Ino stretched out her back as she reached for her toes. Warming up was so important, and she didn't want to risk any injury before the big tournament this weekend. She looked across the dojo at her teammates getting ready for their class. It was probably the strongest team they had in years, and she was hoping they would completely dominate this year. It was a new leaf for all of them, they had all just finished university and were starting their careers. This karate tournament would probably be their last big event that all of them would participate in together, before they all got too busy with their own lives.
She leaned her face towards the mat and then looked up. In the distance she could see her sensei's, Asuma and Kakashi, speaking to someone dressed in a black gi whose back was turned towards the dojo. This was unusual. So close to the competition, it was unlike them to divert from their training for some guest demonstration. She squinted closer. His black belt looked different from her sensei's.
The two sensei's bowed towards the man. "Thank-you Shihan"
Shihan? A master to her high-ranking sensei's? This was interesting. They had never had anyone of that ranking at their dojo before. He turned and Ino took a sharp breath in as their eyes locked. An older man, at least in his late 40's with eyes so dark they almost seemed black. He was striking in such an unusual way. He had a mass of long black hair that was jutting in all directions, tied back in a low ponytail was in deep contrast to his skin which was very pale in colour. He wore glasses, which gave him a somewhat distinguished look. Glasses were unusual to see in the sport due to the danger; most participants usually wore contacts if they needed to. She assumed he would take them off when they started the mat work. His body looked lean and strong. His karate belt was hung low on his hips. As he stood there speaking with her sensei's, his arms were crossed and his presence exuded confidence. Truth be told, she was finding him extremely appealing.
What would it be like to be with a man like that? Confident and so self-assured. A real man with experience. Ino smiled to herself at her line of thinking, she didn't even know him. She couldn't help it. Her last few dalliances in bed had left her wanting. The pace, the fumbling, the focus on themselves with little thought to her. It was disappointing, and unfortunately left her in this perpetual state of horniness. She needed to get laid and soon, but for now she'd settle for staring at the good-looking Shihan in the meantime. She diverted her eyes back down away from his.
"He's very hot for an older guy," Sakura whispered as she sat down next to Ino.
"Oh," Ino said, face flushing. "I hadn't noticed." She stretched out further so that her hands were now behind the soles of her feet, hiding her telltale face towards her knees.
Sakura smirked knowingly. "I guess good genetics runs in the family."
"What? The family?"
Asuma clapped his hands to get the attention of the students. "Class, we are honoured today to have a very special guest help train you today. Join me in welcoming Master Madara Uchiha. Shihan is a legend in the sport, and we are lucky to have him here today."
The class bowed to the master, and Ino snuck a look at Sasuke. He had his trademark scowl on his face, but he didn't reveal any different demeanor towards the sensei. So, this Madara Uchiha was obviously some relative of Sasuke's, according to Sakura. After hearing this information, it became a bit more obvious. The dark spiky hair, the fair skin, the sharp jawline. There was definitely a strong family resemblance. Good genetics was right.
"Master Uchiha is going to go through some techniques and then a sparring session with each of you and impart his advice. Pay close attention to what he says, it could be the difference between you winning or losing your matches this Saturday," Asuma instructed.
"Hmmff…Fat Chance," Kiba sneered quietly to Shino. "This guy may have been a legend twenty-five years ago, but what can this guy show us now? How to deal with muscle aches? I'm sure the sport has come a long way since he was the top dog."
"Why don't we see if you are correct?" Madara interjected from behind Kiba. The young man turned around with a sheepish look on his face, unaware that the sensei was standing so close.
"Umm," he stuttered.
"Get in fighting position," Madara ordered.
Kiba nervously stood across from Madara and got into his fighting stance. Kakashi walked up to the pair and bowed towards Madara. "Shihan, do you want me to take your glasses?"
"Why? This idiot is not going to get anywhere near my face."
The class snickered, which appeared to embolden Kiba. He hopped from foot to foot waiting for the signal to begin. Kakashi dropped his hand to start the fight.
Kiba threw a high kick towards Madara's head, which he easily ducked. He swooped down and side caught his leg, flipping him over. Madara jumped back up to his feet quickly.
"Is that all you got? I guess this old man can still teach you a thing or two."
Ino watched as Kiba got up and joined the rest of the class. Madara had moved so fast, it was over before it really began. Kiba really shouldn't have been a cocky bastard in the first place, but that was classic Kiba. Their brief sparring session did seem to reset the class. None of them wanted to be made an example of.
As Ino practiced her kicks, she watched as Master Uchiha took down the best students in their dojo one by one. He appeared to be doing it with such ease too. Were their team's capabilities inflated in her head, or was he just extremely talented? She knew logically that her team was good; they were undefeated all year. She had her answer, her sensei's said that he was a legend after all. At least he wasn't just knocking them all down, he did appear to be helping them see their weak spots. That was, of course, if they got over their own egos. He was spending a lot of time with Sasuke, Neji and Rock who were undoubtedly the strongest three members on their team. It was a delight to see him in motion, he moved so quickly and with such style. Her earlier thoughts of him started invading her mind again.
Master Uchiha strode over to her area, and her nervousness returned. It was her turn. He stood in front of her with his shoulders back and tall, arms crossed.
"Your name?" he enquired.
"Ino," she replied. "Ino Yamanaka"
"Well Miss Yamanaka. Let's begin." He got into his fighting stance.
How was she going to fight this master? From watching him with the other students, he did not appear to have many weaknesses. He moved extremely fast and struck quick and hard. Her best option may be to try to bait and switch directions quickly. She got into her stance and they begun. She made like she was going to do a side kick and then dropped to the ground and rolled behind him setting her up to kick from behind when he suddenly moved. Before she could blink, he was down low towards the ground and swept her leg before she had a chance to hop back up, tripping her to the ground. He hopped back up to his feet.
"Impressive. You're a tricky one aren't you. Let's see what else you can do?" He put his hand out to her to help her get up.
She put her hand in his large one. He pulled her up and then lightly ran his thumb over hers before he let go. Shivers ran down her spine. What was that? Why did he do that? It was nothing, yet it was not. There was no reason, but…. Was she going crazy? She shook it off and steadied her feet. She was probably letting her imagination get the better of her. He was back in his fighting stance. She would not try the sly attack this time, maybe she'd try an offensive attack since he may not expect it from her.
She launched towards him and moved into a reverse roundhouse kick. As her leg went up, she could feel him grip it, and then felt her body flying in the air, freefalling quickly towards the ground. Before she hit, the same set up arms caught her before she made contact a mere inch from the ground. Madara was hovering right above her.
"Close," he said softly, still holding her. "Turn your hips a few degrees towards your opponent before starting. It opens your visibility. Remember to always check your opponents eyes. They reveal more than you would expect." His obsidian eyes grew larger.
"Thank-you Master Uchiha," Ino whispered back. He was so close to her body; the heat of his breath was on her skin. The goosebumps were back, and there was no denying her attraction to him. But did he feel it too? Were his eyes telling her something? They both got back onto their feet.
Kakashi strode to the front of the room and clapped his hands. "Thank-you everyone, you all worked very hard today, and a special thank you to Master Uchiha for his help today."
The class bowed in thanks at their sensei's and to Master Uchiha, then started to gather at the back of the dojo.
"Dinner?" Naruto asked. "I'm famished. Let's all go out, one big hurrah before the competition this weekend!"
Everyone nodded in agreement and started gathering their things.
"I'll meet up with you in a bit. I want to do my cool down stretching before I go," Ino stated.
"Ino and her stretching. It's like a religion for her," Naruto laughed. "Of course, just meet us at our usual, right?"
"Will do," Ino replied.
"Actually Ino," Asuma interjected. "Do you mind locking up? Kurenai is going to have my head if I'm late tonight. It's our anniversary. I'll give you my spare set."
"Oh no problem at all." Asuma tossed his spare keys on his desk, and the rest of the group exited behind Naruto.
She faced the mirror and started her cool down stretches. It was her favourite part of training to be honest. She got to think and reflect about the day in silence. Today's events had been quite unexpected. Meeting Madara Uchiha had roused such a feeling of attraction in her. Was it him specifically, or was she just horny? And why was she thinking about this when she had so many bigger things to think about, like the competition. She stretched her arm over her head.
"I don't give compliments haphazardly, but I must say Ms. Yamanaka, you did well today."
Ino turned around startled to see Madara leaning against the doorway. She had thought the building was empty. She eyed the long-haired sensei. His gi was gaping slightly from the sparring sessions revealing his smooth toned stomach. Him being there was unexpected, but a pleasant surprise. Perhaps she could further explore if her intuition was right on his attraction to her. This was no time for her to be timid, she was Ino Yamanaka after all.
"Oh, did I?" She turned and smiled at him, letting her long blonde hair out from her ponytail. She shook her hair out so that it was flowing freely. She watched as Madara stared mesmerized. She had a feeling her intuition was right. "How so?"
He leaned off against the doorway and strode into the room so that he was directly across from her on the mat. "You noticed the fine details that many of the other students missed. From when I was demonstrating, you were the only one to notice the slight turn of the hips, the slight stance change." He took a step closer towards her.
Ino smiled. "You must be very observant yourself. To notice what every single student was doing with so many people in the room. Tell me, Neji is usually extremely diligent about observing form. Did he miss that half stance change too?"
Madara laughed, this woman was formidable. No lack of confidence in this one. "I admit, not every student catches my eye. But let's say yes," he replied with a slight lilt in his voice.
"Liar," Ino retorted. "But I will admit, you are right. I do notice things; I actually pride myself on that. In fact, I've noticed quite a few things about you."
"About me? Do tell. I didn't realize that you were observing me so closely."
"You can tell a lot about a person from the body language that they display. To the class your posture was almost aggressive, and very authoritative. Which makes sense given your background and position. You move very deliberately, like each movement has been choreographed a million times in your head, but so fluidly which makes me think that you are someone who practices until they achieve absolute perfection. Your eyes look tired, making me think you are a bit of an insomniac or at least an overthinker."
Madara's looked at her curiously. "Accurate so far for the most part. Go on. This is very interesting."
Ino smiled. She had captured his interest and was testing the waters. It seemed like there was an attraction on his part too. But the question was…. what did she want to do about it. The urge to take this further was taking over her.
"Do you want to hear something interesting I observed about our interactions?"
Madara simply crossed his arms across his chest. "Enlighten me."
"During our sparring session, you treated me different than the others. Not in an obvious way but I noticed. Your grip was lighter at contact, you didn't let me fall to the ground when you tossed me like the others, or at least I didn't feel the full impact. Did you think I couldn't handle it, because let me assure you that I can. "
"I know you are capable. It seemed a shame to-"
Ino was not going to let him off the hook that easily. At least with not him admitting to something. She pointed her hand at his chest. "Let me tell you another of my observations. When you were talking to me earlier your eyes dilated. You stroked my hand when helping me up, you stared when I let my hair loose. If you asked me, I'd say it's all classic signs of attraction."
Madara raised his eyebrow. "That's a bold assertion. One may even say arrogant."
"But tell me this, am I wrong?"
Madara stepped up into her hand that was pointing at him, she her hand was flat against his chest. He was probably treading in dangerous territory. It was true, she had caught his eye from the moment he saw her but acting on it was ludicrous. It was fun to flirt with a beautiful woman. He expected nothing to come from it.
"I think you are well aware that you are very attractive. Distractingly so. As for sparring in class, my gut reaction is not to mar things of beauty. Nothing more than that. As for flirting with you –"
"Yes?" Ino said coyly.
Madara chuckled. "Well guilty as charged. They say you lose one hundred percent of shots not taken. But I'm sure you have a line of suitors lined up at your door. You wouldn't be wasting your time on someone unsuitable like me….as magnificent as I may be."
"Magnificent! Now who's the arrogant one?" Ino laughed.
Madara shrugged. "I have nothing to prove to anyone. I know who I am, and what I am capable of."
Ino's heart started racing. She was right, he had been flirting with her. What was she going to do about it though? Her hand still lay on his chest, she could feel his heart beating. She smiled. She knew exactly what she wanted, and she was a woman who knew how to make things happen.
"You are right in that there are no shortage of suitors, but I'm a woman who knows what she wants. And it so happens that I am not getting what I really want from those suitors."
"Is that so?" A flicker of interest passed across Madara's eyes.
"I do want something, "Ino said softly, her hands reaching out to flatten the front of his gi.
"And what is that?" Madara asked, edging closer again pressing into the warmth of her hand
She got up on her tiptoes and leaned up towards his ear. "To get fucked," she whispered. "Good and hard. By someone magnificent."
She could feel his body tense up. His body looked ready to leap into action, but his eyes looked suspicious – like he didn't quite believe her. This type of thing probably rarely happened, but she knew she wanted this. He looked like he wanted this too. She needed to put his suspicions at ease.
"I'm not a man to toy with Ino," he said quietly.
"I know that, and I'm not," she replied.
She took her hand off his chest and walked over to the table at the end of the room. Ino grabbed the keys that Asuma had left on the table and walked over to the front door. The turn of the key left a distinctive click. She then went and turned off the lights in the front room, so that nobody from the street could see in. There could be no doubt left in his mind. She had locked herself in with him. She was serious.
Her heart was racing with excitement as she entered back into the room. This man was used to being in control, but she wanted to control the narrative tonight. The master was going to do her bidding – and she was going to have a bit of fun with it. She swept her long locks behind her as she strode back towards him. "Let's play a game," she said softly.
"A game?"
"Yes, a game. To prove your worthiness."
He scoffed. "My worthiness? Are you joking?"
"Well the statement that you are magnificent is still an assumption at this point. I don't just fuck anyone."
"Me mopping the floor with your teammates was not proof enough?"
"Karate - I know you are a master. Sex? I don't know…. I mean the way you move your body is fluid, so that bodes well. But I need more proof."
Madara laughed as he shook his head. "Let me assure you, I am a master in all things. You, Ms. Yamanaka are a piece of work. Who even says that you are worthy of sleeping with me?" he countered.
"I guess you don't know. There is always a risk. I happen to know that I am an excellent lay, maybe the best you'll ever have. And I don't say that lightly. Now doesn't that make you curious?" She ran her hand up his chest, and then gently stroked his cheek.
He grabbed her wrist from his face and brought it forward. He turned her hand over and gently kissed it. "You win. Consider me officially curious. Now what is this game you speak of?"
She looked up at him. "It's very simple actually. I want you to undress me."
A slight grin broke out on his face. He gently touched the collar of her gi. "That's simple enough."
"Oh no no. It's not that simple. I want you to impress me after all. You may not use your hands in the game."
"No hands?"
"Yes. And remember. Impress me."
He stood back and assessed the young woman. She was dressed simply, wearing her gi uniform of a crisp white top and bottoms, tied together with her black belt. There were several ways he could approach this, the simplest not seeming interesting enough. He was Madara Uchiha after all. He would not make this boring.
"Challenge accepted."
Ino's eyes blazed bright. What was he going to do? Start on his knees and open her belt with his teeth? Her knees shook lightly at the thought.
He stood tall in front of her and tucked his thumbs under his black belt. Slowly he lifted his foot to her waist and hooked his toe into the center of the knot. He loosened the knot and then shimmied his entire foot in the loop, so that it formed a ring around his ankle. He quickly swung his leg in a semi-circle around her head twisting the belt, so it loosely pulled past her neck and then fell to the floor.
Ino smiled as she watched him. It was nice that he was taking this challenge to impress her seriously. She put her hand on her hips. "Well that's the easy part," she challenged.
"Oh, I'm just getting started," Madara smirked. He eyed the hint of black lace that was peeking from her now open gi. "Miss Yamanaka, I must say, your choice of underwear doesn't seem the most appropriate for the sport. Not that I'm complaining."
"Oh, are you an expert on women's undergarments now too?"
He smirked. His face gave away, that he was no stranger to seeing women in this state. This was exactly what she wanted. Experience.
"I may have seen a few in my day."
"I bet you have. Well, I know how to choose my bras, thank-you very much. And-" She walked up slowly so her gi gaped open more, revealing more of the sheer lacy cup, "rest assured, my breasts are supported and are absolutely perfect."
"I have no doubt about that."
"Well if you want to see more, I suggest you keep moving sensei."
Not a man to put things off, he moved his body into a standing split, so his right leg was vertical in the air and his hands down near the ground holding his ankle. With his upright foot he bent it towards the collar of her gi and hooked it just underneath. He then put both hands and the ground and slowly brought his other leg up so that he was in a handstand. He kept his one foot hooked under the collar and started walking in his handstand so that he was behind her, essentially disrobing her. It took an incredible amount of core strength, arm strength and flexibility. As he moved to the front, her robe fell off in front of her. He flipped his legs back down and stood up, face flushed from the rush of blood. His eyes hungrily fell over her body, appreciating the view.
"Like what you see?"
"God yes. You are a beautiful woman Ms. Yamanaka. Maybe too beautiful for your own good."
"And you, Master Uchiha, are very strong and flexible. But you are only halfway done and I'm starting to get impatient."
"Well we wouldn't want that would we." He grabbed her by the waist and stepped on the bottom of her pants. He then leaned backwards into an arch flipping her over his body, divesting her of her pants.
"Oh my god!" Ino gasped. It had happened so fast and was so unexpected. But there she was, now simply standing there in her bra and panties. She suddenly felt very undressed compared to her partner who was still wearing his glasses and was in his full gi. His eyes were darting all over her body, calculating with precision on how he was going to get the next two items of clothing off her. She was feeling so charged, that it was taking everything in her not to just rip it open his gi and see his beautiful body in all its glory. Challenge be damned. She glanced around. The dojo now felt too cool and sterile. She wanted something hotter…. much hotter. There was one place she had always wanted to fool around in.
She grabbed his hand. "Come with me." She started heading towards the back rooms.
"But I haven't won the challenge yet. I believe there are two very key items of clothing waiting."
"I think you've proven yourself worthy. I wanted a little change in scenery. I promise you; you won't be disappointed."
They kept going down the darkened hall until they came to a large wood door with a square wooden handle. The steam sauna, it was the perfect place.
Madara smirked. "You naughty naughty girl. You know men and women are not allowed in there together."
"That's true. Maybe I should just go grab my clothes then," she teased.
"Don't you dare, I worked to hard divesting you of those" Madara laughed. "I'm not much for rules anyways."
"Well why don't you grab a towel and meet me in there"
He raised his eyebrow. "Does that mean you're not going to undress me?
She tossed the towel at him. "Let's see how you look in that towel."
Ino slipped into the women's change room and threw her underwear in the locker. She wrapped a short white towel around her body, walked towards into the sauna room. He was not there yet. The room was dimly lit, with two levels of benches along the back wall. In the corner were the hot stones hearth and a bowl or water with a ladle. The heat and the sweet smell of the cedar hit her senses.
She took the wooden ladle from the bowl of water and poured them over the hot stones. The rocks sizzled, and steam rose immediately warming her face and body. She heard the door open and shut behind her. She turned her body to see him standing there. His towel was slung low on his hips,
God, he was a good-looking man. He had finally taken off his glasses, allowing her to see his dark soulful eyes. His body was toned to perfection, all hard lines and edges. His arms revealed old scars, speaking of an unknown past. His towel was revealing a deep v-line on his hips pointing to treasures hidden behind the towel. He looked better than she had even imagined.
"You approve? Not bad for an old man?" he said, strolling towards her with purpose.
"Very much so, and you are hardly that old."
"I'm old enough to know not to pass on being with a woman so enticing."
Ino stroked her sweat covered skin across her breastbone. It was taking everything within her to keep control. She was at the point where she just wanted to toss their towels and just get down to it. Something was telling her to keep this pace though, that it would be worth the wait. That was of course, if he agreed to this also.
Madara gently stroked her face with the back of his fingers. "I may be a bit old-fashioned, but this is not normally how I do things."
"Oh? You don't undress random students and then meet up with them in saunas?"
"I can't say I have. But we've gotten to a point here and have missed one key step."
"And what is that?"
"This." He tilted his head and leaned down and gently clasped her face. He brought his lips to hers and gave a soft gentle kiss. It was a light curious kiss, hinting at wanting more. A shiver ran through Ino's body. He pressed his lips down on hers again, this time more boldly. She responded opening her mouth to his, and then it began. The heat between them ramped up exponentially. Up to that point it was flirting and banter. Now she could finally feel him and touch him, and it was leaving her wanting more.
He did not break the kiss but shifted his hands down towards her waist. He hoisted her up so that she was straddling him legs behind his waist. Madara moved while holding her so they sat on the lower cedar bench. She could feel his member hardening beneath her covered by his towel.
"I love kissing. It's a lost art it seems."
"You may be right." She brought her lips back to his, eager to reconnect. Her body felt on fire, and she could feel the slick wetness between her legs, and he had not even touched her body yet. She wanted his hard cock and she wanted it now.
Still straddling him, she leaned back slightly and grabbed the top of her towel and pulled it off in one swoop. Mission accomplished. Madara had stopped kissing her, and his eyes wildly drinking in the beautiful naked woman sitting on his lap.
"God Damn Ino," his hands moving up her torso. "It should be a crime to be so beautiful. He kissed her neck as his hands travelled upwards gently cupping her breasts. He kissed down her neck down her chest and lightly licked her nipples.
"I know," she said repeating his words. "But what are you going to do about this situation?" She stroked his hard thick shaft over his towel.
He slipped his finger between her legs, lightly running his finger over her wet slick. She gasped at the unexpected feeling. He pulled his hand back out and slowly licked his finger, savouring her essence. "I know exactly what to do."
A quiet moan escaped Ino. She had not been with a man like this before. So confident, and self assured. Her attraction to him was off the charts. He felt rock hard, she didn't think he would want to wait much longer. She wanted him to split her open, foreplay be damned. She was so ready for him.
He stood up still holding her around his waist and put her down, so she was sitting on the upper bench of the sauna. Madara took off his towel to the side giving Ino a full view, folding it meticulously, and putting it on the bench below.
"Oh my…." she whispered. It was all that could escape her mouth. He was perfectly proportioned, with the length of girth that would leave no woman unsatisfied.
He kneeled on the towel on the bench below her. He raised both her legs so that it lay on his shoulders and lightly kissed her left knee. "You know I like to kiss."
"Mmm yes," she moaned.
"You're going to see how much," he panted. He continued by kissing her knee, and then moving slightly up her leg. He littered kisses up her thigh moving closer and closer to the apex of her legs. He stopped and smiled before starting.
He began with a lightest of licks moving up towards her clitoris. Ino gasped at the wet sensation of his long tongue. He began moving his tongue, circling her clit and then jetting in and out of her vagina simulating the kiss they had shared earlier. He then lightly sucked and brought his tongue back out to circle her most sensitive spot. He brought his finger in and inserted it, bending the it in a come here motion as his tongue continued to ravage her.
"Ahhhhh" Ino moaned. She couldn't articulate words anymore, the feeling was so intense. The sounds his tongue was making were almost obscene as he sucked and lapped up her juices. Like he was eating the most delicious peach in the most enthusiastic manner ever. His finger continued its motion within her as his tongue circled and sucked quickly bringing her to the edge. She had never had oral like this before. Her body felt tingly and out of control. She could feel her legs start to shake around his broad shoulders. She grabbed his hair, pulling him closer if that was possible, but he was insatiable. He continued ravaging her at a greater speed.
"I'm coming, oh God" She grasped his hair hard. He sucked her hard as her muscles spasmed. He watched her in satisfaction as wave after wave of contractions washed over her. When she finally stopped, he lifted his head from between her legs. Her face was flushed with the most beautiful glow.
She cradled his face to kiss him. As their mouths connected, she could taste herself on his lips.
"So, am I still a master only in karate?" Madara whispered.
Ino smiled as she traced his wet lips with her finger. "You are definitely as master in this," she panted trying to catch her breath. She lightly kissed his lips. "I'd like to return the favour, if I may?"
She kissed his lips again and started moving down, leaving a trail of wet kisses down his neck, chest and stomach. She gently took his hard cock in her hands and kissed the tip.
"You don't have to be gentle with that, believe me" Madara said with a glint in his eyes.
"Oh no? You mean this will not do?" She gave another feather light kiss to the head, licking the weeping slit. She winked at him, and then settled in between his legs. She firmly stroked him up and down before taking his cock into her mouth and swirling her tongue around the head.
"Fuck yes," he moaned in pleasure. He leaned back and watched as she went to work.
She firmed her grip on the base and slid her mouth down his shaft, taking in as much as her mouth would allow. She hummed as she went down.
"God damn, that feels good," Madara groaned. His face took on a different expression, the hard edges removed, he simply looked happy. The heat from the room was intense. Sweat was running down both of their bodies. Ino continued her lavish attention to his member, until the master was writhing. He gripped the end of the bench, fingers turning white. Ino increased her speed and pressure as she continued to suck.
"Ino please. You have to stop. I don't want to come yet," he moaned.
Ino took her mouth of his cock and licked her lips. "Oh, I don't mind."
Madara cupped her face. "I do mind. I want to be inside you."
Ino's eyes flashed wild. "That does sounds nice."
He brought his lips to hers and started kissing her again. She got off her knees and straddled his lap again positioning herself, so she was face to face with him.
He grinned. "I like this view very much." He ran his hands up her sweaty body cupping her breasts. She lined up his hard member to her entrance and began to slide down. She was so wet from earlier, but the stretch felt intense. She paused for a moment before sliding the rest of the way down.
"God you feel amazing," she moaned as she started to gyrate her hips up and down. She could feel his hands grip her hips and she grinded down on him harder and harder. The room echoed with the sound of their bodies slamming together. He felt amazing and she wanted more. She wanted to feel utterly dominated. "Fuck me Madara, fuck me hard. Please," she gasped.
His eyes flashed wild. He stood up while holding her still straddling his cock and walked back towards the wall, pinning her back against it. He began thrusting into her, increasing his pace and vigour.
"Yes," she moaned scratching his back. His pace started to get more frantic when he suddenly stopped and pulled out of her. He lowered her down on the ground.
"What? Why did you stop?"
He laid a towel on the floor. "Get on your knees. I'm going to take you from behind." He leaned forward toward her ear. "Deeper penetration. I'm going to make you come so hard."
She got on her knees; hands splayed in front of her. She felt him rub his cock against her opening getting it slick. He then pushed himself inside her with one hard stroke. God it felt good and he was right, he was hitting her deeper than previously. He increased his pace and soon they were both on the edge. He held her hips tight as he repeatedly slammed into her. The room resonated with the sound of their moans getting loader with each stroke.
Her legs started to shake in orgasm when she heard him let a small cry out. He thrust deeply releasing into her, over and over again. He finally finished, held her there for a minute before they both collapsed to the ground.
He lay on the ground, chest heaving up and down. Ino rolled over to him and gently stroked his hair. It was the most amazing sex she had ever had. She just wanted to lie there in his arms and never leave. She glanced out the window and the sun was quickly setting. She had promised the gang that she would meet up with them. She supposed she should keep her promise. A part of her didn't want to separate. But that was silly, she was sure that he would want to get back to his own life. They had a wild sex romp and there was nothing else to read into it. Right?
She glanced over at him, he had a soft smile on his face and had his eyes closed. He looked so peaceful and happy. He was different than she had expected. Sex with him was wild, but he was also a lot more considerate that she would have ever guessed by just looking at him.
"I better get ready," she said softly. "Take a quick shower. I told my teammates I'd meet them for dinner."
A flash of sadness crossed his eyes. "Ok. I'll quickly shower also. Do you need a ride? I can drop you if you'd like?"
"That would be great actually. I had come with my friend Sakura, so I don't have my car with me."
"Ok meet me out front when you are ready. I can drop you off."
Ino turned the lock of the dojo and put the keys into her purse. She glanced over at the side of the building. There he was, leaning against his car, drinking a bottle of water. She didn't know how, but somehow, he managed to look as good clothed as he did unclothed. He was one she was not going to forget anytime soon. She walked over to the car, he opened the door for her and went over to the drivers seat.
He turned on his car and turned on his GPS system. "What's the name of the restaurant?" he asked.
Ino opened her mouth to say the name but stopped. What was she doing? She had finally met a man she had connected with, and she was going to push it to the side because it didn't make sense on paper? Didn't she owe it to herself to see what the possibilities were?
She smiled and him, and he smiled back at her. A gentle smile.
She reached and pushed the home button on the screen. His address flashed up on the screen. "If that's ok with you?"
He nodded in understanding. "It's ok with me. More than ok."
A wave of relief fell over her. She turned to him and broke out into a big smile, "I want a ride, but a different kind of ride…if you know what I mean"
He smiled and put on his sunglasses. "Let's go."