It's brought back many memories," he said softly. "Being back here, I mean."

"I bet," she replied, feeling blood rush to her face.

Inside the quiet space, she relaxed on his sofa as he boiled some water, for ramen.

"I can't believe you're about to eat more ramen," she laughed.

"Well, I kinda had a workout back there, I'm hungry again," he said jokingly, scratching the back of his head characteristically.

"Well, you're not even done yet," she teased, giving him the eyes and playing with the zipper of her dress. "Come here."

As if hypnotized, he walked towards her, plopping himself on the couch next to her and eying her hands as she continued to play with said zipper. She studied his face as he sat near her. He had grown so much handsomer, something she knew, but hadn't had the time to appreciate up close. How he could become even more beautiful baffled her. It also made her question how he saw her. She had changed so much. Her body grew in places it hadn't grown before, her hips were wider, her chest a bit bigger, which she was sure he would never complain about, but after having three children, she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed about her changes. Would he notice? After all, he'd been with her in her prime. What would he think when he saw her naked again?

Her doubtful thoughts didn't stop her actions, however. She touched his face like it was a sculpture, admiring every angle, his whisker marks that always enticed her, his lips which smiled at her so kindly. Looking him in the eyes sent shivers down her spine, made her chest swell with emotion, her eyes water. She had missed him so much. Ino had been wrong. It wasn't just a physical thing she could get over just by fucking him once. It was a need to be his, deep inside her, tucked away for so long that instead of disappearing, it only grew. It was overwhelming, having him here, holding her so tenderly, looking at her with so much love.

He kissed her and she blurred it out, "I've always loved you; you know?" She asked him softly, pressing her lips to his when she finished, grazing her tongue on his bottom lip.

He pulled back, locking eyes with her and caressing her face. "I know," he replied. "We should've done things so differently."

She agreed, but she also couldn't regret all her decisions. "We wouldn't be where we are today, so don't say that."

"You're right. Two broken marriages don't sound much better, though." He added with a smile.

"Yeah..." she whispered. Looking away from him, she asked quietly, "is this a mistake?"

He didn't respond immediately. Instead, he kissed her forehead, reactivating the butterflies in her stomach. He was so sweet to her, she thought. "I hope not." He studied her face and didn't like what he saw, she knew. "Regretting it already?"

"No, not at all, honestly. It's just, I don't know." Uncertain about what she was feeling, she thought about it a minute, then added, "I guess it's just sad that it took this long and that it had to happen this way."

Nodding, he offered her a way out. "Would you like me to walk you to your house? We can just leave things here and forget about it." She could tell by the sound of his voice that it pained him to even have to say that.

Surprising him, she merely laughed. "You damn well know there's no way we'll forget any of this." It was true, she hadn't forgotten about their time together over a decade ago, how would she forget now? Thinking about it, she found herself aroused again.

He was deep in thought, distracted, so she took this chance to quickly unzip his orange shirt. That effectively brought Naruto back to the present. Realizing her intentions, he laid back on the sofa, relaxing, letting her do as she pleased. Her hands wandered all over his torso, admiring his body which was nothing but perfection. He'd maintained such a perfect physique through the years, it made her mouth water. She wanted to kiss all of him, so she did.

Starting at his neck, she trailed kisses down to his chest, planting open mouthed kisses here and there as she went, licking when she noticed his eyes flutter shut. Further and further down she went until her mouth found the edge of his trousers. Slowly, she pulled them down slightly, to kiss the area right above his hardness, which was already fighting against the fabric of his remaining clothing. She unbuttoned and unzipped him and undressed him fully with his help, continuing her trail of kisses around his hips, which tickled him some, and everywhere she could reach, avoiding where she knew he wanted her more.

When she had enough of torturing him sweetly, she licked up his hard length, so very slowly, causing him to gasp and jerk in surprise and pleasure. Taking her time, she licked and kissed until he was moaning her name, before finally taking him in her mouth. She was dripping wet by this point and feeling him so incredibly hard in her mouth made her want to touch herself. He made her so damn horny. Standing, she knelt before him in between his legs, and went to town. She blew him like she hoped he'd never been blown before, sucking the life out of him as she touched herself freely. Noticing what she was doing to herself, he became even more aroused, staring at the movement of her hand between her legs and using his hands to hold her hair tenderly as he pushed himself deeper inside her mouth. It was so sexy, so hot, so loud as their moans mingled, it didn't take her too long to come. She came, hard, as he filled her mouth with his deliciously warm cum, moaning her name in ecstasy.

She was distracted licking her lips, enjoying his taste, when she was suddenly picked up by him and thrown on the sofa. She hadn't even had time to process what had just happened when he was already on her, in her, fucking her like she was the most desirable woman in the world. Wrapping herself around him, moaning his name, she let him take her again, knowing this would be a very long, pleasurable day.