Sakura is willing but not necessarily compliant. She takes off her clothes, leaving a trail from the door to the bed where she's waiting for him.

Itachi follows, taking inventory of every piece of clothing as he steps into the room. Sakura isn't sure if the heat between her legs is because she's nearly naked and sprawled over bedsheets, the way Itachi's gaze darkens, or a combination. She does know how much her body responds in anticipation. She can taste it on her tongue, licking her lips to calm her breathing when he stands at the edge of the bed.

Itachi scans her from head to toe, taking his time over the parts he can see. It's hard to say whether he likes what's before him. His expression never changes. That alone probably should have made her a bit shy. But Sakura contemplates turning over and stretching out fully to give him a different view.

She chuckles airly at her own scandalous thoughts. Most women would probably be embarrassed. Not her. The way she sees it if he's going to look, then give him something to look at. Sakura doesn't need prompting to curve her back across his pillows, arms up and chests high.

Come get me.

She can't see him anymore but hears the way he inhales. Sakura instinctually squeezes her thighs to hide how wet she really is and to tease him. If he wants everything, he has to work a little. Itachi must be tired of just speculating because he takes her bait. The bed dips when he moves. She reminds herself that breathing is necessary for these situations. How embarrassing would it be if she passed out now? She inhales deep. Then fingers brush against her toes.

Oh shit. Oh, God. She squirms a little, digging her nails into the back of the pillows for purchase. Itachi crawls his way into view. When their eyes meet, her lips and legs part to accommodate. They're both eager in their own way. Itachi's eyes greedily take in the rise and fall of her chest. Sakura's pulse escalates, goosebumps breaking out on her skin when he leans in to touch her cheek. It's a surprisingly gentle touch that flutters her lashes, steals her breath, and makes her blush. Itachi tilts her chin and moves his hand down to her jaw. A thumb brushes her lower lip before all five fingers drag along her neck. When he leans in, her eyes instantly close, preparing for a kiss that isn't exactly a kiss. It is lips skimming one another, sharing breath, barely touching. Sensual brushes make her shiver at the dual sensation of breath against her lips and rough slender hands mapping her body.

He continues his descent down her neck, between her breasts, and under her ribs. Fingers trail across her stomach and then rest on her upper thigh.

"Sakura," Itachi whispers in hushed tones.

Her eyes flutter open enough to see his downcast gaze. "Yes?"

Seconds later, his finger hooks around the yellow lace of her underwear still sitting on her hips. Itachi tugs and then raises a brow at her.

"What is this?" he all but purrs the words right over her mouth.

Sakura's smile comes with the hope that he will take it the wrong way.

"Panties," she says, bold, daring, hoping.

"Why?"

"Are they panties?"

"Why are you wearing them?" he firmly corrects, unhooks his finger, and grabs her knee just as firm.

The way Itachi shoves her legs apart draws a gasp from her throat.

Yes, please.

"Tsk," Itachi grumbles."Perhaps you are somehow attached to them since they have remained on you despite everything else being on the floor."

Then he hooks both arms around her hips and yanks her down from the pillows and flat on her back. The thrill that runs down her spine when he glares at her should be illegal. But God helps her if she doesn't want more.

He's using his knee to pry her legs wide. Sakura's stomach tightens with desires that pulse between her legs. The pull of fabric brushes enticingly against her clit. She holds back a whimper by biting her lip, eyes wide and ready and wanting.

She thinks he'll use his hand to touch. Sakura wants to be touched and handled and fondled. But no, he crawls away, leaving her almost completely exposed to him. Topless, legs gapped wide open with a pair of damp yellow underwear barely covering her shame. It's only made worse by Itachi being fully clothed. Even though Sakura can clearly see how hard he is through those sweatpants. That's all she can see. It's the only indication that he enjoys her too. That and how boldly he's staring at her chest.

Scandalous is what it is. Every second that ticks by has her flexing the muscles between her legs. Every time she does that, just a little bit of something drips into her underwear. She's wet as shit, and her nipples are hard as hell. Itachi isn't even doing anything. Just watching her. Because he watches her, Sakura has to hide her face in the curve of her arms. She tells herself to stay still, don't move her hips, don't touch herself.

He whispers something under his breath and then walks away for a second. Sakura follows him with her eyes toward the dresser. Itachi gathers his hair up with all ten fingers, then ties it in a messy bun.

Before she can reconcile with how fucking sexy it is to watch Itachi play with his hair, he's bending over her again. Sakura scrambles back on her elbows, caught off guard by how quickly he moves. She doesn't get far as Itachi's over her quicker than she blinks. Something brushes against her thigh. She inhales sharply, digging her nails into cotton sheets.

Itachi grabs her arms and forces them back over her head. He presses down until her hands lay flat. Sakura holds onto the pillow while hands draw a path from her writs to the curve of her elbow. She's so distracted by the feather-light touch on her arms that she lets her guard down.

Then Itachi pushes his knee right up to her entrance. Sakura gasps, legs twitching and back arching off the bed.

Itachi lets out a breathy chuckle and lets go of her to circle his fingers around her jaw. "Look at you, disobedient and desperate."

Sakura both glares and flushes, embarrassed at how instant her reaction is and how Itachi relishes in it. A gentle kiss is pressed against her lips as he leans towards her ears.

"Do you want me to touch you?"

Sakura counters with a question of her own. "Do you want to touch me?"

He laughs a little, then turns her face to kiss her neck. His free hand touches her skin again, over curves and up to her terribly neglected hard nipples. Sakura reactively arches her back, which forces her to rub against the leg still shoved between her legs. A staggered breath escapes. Sakura groans, unable to stop her hips from moving on their own, chasing the feeling.

"That's it," Itachi encourages, tugging her nipples between his fingers. "Show me what you like."

Sakura does and rubs against his clothed thigh, feeling the friction between her juices and her panties. His leg and her clit. Sakura strokes herself damp, soaking through the thin layer of lace that barely stays put once she starts. She's gliding against his leg while Itachi's gliding his tongue down her neck. Sakura closes her eyes with a satisfying huff the closer his mouth gets to her breast.

"Aah," she moans aloud, clenching her stomach at the unexpected pair of teeth that grab her swollen nipples. No lips or tongue, just teeth without warning that stop her hips from rolling and have Sakura reaching for his hair. But it's tied up, deprived of digging her fingers in it as she had earlier. When Itachi licks her tits, Sakura whimpers. Feeling cheated at having nothing to hold on to. How sensitive her nipples are, it's hard to focus on anything other than the wetness from his mouth. Itachi knows how to use his mouth and teeth and tongue, cycling between them at his whim. He sucks and licks and tastes until he's full, then leans up and does the same thing to her lips.

Sakura's hands find his arms, dancing over muscles she always knew existed. His muscles flex when she scratches her nails over them, and she smiles between kisses at drawing a reaction from him. His shirt is in the way of her really getting what she wants. Sakura slides her hand between their bodies, trying to get to the bottom of his t-shirt. Itachi takes her hand in his and then moves down from his shirt to the edge of her underwear.

Her eyes widen when both of their hands dip inside of her panties. This time Itachi groans, lacing his fingers between her to get closer to the heat between her legs. Sakura shutters at the barest touch against her entrance.

"Oh," Itachi whispers, "I love how wet you are."

She rolls her eyes and her hips. "Then take off your clothes and fuck me."

"I would, but," Itachi pulls back and then fits himself between her legs. "Someone left their panties on."

Sakura rolls her eyes at him. "Take them off then."

"No."

Itachi pushes against her hand, forcing it down against her clit. The noise she makes is nothing less than primal. Itachi hums encouragements, pressing down and forcing her hand to keep moving. Both their fingers stroke her in different ways. Sakura squirms a little, opening her legs wider, wanting more.

"That's it," Itachi's at her ear again, flicking his tongue over her skin. "Show me you can be a good girl. Show me how much you want it."

Had it been anyone else, Sakura may have felt a bit degraded. But not here, not with this man. No. She folds her legs around his hips, lifting her ass to reach deeper. Itachi's breathing increases, a pleasant little huff in her ears. Sakura eases a finger inside of herself. Itachi does the same. Now both fingers fuck her, slick wet, and covered in juice. Sakura moans and bites her lip, closing her eyes. Then Itachi adds another finger, and the sheer ecstasy has her whither under him. Her muscles clench around them. Itachi curses under his breath, then rubs his cock against her inner thigh. Her stomach tightens when he does it again. And again. Breathing a bit rough every time, hooking those fingers deeper inside her. And it's him humping and gushing sound over heavy panting from both of them. Sakura grabs his shoulder for purchase while Itachi drops to his forearm near her head.

His tongue finds her mouth again. Itachi's kiss is just as greedy as the fingers working her insides. She moans in his mouth, letting him grind and touch and kiss her senseless. Sakura would have loved to have other things inside of her. But finds her punishment just as intoxicating.

He picks up speed in every respect. Sakura digs her nails into his back to keep up. Her finger struggles to match the way he caresses her. She rolls her hips to meet his thrust, adding friction for him and her.

"So beautiful," Itachi mutters. His voice only makes her needier, moister. He seems to notice this and keeps up his taunting encouragement.

"Don't stop, Sakura. Not yet."

Itachi digs deeper, and her eyes roll at how close she is. Air leaves her lungs with every word he says. Sakura tries to keep up, chasing the growing heat building. Her legs clench his waist. She claws into his back, yanking the material of his shirt with every twitch of her muscle.

"Itachi, I..." Sakura loses words when he adds another finger inside.

"I know," he supportively voices. "I feel it too. Be a good girl for me. Show me how wet you can get."

It's more than enough to send her over the edge. Sakura's entire body flexes as pure bliss rolls over her in heated waves that leave her trembling with lustful satisfaction. She rides her orgasm and their fingers. Itachi keeps her pace until it pours out all over their hands.

Just as quick as he lets her ride her wave, Itachi grabs her hand and shoves it inside his pants. It's just as hot here as it is between her legs. Sakura wraps her wet fingers around Itachi's hard cock trapped inside his sweatpants this entire time. She's rewarded with a healthy twitch against her palm and several short deep breaths against her cheek. She rubs her thumb firmly against the underside of his head. It sets off one of those lovely shivers that makes all the muscles in Itachi's body clench and relax at the same time. He moves his hips, and Sakura strokes him a different way, keeping pace to help him along. He pulls his pants down enough for her to take it out completely. Sakura would have loved to see what her hands were touching. But it seems her punishment for keeping those panties on also includes no seeing either. It would have been crueler if Itachi hadn't helped her the way he did. So Sakura puts all of her efforts into making him feel just as good. She pumps him harder, drawing every little reaction from his lips.

She feels the moment he gets close. Itachi brings himself up on his elbows, eyes on her the entire time. Sakura holds his gaze, only blinking when he reaches down to move her panties to the side. When he comes, it is powerful and full-blown and smears all over her already wet cunt. Itachi spasms and moans while Sakura milks every last drop until there is nothing left. Itachi moves her underwear back in place. He drops down on top of her, panting while rubbing his still twitching cock against her underwear. Another shiver rips through him. Sakura kisses his cheek and holds his hips until his grinding slows, and her panties are wet all over again.

She laughs a little at his actions, a pretty blush forming on her cheeks when she feels him smirk against her neck.

"You can keep those on now," Itachi tells her and rolls over to lay with her on the bed.

Sakura laughs even hard. "Is that like some kind of consolation prize?"

"Consolation prizes usually mean a loss of some kind. There was no loss here."

"So punishment then?"

"Perhaps. Sit up for a moment."

Sakura complies, allowing Itachi to pull the sheets back for both of them to get under. She shimmies under the covers, laying on her side to face the man who not moments ago had her in the palm of his hands.

"It's sticky," she complains.

With a soft huff, Itachi shifts pillows and rejoins her. "That is your own fault for being headstrong."

She frowns a little at his choice of words, pulling back some when he gets settled. Of course, the ever-perceptive Itachi notices. He reaches across the small space between them to effortlessly tug her back, pinning her flush against his body before burying his nose against her neck.

"What is it?" His deep voice took on a lazy quality.

"You called me headstrong," Sakura tells him, and it sounds as weird out loud as it did in her head.

"Because you are."

"That's not exactly a compliment."

"I disagree," he murmurs. "I thoroughly enjoy your headstrong tendencies."

Sakura laughs nervously, gazing at the messy bun on the top of his head.

"Yeah, and I bet you're also some kind of sadist or masochist too."

Itachi takes way too long to answer that question.

"Itachi?" Sakura teasingly calls.

He grumbles something too low to hear and squeezes her waist. "I'm tired, and you should sleep."

"But you didn't answer the ques–"

"Sleep, Sakura."

A/N: I would like to dedicate this chapter to alxxman, whose comment had me laughing for days. You're welcome.

-CeCe^^