"What're you making?"

Boruto asked, glancing over the lackluster ingredients Sarada had taken out and strewn over the counter.

"No idea. What do you want?"

She idly opened an almost finished carton of eggs. There were only 3 left.

"Something with eggs?"

Sarada peeked over her shoulder to eye him wordlessly. Really?

"What?"

The blonde put his hands up in surrender.

Shaking her head to herself, she turned back to the ingredients.

At least the adults had gone out to get some groceries - all four of them, for some odd reason.

The food they had bought upon arriving at the resort had started to dwindle just about yesterday.

Uninspired still, Sarada crossed the kitchen to the pantry in the corner.

Cereal, pancake mix, starch and corn flour, as well as a few remaining snacks, spotted the shelves.

Not many ideas for a lunch for two.

Sarada sensed Boruto step up behind her, and asked;

"Any ideas?"

She turned to look at him.

Only, it seemed lunch wasn't the activity on his mind.

Instead, Boruto stepped inwards, making her take a step backwards.

Sarada felt the wall adjacent to the pantry against her back.

She opened her mouth but no words came out, in which he wasted no time bringing his hands to her waist.

A light squeeze from his hands was surprisingly sensual.

She knew exactly where this was headed.

"Boruto!" Sarada accused.

"What?"

His smirk said he knew exactly 'what'.

She turned her head aside to avoid his lips as he brought his face close.

"Get off!" She whined, pushing at his broad chest with both hands.

He didn't budge a bit.

Sarada peeked up at Boruto, hoping her expression was as accusing as she felt.

God, he was tall. She only came up to his eyes.

She was used to him lying down when they did this, but with both of them standing he seemed to tower over her.

Especially with her backed into a corner.

"What if someone comes?"

Boruto peeked at the front door over his shoulder.

The entire kitchen was in clear view of the front foyer - if someone was to just open the door.

"They just left. We should have an hour or so."

Sarada could hear the amusement in his voice, and saw it in his smirk as he turned back to her.

"W-what if your dad forgot something? He always does."

She was making excuses, and both of them knew it.

Before she could stop the blonde, his strong hands came up from her waist to her wrists.

Boruto pulled her wrists together, grabbing the section left bare from her arm tights (he had only made that mistake once before, and never had since)

And, as if fighting a child, he brought them up and over Sarada's head.

"H-hey!"

Boruto held her wrists against the wall with one hand, grinning at how she was unable to pull her arms free.

He was completely in control.

As she took a second to compute that, he brought his free hand up to her face.

He cupped her cheek, gently, as he had done numerous times before.

The hand on her cheek both steadied and stilled her, with its calloused warmth and gentle comfort.

And then, he was leaning in closer.

Sarada felt her pulse quicken almost instantly.

His lips were pursed, a smile curving the corner of his mouth.

This time, Boruto wasn't even trying to hide his intent.

But all the same, she felt herself freeze like a deer in headlights.

Eyes wide, Sarada watched as he angled and dipped his head, his lips on course with her's.

She should have turned away again, or used her Chakra to pull her arms free.

She could have kicked him straight between the legs; it wouldn't have been the first time.

Almost anything would have been better than the dumb, stunned look that fell over her face.

They really shouldn't have been doing this.

They weren't supposed to be dating; at least, no one knew they were.

If someone came back to the hotel room and found out, it would be a disaster.

But as Boruto drew close, she knew it was already too late.

His eyes closed gently, and some matching instinct bade Sarada's eyes shut themselves just as slowly.

A moment later, she felt their lips connect.

She drew a sharp breath through her nose.

As always, the soft skin of his mouth cupped perfectly with her's.

The angle was practiced, in how it let Boruto tilt his mouth just enough to let him nip her lower lip between both of his.

God, even the feeling of Boruto's lips stood out to her senses.

The simple press of their mouths was impossibly soothing.

It was a tingle that ran through her lips from every place their soft skin connected.

A sensitivity that alerted her of every dry flake and soft cushion that he pressed into her mouth.

Just knowing the level of intimacy it meant, sent electrical shivers down to her hips.

Her waist shifted back against the wall as she took another sharp breath.

This was bad. It was getting out of hand.

Someone was going to catch them.

Any minute now, they'd hear a gasp or a shout.

Maybe the sound of keys jingling or the door clicking open when it was too late to hide.

And yet, her body didn't seem to care one bit.

It had been far too long since they'd been able to sneak in some alone time; even before this group vacation.

Sarada sensed her head angle upwards; an action that begged in a way she would never put into words.

Her mouth seemed to move on it's own as it pressed up into the blonde, the pressure between their lips growing.

She could almost feel the smirk on Boruto's mouth as he accepted her newfound eagerness.

His free hand came to the curve of her waist, tugging her hips towards him.

His chest pushed against her's, pressing her back against the wall.

A gasp of air snuck between her lips as he disconnected for just a moment, the wet click of their lips loud in her ears.

And when he came in at an angle, his lips spread just a crack, her body knew exactly what was happening.

Sarada's traitorous mouth opened against his, and suddenly, her head was pinned against the wall.

Boruto's tongue darted forward, swiping at the gap of her lips.

It was a question, surprisingly, and her body accepted without so much as a thought.

That didn't stop a gasp from escaping her lips, as he slipped into her mouth.

Stunned as she was, it was up to Sarada's instincts to go greet him.

The tips of their tongues met inside her mouth with a surprising ferocity, the hard tip against her's.

A moment later they slipped by each other, entwining their mouths.

There, they danced that familiar dance against each other's saliva.

The flats of their tongues twirled and slid, always rounding on each other.

They bent and curved and slipped around the other, intent on grappling rather than passing.

Boruto seemed to bear down on her as they battled, his tongue twisting and pressing skillfully as he drove her back into her own mouth.

Mmh~!

Sarada groaned into him.

He was too good at this.

Her lips shifted against Boruto's and he pushed back; an erratic call and reply made of warm skin and heavier growing breaths.

It all felt like an instant.

And in the next, she was reaching out for him as he withdrew.

Their lips parted with another wet click, a string of saliva stretching between their stuck out tongues.

Sarada's eyes opened to find barely an inch between their parted faces.

Boruto's eyes were already open, an annoyingly victorious smirk was plastered over his handsome face.

Usually, some retort would come to mind when she saw that look.

Some quip that she would say, and he, another right back.

But at that moment, her mind was blank.

Her mouth was open, drawing in heavy breaths.

She was suddenly aware of her heart, thundering against Boruto's chest; in tandem with his softer pulse.

"Still think this is a bad idea?"

Boruto teased between deep breaths of his own.

Sarada swallowed, then parted her lips, but the words weren't coming.

All she could do was shake her head.

A curve curled the corner of his mouth.

And, in an action that made her breath catch in her throat, Boruto angled his head and dug into her collar.

Sarada leaned her head back, gasping and tensing as his lips briefly brushed at her neck.

It sent an electrifying tingle through her neck, and down between her already weakening legs.

She had to brace herself against the wall, lest her legs collapse.

God, this vacation abstinence. She was probably already soaked.

Boruto seemed to know it, too.

She could feel the smirk on his lips as he left her neck and shifted downwards.

His teeth closed around Sarada's high collar, holding it still for his free hand to strip the zipper down her red top.

With the rip like sound of her zipper her front was undone, allowing his hand to slip beneath the red fabric.

Sarada felt his big hand inside her top, wrapping around the side of her chest to reach her back.

She didn't have any netting or undershirt, nothing to stop him from easily tracing the strap to the arch of her back.

In a second Boruto had the clasp between his thumb and fingers.

Click

It was undone with his single free hand - a skill of his that no longer surprised her.

She couldn't help but let out a breath at the release of the confining article, which sagged against the back of her shoulders.

The blonde, however, was far more interested in the front.

There was some sort of unspoken agreement as his hand loosened and released Sarada's wrists.

Her arms came down from above her head, but she didn't brace or push against him.

It was too late for that.

Her arms in front of her, Boruto easily pulled her top and bra from her shoulders.

And with a whump, like a flag in the wind, her clothes fell to her feet.

She was defenseless.

Immediately, she sensed Boruto's attention zero in on her bared upper body.

His gaze seemed attentive, in some predatory way, as if Sarada could see whatever he was formulating behind his ocean blue eyes.

Instead, she watched as his hands came to her midsection.

Warm palms cupped her sides, fingers hooking gently around her sides.

Trailing upwards, his fingertips caressed their paths into her smooth curves.

She just couldn't help the sudden giddiness that rose in her chest.

Gasp

A sharp breath escaped her as Boruto's hands met her chest.

Fingers and thumb parted to cup each one, his practiced grip tender from being hit one too many times for being rough.

It was gratifying, as it always somehow was, to feel his warm palms against her firm flesh.

His comforting grasp; big and strong, but safe.

Even more so with the gentle squeeze he gave to the undersides of her sizable orbs.

Sarada felt a shaky breath slip through her lips, an instinctive tense tightening her midsection.

It was an odd kind of erotic excitement, somehow mixed with the odd sensation of being squeezed.

All the same, it teased at her instinctive needs, like little prods at her waist.

She let her hand gravitate up to her mouth as Boruto allowed his hands to wander from their cupped positions.

They circled to the sides of her chest, fingers as light as breaths of air as they led his palms.

Sarada felt his thumbs travel inwards, coming dangerously close to her sensitive peaks.

The digits reached up to the middle of each mound, to where she could feel she was already hard.

And when the pads of his thumbs met the very edge of her areola, she was sure he was doing it on purpose.

"Boruto~"

Sarada managed to reduce the plea to a groan against her upheld hand.

Her other hand came up to his forearm, unable to do more than grasp his muscled arm.

Boruto shot a grin at her undoubtedly erotic face.

Oh gosh, her face probably looked weird again; though there was little she could do about it.

Then, as if to purposefully draw out more of her weird expression, Boruto dipped his face to her chest.

His blonde spiky hair brushed her chin, and moments later she felt his lips meet the erect peak of her breast.

It was but a prod of a kiss, but it was somehow enough.

Nnh~!

Erupted some sort of whimpering call, only caught by Sarada's biting her lip.

The side of her fingers pressed fruitlessly against her lips, helpless to her very vocal reactions.

Especially once his overeager tongue slipped out from his mouth to prod her.

Gasp

Almost immediately she threw her head back, her other hand darting to Boruto's head.

She took a fistful of blonde hair from the back of his head, grasping it as if it would make the pleasure more bearable.

From the get-go, he was relentless.

The firm tip of the muscle pressed firmly into her areola, circling her.

He coated the sides of her nipple as he twirled around it, like a dance between him and her peak.

It felt way too good.

The cold saliva against her ever sensitive tip was yet another source of leg weakening electricity.

The wet, rough texture that cupped her as Boruto pressed the flat of his tongue into her sensitive nub.

It made a buzz, from the tip of her chest right into her spine; both up and down.

A tension jerked her, trying to throw Sarada's back into an arch and press her chest out greedily.

She fought against the instinct, leaving her writhing.

The flat of her back squirmed against the wall, as if trying to get away from his dancing tongue.

And in the midst of all of it, she sensed Boruto's other hand running down her bare midsection.

The pads of his fingers followed the flow of her toned belly, like a snake gliding after its prey.

Down her waist he went, his palm smoothing over her stomach as he dipped inwards to slyly slip beneath the tight waistband of her shorts.

Even through her panties, Sarada could feel his warm fingers brush against the bump of her hips.

Mh!

The pitched squeak slipped past both her lips and hand - more an alert than anything else.

Sarada's knees bent inwards, thighs closing and shifting together. It was instinctually, yet doubtlessly erotic.

But it did little against Boruto's hand.

His fingers rounded her hips and dipped inwards, middle and ring fingers slipping between her tensed thighs.

The pads of his fingers meeting roughly with her clit was the final straw.

Boruto knew exactly what he was doing as he curved inwards and pressed his digits into her swollen nub.

The rough texture of his skin squished her sensitive bead against her hips - a motion that was just barely too rough for her to handle.

Ooh~!

The pleasureful zap sent an uncontrollable pull up Sarada's spine, forcing her back into a sudden arch that jutted out her chest.

Sarada pressed what was almost the dome of her head back into the wall, releasing her voice to the ceiling.

Her hand followed faithfully, though doing little except putting something for her to not-so-gently press her teeth against.

She felt Boruto's mouth leave her chest, cold room temperature air rushing it's wet surface.

His other hand came up to her side, forearm bracing against the wall and allowing the blonde to lean his warm, masculine form into her.

Sarada's eyes broke open to dart down her nose, only to see his annoyingly smug face leveled with her's.

His grin was curved to one side, some part of his gaze conceited as he looked back at her.

Sarada attempted to get her expression back in control, if only to send him a look back.

Then his fingers slid to the very top of her lower lips, and her face twisted into whatever ecstasy driven look Boruto commanded.

His fingers pressed into her flooded underwear, allowing her to feel the slick warmth between her legs.

He ventured down the soaked oval of fabric of her panties, fingertips riding the curve of her plump lips.

It teased at her heightened sensitivity, like a tickle that made her want more.

Haa~

Sarada's legs tensed against her will, their diminishing strength threatening to give out.

Her hand moved from his hair to his shoulder in an attempt to keep herself up.

She felt Boruto's other hand cup her underarm, making sure she didn't fall over as he pulled his hand up to slip beneath her final layer of fabric.

Sarada's heart leapt into her throat, with a tense breath.

One stroke, rough against bare skin, and he had her voice in his grasp.

Hngh~!

Static ran through her crotch.

Excitement rushed from her chest to her head, and back again.

Boruto's fingers were warm and strong between her legs, as he drew another stroke along her soaked lips.

Sarada resisted her body's involuntary twist as best she could, instead thrusting her hips out into his hand.

She couldn't help but glance downwards, to where his curved fingers made a bump in her tight shorts.

The sight made it feel all the more erotic.

The bump became more prominent as his fingertips brushed her clit, the small nub trapped in the dip between his digits.

A sharp breath was all she could give, before Boruto left the sensitive skin and rode down her lips.

This time, his middle finger in particular pressed into the crevice.

He eased pressure into her, her slick lips splitting easily.

And, with a curve of his digit against her shorts, the long finger drove into the small lower hole between her lips.

"Boruto~!"

Sarada gaped, tilting her head back once more.

His single digit felt impossibly thick, it's size incomparable after days of abstinence.

It's length stretched out inside her, seemingly up to her stomach as he pressed the back of his hand against her wet panties and pushed up to his knuckle.

Mnh~!

Her body went rigid; legs tensing straight and hands gripping.

Her other hand left the hopeless task of silencing her voice and came to Boruto's shoulder, fingers wrapping around the inside of his shoulder.

And when he continued moving without a pause, Sarada dug her thumb into his collar - as if that would make the pleasure more bearable.

Her waist tightened powerfully around his finger, but that did little in hindering his motions.

Out, slowly, then back in, he moved inside of her.

The motion was wonderfully smooth with the assistance of her fluids.

She could feel every bit of Boruto's digit, every curve and bump that ran against her walls.

It was pleasing, in a way that wasn't purely sexual, or purely sensual.

Sarada drew him close by his shoulders, loving the warmth of his presence.

Again, out and back in, his finger flowed as smoothly as a snail.

She felt her hips gently gyrating with him, back and forth to his down and up.

"Y-yes~"

Escaped her elated voice, her chest throbing with erotic thoughts and sensations.

Boruto grinned at her softened expression but she wouldn't, couldn't, say anything back.

Instead, a faint smile curved her lips.

Evidently, that was his idea of a warning, as his next stroke admitted his ring finger to sidle up along his middle one.

It's addition was just as smooth as the first, as it pried open her drenched entrance.

"He~y-"

She managed to whimper, before a soft moan pried it apart and sent a gentle arch through her.

His doubled width ran through her entrance, spreading her so much wider.

She could feel him pushing up inside her, reopening her to his touch.

Somehow, it felt larger than just double as he made his way upwards, steadily but not too gently.

Again Sarada tensed around him, pressing her sensitive walls into his rough digits.

When he reached his full length, she couldn't help but gape.

Her insides were stretched so wonderfully, an aching pleasure of elasticity somewhere in her belly.

Even her breaths came shallower, despite her knowing Boruto couldn't possibly be that deep.

Then, his fingers were receding, just the brush of skin against her walls making her groan lightly.

Out, her walls closing behind his fluid slick departure.

In, her insides stretching, squeezing and pulling invitingly.

It was paced, a gentle motion made of the flow from the bed of his wrist into his fingers.

She barely caught the mirroring movement of his shoulder, just below her face.

He was teasing her, and Sarada knew it, but it felt good all the same.

She still sensed the warm pleasure emassing in her belly, the low burn in her hips.

But that just wasn't enough.

Unconsciously, her hips gyrated out and downwards.

Her back shifted against the wall, her face a weird erotic picture she could only imagine.

The movement was as lewd as it felt - sending an exhilarating thrum through her chest as she ground herself into Boruto's hand.

His long digits brushed roughly against her, different from the smooth flow of his control.

A moment of satiation - of pleasure stirring her insides.

A deep feeling of being stretched, seemingly pulling at her belly.

A zap that ran up the insides of her thighs to meet her sensitive hips, drawing out her voice.

Mmh~!

Sarada moaned through closed lips, gasping a heavy breath.

And then, it was gone.

No pleasure. No shock.

All she could feel was a comparatively dull sensation of being stretched.

She needed more.

Her body called out for it, strongly enough to be outloud.

Again, she lifted her hips from Boruto's fingers and pressed herself downwards.

She couldn't object her body's trying to bring the feeling back.

Only this time, he was well aware.

His hand slipped away at the height of her thrust, just out of reach.

His fingertips teased the elastic ring of her entrance, merely keeping her spread.

"Boruto~"

Sarada couldn't help but whimper breathlessly.

Her eyes cracked open, finding a smug smirk plastered on his handsome face.

She could muster the will to be annoyed, even if she wanted to.

But then, Boruto's shoulder dipped, his wrist humping against her hips.

That was her only warning.

His two fingers hooked and pushed up high, more a shove than anything.

Oh~!

Her eyes rolled back in her head, narrowing enough to be closed.

A shiver ran through her, like static across her skin.

Her back arched, her grip a vice on his shoulders.

Her feet tensed, her toes strained enough to lift her heels.

It was so delightfully rough, so big and deep and good.

Boruto~!

Sarada's voice twisted, pitched with a thrill that ran through her heart.

He was playing with her, but she cared little.

A slow, flowing pull outwards, her insides sucking him tightly.

Then, her body jerked as his fingers burrowed their way back up, driving apart her walls with a seemingly newfound ferocity.

"Y...yes~"

Her legs spread themselves to Boruto's touch, inviting him without care for how she looked pinned against the wall.

It got her heart thrumming, his fingers coming deeper.

In that moment, it was all that mattered.

Down and up and down and up, his fingers moved at what felt like full force.

Each one bumped his knuckles against Sarada's hips, his palm riding the slope of her waist.

Her hips moved with him, rocking weakly against Boruto more from instinct than anything.

She felt fully elated, an eroticity in her chest that pulled all the pleasure to her hips.

"I...I'm gonna cum~!"

The breathy, lewd voice slipped through Sarada's open mouth.

Just saying those words made tendrils of excitement race up her throat.

Her release was going to be good - Sarada could feel it's intensity in her belly.

Her walls clenched tightly around his slick fingers, now an instinctive preparation.

Up, down, up, down, her hips rocking weakly.

She could feel every bit of motion inside her, every sensatory sensation soaking into her.

God, she wanted her orgasm so badly.

It was almost ready to explode, an assurance of satisfaction and pleasure that she couldn't help but anticipate.

And then, it was gone.

Ngh~!

She half gasped to her body's sudden protest.

In an instant, her orgasm slipped out of her grasp.

No warmth, no pleasure.

It left her with an aching need that screamed for her orgasm.

For the stretching width and piercing length that was no longer there.

In its place, a buzz ran between her legs, bespoke of lust and need.

It almost made her double over.

Her knees bent inwards and her belly curled, pressing her face into his chest.

She had to grip him desperately, her hands handing off of his shoulders, to not collapse in a W seat on the floor.

"...Boruto~..."

She panted her heavy, quivering breaths.

"You...fucking…"

She didn't even know what word would have come out of her mouth, but it mattered little.

His strong, warm hand cupped her chin.

Boruto gently directed her upwards, to where she could sense his gaze on her face.

Sarada couldn't resist peeking her eyes open, only to shut them a moment later.

She didn't even have time to pull in a breath.

Smooch

His soft lips connected perfectly with her's.

An angling of his head let them press together even more firmly.

Electric static ran through her mouth, seemingly right from Boruto's lips to her's.

She pulled in a breath through her nose, feeling a rush come down and into her chest.

Her waist shifted restlessly, impossibly soaked without anything to satiate her.

It was too little, all these sensory things.

Despite its soothing touch and gentle pull, she felt her body aching.

Both of them knew this was just a distraction.

Sarada felt his hands leaving her and gravitating downwards, not bothering to hide their destination.

Fingers hooked around the waistband of her right black shorts, no hesitation in his gentle grasp.

God, how she wished Boruto would just rip them off.

Sarada probably wouldn't have cared if he'd tore them in half. She just wanted them off.

Instead, he gently tugged the slim waistband down, over the curve of her hips and down her thighs.

Cold air kissed the flooded folds between her legs.

She shifted her feet together, letting the two last articles of clothing slip down her ankles.

A careful lift of a foot each, and she pushed it away.

Suddenly, she was bare - only she couldn't have cared less.

Gasp

Their mouths broke apart for a breath each, though neither moved to reconnect.

Boruto caught her gaze with a smirk, and she couldn't tell what she replied with.

Then, he gently lifted her hands off his shoulders.

Sarada watched, in an almost dreamy blur, as he brought his arms back to shrug off his jacket.

It flapped on the ground behind him, before Boruto's hands came back to pull his shirt over his head.

A snap of fabric, like a flag in the wind, and it was on the ground as well.

Just as always, her eyes were drawn to his toned torso.

His chest had been broadening recently, a pronounced collar bridging his wider shoulders.

A firm pack of muscle covered his abdomen, something she knew purely from experience.

All of it was wrapped in a solid chest wall, just begging to be touched.

His hands, just barely big enough that one of Sarada's hands no longer sufficed to circle his wrist, came back to her sides.

Boruto cupped under her arms, and for a moment she didn't know what he was doing.

Then, she was being lifted off the ground.

An uncertain gasp escaped her as he lifted her against the wall, her arms gripping tighter on his shoulders.

But his hold was strong and sure, hoisting her up and pressing his waist forward for her hips to rest on.

Sarada's bare chest squished against his as he leaned in, fully trapped between him and the wall.

His handsome face came awfully close.

One hand slipped down from her side and hooked around her butt, encouraging her legs to wrap around his waist.

With an effort, she brought her tired thighs up around his waist, feet hooked weakly behind him.

Sarada's arms came over his shoulders, hands against his upper back.

Together, they fit their bodies against each other like pieces to a puzzle

"Boruto"

Sarada pleaded breathlessly.

She was nearing the limit of her already short patience.

This position Boruto had engineered brought their bodies so close - and yet he hadn't even taken off his pants.

But through them, she could feel the warmth radiating from his member.

And to the very obvious swell of the loose fabric, her hips throbbed.

Like a heartbeat she ached, a demand that she do something to sedate it lest it drive her mad.

At the very least, that threat was already being enacted.

Her hips shifted beggingly against both Boruto and the wall, a motion she was helpless to stop.

A tense breath flowed through her lips, to the elated rise in her chest.

She met his eyes, pleading.

"Come on, you big idiot."

Boruto smirked his idiot smirk, but in that moment Sarada couldn't have cared less.

Her eyes darted downwards, to where he left her butt to linger on the waistband of his pants.

And finally, the loose loop slipped over his hips.

With it went his last two layers of clothing, out of the way as they slid down his legs.

Gasp

Sarada felt his full, unveiled girth press against her stomach, it's width cupped by her upheld thighs.

Had she mentioned he just hit 7 and a half inches?

No longer restrained by his clothes, his massive soldier radiated warmth against the front of her hips.

Then, he hoisted her a bit higher against the wall.

Boruto's hand came to his member, a slight arch to his back letting it slip down between her legs.

No foreplay was needed - she'd have gone mad if he had.

At least he understood that much.

Mh~

Sarada groaned, as his bare tip met the soaked fluid that coated her.

He kept hold of himself, the press of his blood-filled firmness reduced to a teasing pressure against her lower entrance.

All the same she could sense it's size, how it's 1 and a half inch diameter spread her with the slightest of pressures

With his hips pulled back, Boruto rubbed the huge tip back and forth against her lower lips.

It only took a second for him to find the right spot.

Ready?

His raised-eyebrow expression seemed to ask.

She was more than ready - not that he gave her any time to respond.

Slap

OH~!

Erupted from Sarada's throat, her voice to going with erotic need.

Her eyes went wide, her body straightening against the wall.

She couldn't help but let her voice run free - holding it in wouldn't have done the feeling justice.

It was just one massive, wet thrust, after all.

A buck that brought Boruto's hips slapping against hers; that let his member ride up inside her slick sheath, all the way to the base.

Friction ran with the motion - from the firm tip that drove her wide and lapped at every passing texture, to the shaft that ran against every bit of her walls.

It lit a path of fire in her hips, a burning heat that was so inexplicably delightful.

Right away her insides curled around his size and warmth both, an instinctive reaction to something that was not her own.

And oh god, the sheer volume that was sheathed inside her.

His length, reaching out into the deepest of her depths.

It was so high up inside her, a depth that seemed to reach the top of her belly.

There, it throbbed against the beat of her heart in her stomach.

His width, stretching her as wide as an arm.

He spread the ring of her entrance like fingers prying her open, wide and firm.

Jeez, if he were any bigger, she might have torn something.

And with his incredible size, came the warmth that burned inside his blood-filled girth.

Where it had teased her before, it now raged as hot as a fire.

It burned bright inside of her, a campfire that reached the very depths of Sarada's stomach.

"Fuck~"

She groaned dreamily.

Just being so full...she felt a deep satisfaction echo through her hips.

The lingering pleasure of his brutal thrust, meshed with the sensation of simply being stretched.

She felt adrenaline rush her head as she looked down her nose at Boruto, her every thought tingling dizzyingly.

Her chest pounded against his, demanding from her faster, deeper breaths.

And then, Boruto was moving.

He held her firmly against the wall, rocking himself back.

Out, at a pace that both excited and terrified her.

Hah~!

The firm tip pulled against Sarada's insides, like a seared spear - yet her insides tried to pull him back.

It dragged against the textured surface of her insides, like he was going to flip her inside out.

He exited for the base of the head to spread her entrance, a smooth, practiced motion.

Then in, quickened by the abundance of her fluids.

Gasp

Boruto reentered her just as smoothly, with all but a thrust of his hips.

His lubed head easily drove her apart, heedless of the tight squeeze from her walls.

It pushed at her tight insides, a fire-like friction that made her legs want to curl.

Slap

Boruto's hips pushed her thighs apart, hitting the flat underside of her hips.

His hot member slammed high up inside her belly, making her body jerk up against the wall.

A delightful rough thrust that slammed into her deepest parts in a way nothing else ever could.

Ah~!

Burning pleasure, from width and warmth alike, coursed through her hips.

A zap up Sarada's spine sent her back into an arch and the dome of her head back against the wall.

Her feet pulled tighter around his waist, drawing the warmth of their flush stomachs closer.

Then, Boruto was receding.

Hngh~!

The force practically drove Sarada's voice out of her.

Mngh~

At the same time his own voice slipped out, a grunt to her esctactic moans.

She could faintly sense her body jerk up against the wall, her ample chest bouncing in a lewd display.

He drew back again.

Haa~!

And again.

Aah~!

With an animalistic ferocity that matched his voice, he rammed her.

What reached her ears was little more than the continuous wet claps of their hips, and the heavy breaths they rasped between their voicings.

She felt light-headed - with a giddiness that swirled in her belly with each thrust.

W-wait

Sarada wanted to groan, but couldn't.

Her voice wasn't obeying her, as it bent to the will of the erotic sounds that overtook it.

And yet in that, her voice would have betrayed her - empty words that would have made him pause.

Instead, the pads of her fingers pressed into the high of Boruto's back, on the edge of digging her nails into him.

All Sarada could do was hold onto him and take it.

There was no interplay, none of the slowing and teasing that Boruto loved and she begrudgingly enjoyed.

Just him and her, man and woman, and the ever-growing heat between them.

Together their voices merged, his low groans to her high, screaming moans.

In a moment's notice, her insides were curling with a growing sensitivity.

Each thrust was a jab at her belly, a drop to the almost full bucket.

"C...cum~!"

Sarada managed to moan - not much in terms of a warning.

But Boruto must have gotten the gist of it, for he somehow had enough in him to speed up.

HAH~ AH~!

No more words could slip past her ever loudening voice.

Slaps became wet impacts, each one plowing his member through her insides

The press of his body became a warmth of sensual friction, their bellies and chests chafing recklessly.

Boruto forced her back against the wall in a way neither of them cared to stop, driving the flat of her shoulder blades into the thankfully sturdy structure with no unnecessary regards.

In, out.

Burning friction, dragging and pulling at her walls.

Ecstasy, satisfaction.

OH~!

Sarada's insides coiled and constricted him like a snake around prey.

That was probably the best warning he was going to get.

She just couldn't take it anymore.

Her hips begged to release whatever burned in her stomach.

A need pulled at the edges of her thoughts, a part of her that wanted the elevated ecstasy like a drug.

Gasp

For a moment, she swore she actually blanked.

Her back arched, throwing out her hips and waist and chest.

Her mouth hung open in a silent moan, eyes rolling back in her head.

Then-

"F~UUUUCK~!"

-it all came rushing to her at once.

There was no quieting her voice.

Pleasure, and nothing else, rushed her body.

Ecstasy, unimaginably but unforgettably wonderful.

All the electricity of a wall socket ran through her veins.

Tension took it's uncaring hold, straining her already burning limbs.

Without control she gripped whatever was closest - her fingernails raking the soft flesh of Boruto's upper back.

Her legs were a vice around his waist, squeezing with the strength of a snake around it's prey.

Her hips jerked involuntarily into his - once, and then again.

At the same time, Boruto's thrusts came to a halt.

In, as high up as he possibly could.

Deep inside her, his member pulsed powerfully.

Then, Boruto's thick fluid rushed in, with the might of a faucet on full blast.

Hot fluid flooded her, sticky and gooey but delightfully so.

Her insides ate it all up and more, her grip squeezing Boruto as if to milk him for all he had.

Mgh~

His hips bucked slightly against hers, another spurt of hot spunk inside her.

...

Mmgh~

Sarada groaned breathily against his shoulder.

Dizzying remnants of ecstasy still swirled in her head.

From their still coupled sexes her belly felt blissfully full.

A warm satiation that fit snugly between her hips.

Neither of them had the energy, nor the care, to uncouple right now.

In fact, Boruto still had her waist against the wall, using it to keep from dropping her.

For both of them, their only thought was to lie still and savour it.

She lay still she did, with her face in the crook of his neck and her arms thrown over his shoulders.

Likewise, his hands were at her waist, both cupping her slim form and holding her gently.

The notion bespoke a comforting safety like no other.

She let herself lean fully into his masculine warmth, breast to breast and stomach to stomach.

Ba bump

Her steadying heartbeat bumped between them.

Hah...

Beside her ear, Boruto exhaled a heavy breath.

The soft air washed down her shoulder, tickling her skin.

A deep, but wonderfully slow breath of her own, let her scent the musk and sweet that drifted in the air like a cloud.

It made her chest inflate and deflate against his warmth - a gentle motion mirrored by his own laboured breaths.

Faintly, Sarada wished they could stay like this forever.

Then, the pitter patter of footsteps drew her gaze to the door.

"Boruto!"

She pulled her head out of his neck to hiss, suddenly alert.

But he simply brought a hand from her side, to press a finger to her lips.

Shh

Both of them looked towards the door.

And the steps slowly passed.

Sarada breathed a sigh of relief.

But the danger wasn't over - not entirely.

She suddenly couldn't forget that they were in plain sight of whoever happened to open the door.

"Someone's going to come soon. Let me down."

She squeezed his upper arm, only to have his hand return to her side.

"We've still got half an hour."

Boruto assured her, eyeing the clock.

"What about lunch?"

The ingredients were still out on the kitchen counter - a pet peeve that egged at her from across the room.

"They're not going anywhere."

He smirked at his own joke - to which she gave him a blank look.

"I'll help you after, okay?"

"You?"

Sarada couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

"Yes, me."

Taking that as a mutual agreement, Boruto lifted her off the wall.

From some womanly instinct, Sarada glanced down at the floor.

"And you're cleaning that up."

"...fine."

He reluctantly agreed, as he stepped around the mess of fluids that had pooled on the floor.

"That includes my clothes."

She saw him grimace ever so slightly.

And, before she could add any more conditions to their continuation, Boruto carried her down the hall and into one of their rooms.