"I- you know after the water is the best time for a massage, I really am a trained masseuse," she offered when I slipped out of the water. And thus my finally softened cock sprang right back up. "Really, it's okay, I was about to get out anyway," the thunderous splattering of water announced her departure from the water. The fact that there was now a sopping wet, voluptuous naked woman a twist of the neck away from sight.
No. No no no. She finally seemed to be relaxing, somewhat, I could not steal a glance.
"Naruto?"
"What? Yeah, sure," I rattled thoughtlessly, trying to formulate the best way to walk through the door without my bulge being too obvious.
"O-Okay! I'll go set up the table!" she chirped excitedly, solving the problem by rushing past me without a glance backward. God, I was supposed to be here to relax! "It's ready!" she called damn near immediately. I was still wet.
Acting more out of passive terror than any rational thought, I slowly shambled after her voice. Her hair had been mystically dried and was now up in a high ponytail. The evil robe had gone too, replaced with some kind of white tank top and a set of form-fitting pants. As an excuse to avert my eyes I about threw my face at that little hole in the table.
Everything felt a little more manageable when I was staring at a simple wooden floor.
Then her skin touched mine. I swear even as my body turned to jello my mind was going at speeds it'd never used outside battle. The brilliant plan I came up with in this half-hour of frantic thought worked at least. She said she was done and I insisted that I'd nap there for a while.
Funnily enough, I did nap. Either the mental strain or the massage or both knocked my ass out proper. Spent an hour floating through a wonderful warm ocean until that smell woke me up. With effort, the 'morning' wood went down by the time I redressed and entered the kitchen.
The evil robe was back, though with the apron over it there was much less temptation there. Her hair was still up, and that brought my eyes to the warm, contented smile on her face. Then she noticed me and jolted like a startled rodent.
We stared at each other maybe three seconds before she coughed, looked pointedly away, and broke the silence.
"Uh dinner's almost ready, I just need to chop some toppings," she assured, only a faint blush on her face now as she spoke. I looked at the two massive bowls, those glowing noodles and the steaming, salty broth that they bathed in. Thick noodles, handmade I'd wager.
"The uh, the dossier said this was your favorite meal so," she said, about thirty seconds after I had stared too long. "Naruto?"
"I earnestly want to have sex with you Hinata," I said, placing a hand on either side of her hips and guiding her to face me. Her eyes widened but otherwise she looked unphased, for a moment. The redness took over her face slowly, maxing out at a shade I'd not seen yet.
"O-okay," she managed to mutter out.
I squeezed her hips, trying to convey my frustration, my last shred of decency.
"You want to too, right? You don't have to you get that right-"
"-Yes yes I understand, yes, I-I want to," she said, even making eye contact as she said it. Her head quickly dipped once the message was given, but when a soft smile began spreading over her face I finally lowered my hands. God her ass was soft. Sweet heaven the sound she made when I squeezed it, that squeak.
Judging by the way she buried her face into my chest, she was embarrassed by it. I squeezed her again, and a few more times after that. Each time I was given my reward, until she broke into a gentle laugh that proved contagious.
"You're so fucking cute," I chuckled out when our eyes met. Her face went somehow a shade redder as she yanked it to point at the wall. The apron came off easily enough, though robes practically rolled off her body with half a tug.
She was naked under the robe, it seems.
"Naruto don't just…stare like that!" she squealed out, still not meeting my gaze.
"Right! Sorry," I chuckled, pulling her against my chest and resting my chin on her head. "I can touch you, right? Wherever, even your chest?" I asked eagerly. Biting my tongue in joy as I felt her nod.
Carefully, delicately, I layed one open palm on the side of her breast.
God, I thought her ass was soft.
"Ah!" she cried out, breaking out of my grip with a jerk. It took every ounce of effort in my body to let her do so. "I need to get this off the burner," she explained without looking, hands quickly sliding the large pot a few inches, the movement also turned her around and put her bare ass right in front of me.
When she stood up straight and gave a short breath of relief, I wasted no time. She eeped when my arms whipped back around her, yanking her to my chest. My nose was buried in that beautiful dark hair as my hands slowly combed up her body, her wonderfully soft body. The smell here was delightful, like…garden soil mixed with some kind of cream. Her hands came up to grab the oven's handle.
I stole a peek and saw just how white her knuckles were gripping it.
All the same, she let out a gasp that sounded good when my hands finally found their way back to her mammaries. I still wasn't entirely sure what to do with a pair like this. It was all I could do to squeeze and rub gently, put my mental energy toward restraint.
So squishy soft, almost like a toy.
"N-Naruto please, m-my breast are very sensitive!"
The declaration made me dip my face forward, enjoy that magnificent look of struggle and concentration on her bright red face. She truly was adorable, it made my cock throb against her ass. Nothing but my robe between us, I'm sure she felt it.
In the interest of making her problems worse, I began kissing her neck, wet open-mouthed kisses. She let out a short cry at the action, and again my cock throbbed against the robe. The robe. Why the fuck was I still wearing that?!
Her body stilled when it slumped to the floor.
"Is that okay uh… can I still touch you," I asked cautiously.
"Yes," she muttered.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes Naruto please go back to what you were doing," she groaned out, still not moving a breath.
The sound she made when my bare cock pressed against her bum was the best one yet. Somewhere between a deep breath and a squeal, though when it was done she finally seemed to relax a little. As per her request, I went back exactly to where I was, sucking on her neck and massaging those magnificent tits. The way she gasped and groaned in turn with my squeeze made it feel like playing an instrument almost.
This feeling was made stronger when I began playing with her little pleasure center. The noises she made from just a little tickling were unbelievable. She really did have such a sensitive body. Touching it was just so…. fun.
Fun, how long had it been since I'd describe anything by that word?
When I paused her eyes finally opened, even stole a glance at me before facing forward.
"Can I put it in now?"
"Oh god," she whispered.
"I can just keep using my fingers if-"
"NO!" she declared loudly. "P-put it in," she insisted, using about the gentlest possible definition of that word. My only response was to line up with her and slowly shift inside. I don't think she made a noise until I was buried to the hilt.
She felt so wonderful around me.
Tight but… I don't know cozy. It was warm and comfortable and perfect. I'd never felt so good in my life, even if that thought made me feel like a scumbag. The unbelievably soft body, It wasn't my fault she felt better than Sakura!
When she began gently rocking against me I realized I'd forgotten to move. One long, slow, gentle thrust at a time to start things off. Each time I bottomed out I was rewarded by a deep, shuddering gasp. Tears formed in the corner of her eyes as I sped up, but judging by the noises she was happy. I'm sorry judging by the words.
"Oh Naruto oh Naru oh my goodness you're making me feel so good," she shuddered out endlessly. It made the position, with her facing the wall and her hands locked firmly on plastic, feel different. I was very aware that I was driving her insane.
It made me speed up in my thrusts, squeeze harder with my greedy hands.
Her words grew quick and incoherent, eventually ending in the most adorable long-winded squeal.
How was I supposed to last through that?
With a groan of utter contentment, I let go, getting one last 'eep' from my lovely caretaker as I filled her with my cum. We stayed together, me inside and hunched over her, gently brushing my fingers along her softest parts.
"Oh my goodness,"
I chuckled.
"Your goddamn amazing Hinata,"
"I…" was the only other word she managed out. Though another squeak, displeased this time, released like an air leak as I slid out of her. It was more than made up for when I yanked her up into my arms, carrying her back to the bedroom.
We'd eat later.
Thanks for reading, though this is probably going on hiatus for a while, sorry to say, had a lot of fun writing it! If you want some non-smut by me check out Macko Bole Books on the kindle store.
