9. She woke to the sound of crickets ….

She woke to the sound of crickets. Her body felt rested and peaceful in her warm cocoon of blankets. The crickets caused a slight confusion, but soon it dawned on her: they must have slept a day and night... unbelievable!

To check if her body was ok, she moved her legs a bit, and immediately she felt an arm snake around her waist. She was pulled gently but firmly into a rock hard chest and butterflies erupted in her belly, igniting her within an instant and the inside of her thighs started shaking involuntarily.

Breathlessly, she felt him pull her hair to the side, his lips trailing along the line of her neck. His warm breath made her shiver, goosebumps erupted all the way to her calves.

Slowly she turned towards his warmth and out of his grip. She took him in with eyes, mesmerized. Their bodies were no longer touching, but she could not help but let her fingertips trail the lines of his chest muscles. Rock hard muscle wrapped in warm scarred velvet.

Reclaiming territory in turn, his fingers trailed the line of her hip, then slipped behind her to caress the small of her back. She watched him curiously. He looked rested and had color on his cheeks, but his hair was in complete disarray, reminding her for a fleeting moment of Kakashi. His expression was serious, his red eyes searching her face for something. Perhaps approval?

She closed her eyes for a moment and concentrated on the rough callousness of his fingers on the skin of her back, and she felt herself drown in the warmth that radiated from him. Underneath her fingertips, she felt his muscles move under his warm and soft skin and she could not help but explore more of it, reaching downward towards his stomach.

His eyes closed for a moment, and then he closed the gap between them with one swift motion. His member, hot and hard, pressed against her leg, making her blush. He smiled at her reaction, and pressed himself against her more firmly and the movement made his own smile falter. He released a shaky breath in the crook of her neck, softly biting down on impulse, his breath tickling her earlobe.

Sakura moaned involuntarily and the notion that he was the cause of that, made his breath hitch, causing him to grind himself more firmly against her. The sweet friction caused him to stare at her, red eyes glazed over with want. His fingers traced the skin of her leg, marred with scars and souple muscles underneath. He was mesmerized by her. He cupped her cheek, staring into her eyes, trying to lay everything he felt but could not speak out loud, into his eyes and actions. She was so beautiful. He traced her cheeks, chin, eyebrows, caressed her hair, memorising every detail. He kissed her again, moaning into her mouth, mimicking her sounds.

She had too much clothes on. He sat up suddenly, the mosquito veil moved softly by the replacement of air. Slowly he grasped the hem of her shirt and pulled it up. When she was exposed, he just sat there admiring her; her shinobi trained muscles, her dainty breasts, long slender legs, the curve of her hips, the dip of her waist, all covered with a delicate web of silver scars, some glinting like stardust. Sakura felt his gaze burning a hot trail on her skin.

His hand reached and softly touched and stroked her nipple making her gasp. Moaning, she leaned further into his touch. His calloused fingers, from a lifetime of shinobi training, made her nipple react, getting hard. And it set other things on fire, lower in her body and she felt herself becoming wet.

Her reaction to his touches made him feel intensely aroused. He leaned further towards her, but did not kiss her. His fingers grasped the top of her pants, and patiently he started peeling them off. Only when he reached her small black piece of underwear, did he notice her faint blush. She was shy. While he wanted to expose all of her, she kept her legs together and avoided his gaze. Could she be insecure?

He hesitated for a moment, he was still breathing loudly, his member straining in his pants. He felt wetness there. The heat in his body made him take off his shirt in one quick movement while he decided on the next action. Sakura's insecurity melted when she realised he was in fact shirtless. She forgot to breathe, his scarred muscular chest, his penetrating gaze, his angular features and wild hair. A small trail of white hairs descended from his abs towards his pants toward other body parts. Body parts that she wanted to see desperately. She felt herself becoming wet instantly and felt her reluctant timidness wash away. She wanted this man. She wanted to reach out and touch all that hard muscle and see what was underneath his last garments. She lifted her hand.

He caught her wrist before she could reach him. He took the lead by putting his hands on both her knees. Her breath hitched in anticipation of what he was about to do. Her blush intensified. Ever so slowly he forced her legs open. Exposing her before him. And instead of shyness or shame, she felt wanted and sexy and other things that she never felt before.

He never broke eye contact, wanting to see the arousal in her eyes while he spread her legs until she lay totally exposed for him, he held her wide with his hands. When he was satisfied about her obvious arousal he turned his gaze downwards and looked at her sex. He felt the blood immediately rush towards his member and his breath became ragged. She was so gorgeous, her sex leaking wetness and her smell hit him like a sweet poison. He licked his lips and let her legs go to tugg off his pants, exposing his erect member, twitching at the sight before him.

And then he went down on her.

She fidgeted for a moment, gasping in anticipation of what was to come. She felt him lick the moisture out of her folds and she could not suppress a loud moan. Kami, this was heaven! He licked her and sucked, making her skin crawl with goosebumps. Panting she grabbed his hair, forcing him to take her deeper. He penetrated her with his fingers, first one, then another, intensifying the sensations, and she clasped her inner walls around him in ecstasy.

A familiar heat was building deep inside of her. She clawed in his hair and across his shoulders, when the ecstasy reached well known heights. And just like that, her orgasm hit her. It took her by complete surprise and a white noise deactivated all her senses for what seemed like an eternity.

When she felt sane again she saw him grinning at her, licking his lips. Then he leaned over her again, in between her legs, grinding into her sensitive parts, making her squirm: "Was that something you liked?"

She could hardly answer him, still panting and trying to catch her breath.

"Sakura, I am not very patient at this moment."

"Tobi…..please.."

He didn't hesitate. He held down one of her legs, opening her up, guiding his member toward her entrance. She felt incredibly sexy when she realised he still had full view of her wet sex, swollen from her orgasm.

Then, with one quick thrust he entered her. He held still, face slack, eyes shut and mouth grim. He was concentrating hard on the sensations that threatened to make him cum then and there. When he recovered enough he started to move slowly into her tight heat. Her wetness turned his movement supple and delicious and he moved until she chanted his name, over and over again. Each time his name rolled off her lips it made him harder still.

While thrusting into her and decided then and there that there would be no other. She was his and he was hers. He sat up more straight, changing the angle of his thrusts, forcing her legs to the side so he could see himself entering her. She was not shy anymore, she looked at him, eyes half lid in her moment of ecstasy and he saw and felt her orgasm again, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

She was the most beautiful and the most sexy woman he ever laid eyes on. And then, when her walls clamped his member again, almost painfully, he came undone, spilling himself into her with a loud moan, riding the waves of ecstasy together.

He held her, panting. Feeling the wetness between their bodies. He kissed her, whispering her name in her ears while she whispered his. "Kunoichi, you are mine."

He never experienced anything like this. He had women before, but although the physical act was satisfying, it was always devoid of emotion.

She could be soon carrying his child he thought in a fleeting moment, he had not been careful. The thought didn't bother him, but he felt some deep satisfaction about it. If she would end up pregnant, they just would have to marry sooner. He snickered. Uchiha Izuna, Uchiha Sasuke, eat your hearts out…