The words seemed to tumble right out of her mouth, but Sakura had no feeling of regret. The trepidation she should have been toiling with dissipated long ago, and she was found wanting. Deep in the belly of a cavern beneath a waterfall, she oddly felt brave enough to ask this one thing from the man in front of her.
"Show me," she repeated, her voice breathy and urgent.
The man simply blinked at her, as if struggling internally to figure out how to respond to such a request.
"Do you even know what you are asking?"
"Definitely," she nodded, her body rivaling the rigidity of a statue as she awaited his next move.
Madara could tell she was tense, but her resolve was steady and sure.
She wanted this.
"What would you like me to do, hm?" he grinned slyly, leaning forward in an effort to intimidate her. If she was scared or unsure of herself, then she would definitely show signs of cracking or backing down.
But, there were none.
"I am tired of being a virgin. It's juvenile, and reeks of inexperience. Relieve me."
"There's nothing wrong with virginity. The first time is usually terrible and awkward, there's no shame in trying to avoid that. I've never heard of anyone having a great first experience," he waxed poetic, trying to instill a sense of reality on the woman who had so clearly stepped away from it.
"All the more reason to get it out of the way. Please, show me what it feels like."
In a fearless display of conviction, Sakura reached out, placing a hand upon his thigh. She noticed the tension in his muscles beneath her palm, but she needed him to know that she was serious, and she wouldn't be backing down from this. Her thirst to know intimacy was screaming within, and would not be ignored.
He had to admit it, the forward woman seemed determined, a fact which was beginning to make certain parts of himself twitch with anticipation. Having known this was a decision she had clearly already made for herself, he decided to see where this path lead. Curiosity was often quite exciting.
Madara could see she was still tense. Granted, it was expected that some nervousness would persist, but she needn't be so firm. Testing the waters, he brought his hand to the side of her face. As his thumb glided across her cheekbone, she inhaled sharply.
"You're so... responsive," he admitted warmly.
"Is that a good thing?"
"Oh, yes. It'll be much easier to gauge your reaction. You're like an open book."
With his words, Sakura felt a blush spread across her cheeks, followed by a chill running down her spine as a single finger slowly followed the line of her neck down to her collar bone.
Madara was intrigued.
He had let a single finger touch her, and he could clearly see the results of such a minuscule movement. Sakura was transparent, and did not wish to hide anything from him. A novice whom had no experience was certainly a first for him as well. This was certainly shaping up to be quite an interesting turn of events.
The woman had practically begged him to go fishing earlier in the day, and now that dinner and drinks was done, she was asking so much more of him. If he didn't know any better, it would appear that this was some elaborate, date-like setup... one that was both surprising and enticing.
It had been too long since he had bed a woman, and deep down Madara thirsted for such an experience once again. He was sure that bedding a younger Uchiha's soon-to-be wife was probably not the best idea, but it would seem they had no previous ties to one another. In his defense, it would be far more questionable if they had already had some intimacy together, but as Sakura assured him, they had not even held hands.
Why some punk kid would ignore a woman as beautiful as the one before him now, was beyond him. She deserved to know the exquisite highs of raw pleasure, and Madara was becoming increasingly hungry to see that face of hers while she did so. It would be his own doing that got her to such heights, and that made his heart race. A feat, very few people were ever capable of.
It was obvious this woman was special, and with what little time he had left, he wanted to explore the many reasons why. His little Sakura blossom was a discarded bud left out in the rain, one he cared for upon his return to the cave. After days together, the little bud began to open up little by little... but now, this bud desired to blossom.
With his help, she would become even more glorious in full bloom.
Her emerald eyes twinkled in the light of the fire as she watched him closely. He counted himself lucky that someone of her caliber wanted anything to do with a man like him. Technically, he was way past his prime, but currently felt enlivened in her presence.
Her hands began to fidget in her lap as Madara still sat in thought. As the minutes rolled by, she began to feel increasingly nervous, wondering if she had done something wrong. But, she knew what she wanted.
She wanted him.
She wanted to feel is strong hands upon her skin, feel his firm chest against hers, hear his voice strained in passion waft over her ears. Madara was so intense, she often felt like she was suffocating, as his glare, alone, was enough to take her breath away.
From the time they first grappled on the floor of this cave after she found out his identity, she felt something spark between them. In the moment, the adrenaline she felt blinded her, but looking back on it, she couldn't help the flare of heat she felt as she remembered being pinned beneath him.
She wanted to experience that rush again.
Being beneath such a powerfully intimidating man such as Madara made her body tingle with excitement. Wanting so badly to see these feelings through, she patiently awaited his answer. Based on his current body language, it would seem he was entertaining her proposition... a thought that aroused her to no end.
Lifting her chin, he brought her face closer to his. Sakura felt her body tense up as the space between them closed. He was taking his time, watching her closely and keeping her on edge.
"We can stop at any time. Just say the word. I'm doing this at your request, and solely for your benefit."
"I know," she admitted with a tinge of embarrassment. "Just show me."
"No need to be afraid. In fact, I think you'll be surprised to find out just how good it feels."
Nodding shyly at his words, Sakura gulped as she closed her eyes and began to mentally prepare herself. Her heart was throbbing against her chest, her stomach was in her throat as she was suddenly all nerves and too aware of her own breath.
Hearing the shifting of fabric, she soon felt the couch dip under his weight as Madara moved closer towards her. Feeling the heat of another so close to her face, she stiffened in suspense. He was so close to her, she could smell his skin and feel his calm breath tickle her face.
And then, she felt it.
Lips.
With a gentle press, his lips found hers. He stilled against her, and then slowly pulled away. She felt his hand cup her jaw as he tilted her head at a better angle. Again, his lips were pressed against hers, only this time, it was a much fuller kiss. Unsure of what to do, she pursed her lips, mirroring his efforts as time seemed to slow between them. Each movement was slow and lazy, no hurry in sight as she kept up with the careful pace Madara had set.
His lips were firm, yet gentle, and the sound of their kisses intermingling with their breath was turning her on. Loving the feel of his slow kisses, she released a shaky exhale which turned into a whimper as she felt the hot flick of his tongue against her bottom lip.
She felt him smile against her, but parted her lips as she felt his tongue return. The hot muscle slipped inside her mouth and began to message her own. The sensation this caused was indescribable. She could taste the bitter notes of fruit from the Sake on his tongue, but soon forgot about that entirely.
As their tongues danced against one another, she couldn't help the moan that escaped as she felt the heat return to her face. The feeling of another tongue massaging her own was something Sakura had never experienced before, and she soon found out just how much she loved the sensation.
There was a flutter in her stomach as their kisses became more heated. Each time he pulled away for air, she would whimper, craving his return. The deeper and quicker their kisses became, the less Sakura was in charge of her own body.
Excited by all the kissing, she was now frenzied and restless.
She wanted more.
Simultaneously, they pulled away from each other, only to realize the same obvious truth. Urgent hunger was alive in their eyes.
Disliking the space between them in their current position, Sakura craved to be closer. In a bold move, she threw her leg over Madara's lap, so that he was trapped between her knees. Straddling him now, she placed her hands upon his chest as she supported herself as their kissing continued.
She hummed in approval as she felt his hands creep up her thighs and come to rest on her hips. Unbeknownst to her, she had become so excited that her hips began to rock against him. Kiss after kiss, her mind became swept away, losing all sense of reality, until she felt his hands grip onto her waist, stilling her movements.
Breathless, Sakura looked upon the amused face of the man beneath her. He was grinning at her, and she immediately felt insecure.
"What?" she panted, settling against his lap.
"What's the hurry? This is a moment to be savored, not rushed."
"Sorry," she admitted, hanging her head in embarrassment. "What are you doing to me?" she sighed, covering her face with her hands.
"Let's change things up, shall we?"
As his arms circled around the small of her back, he lifted them slightly off the couch, before lowering her down onto its cushions. Propping himself up on one forearm, he settled between her legs, running his other hand up her bare leg in an effort to soothe her.
There was a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, but there was nothing sinister in the enamored glint of his eyes. His heavy gaze sent a flare of desire down her spine as she realized just how close they were now. She could feel the weight from his body as he settled on top of her, blanketing her in his warmth.
Dipping down, Madara pressed another slow kiss to her lips, but the kiss felt like so much more this time. His body was fully against hers, the firm feeling of his chest against her breasts was enough to make her nipples hard as the thin fabric of their yukatas was negligible. The friction grazing her tiny buds was enough to send a chill down her spine, and when she felt their hips press together, a warmth pooled deep inside her loins.
As Sakura released a shuddering breath at their newly found closeness and the wonderful new pressure it created, Madara brought a hand up, gently sweeping aside a stray hair from her face.
"See what you're doing to me?" he groaned, rocking against her hips so she could feel the stiffened result of their interaction so far.
Groaning as she felt the hardened member prod her center, she blushed as only a mere layer of fabric separated her from what was soon to be inside her. She felt the urgency return, but with Madara atop her, it made moving as she pleased very difficult.
Instead, she watched him, allowing the anticipation to build as his fingers ghosted over her cheek before tracing her barely parted lips. In a moment of brazenness, Sakura kissed his fingertip, letting her tongue briefly flick over the tantalizing digit. As Madara raised a brow at her, her ample lips closed over his finger and gave a gentle suck.
As his breath hitched, Madara released a growl from the depths of his throat and let his eyes fall shut as she repeated the gesture. Her actions caused him to roll his hips against her once again, and she reveled in the feeling of his hot and eager arousal pressing against the origin of the ache she felt growing between her legs.
Pulling his moistened finger from her mouth, he let his hand slide down the front of her yukata, quickly finding a stiffened nipple. Giving the tiny bud a pinch between his thumb and forefinger, Madara watched in awe as her mouth fell slack and her head fell back. He could tell that even this little bit of contact was almost too much for her to handle. Her reactions were so raw and untainted, he was amazed at the purity of her display.
His hand cupped the flesh of her breast, kneading it gently as she began to writhe beneath him. She was panting and licking her lips, her mouth seeking him out as her hands wrapped behind his neck and pulled him down to her.
All too eager to comply, Madara claimed her lips once again, tongue plunging in to find and curl around hers. The intensity was sparking once again, as they both stopped thinking and simply started reacting. Sakura groaned at the loss of his hand upon her breast, tearing her mouth from their kiss as she felt it reappear below her waist.
She felt his callused hands slip beneath the yukata and slide down the center seam of her underwear, his thumb finding the swollen bud at the apex of her center. Madara began drawing circles around this sensitive bundle of nerves, and Sakura felt her back arch with a blinding pleasure. Instantly, her legs opened further as her hips widened to make more room for his torturous movements.
The sensations he was causing were mind numbing, as Sakura felt every nerve in her body spark and flicker. Her whole body was aching for more as it undulated beneath his encircling digit. She felt the warmth flare deep within her, like a coil winding slowly as his circles became smaller and faster around the pulsating bud.
Her vision began to blur, and she was barely aware of his mouth as it kissed and suckled at the flesh of her neck. His deep voice was huskier than normal, but purred against her ear, encouraging her to let go and enjoy the ride.
She writhed around, head shaking from side to side as she felt a dampness between her legs. Something was building inside her body, and she was but a passenger to the escalating frenzy that was going on within. The world spun around her as she willingly surrendered herself to the onslaught of sensations she was experiencing at the hand of the man atop her.
His pace quickened once again, and Sakura's back arched so violently, she nearly launched both of them off the couch. She was gasping and whimpering, begging for more as she felt her body wind aching tight under his ministrations. Every muscle was clenching, as the tight coil deep within her threatened to spring free. She could feel that she was on the cusp of something explosive, groaning as she anticipated its impending release.
"Show me," his dark voice commanded.
With his words, Sakura felt her entire body tense, and soon she was convulsing beneath him. As if she had been teetering along the edge of some precipice this entire time, she felt as if she had been suddenly pushed over its edge and was now falling. Wave after wave, liquid hot pleasure ripped through every fiber of her being. Her eyes had rolled back in her head as she held onto this man tightly, fingers twisting and clenching the fabric that covered the taught expanse of his back as she pulled him close.
Crying out against his shoulder with her fiery release, Sakura felt nothing but pure elation. She had fallen head first into such blinding pleasure, but instead of hitting the bottom, she now felt like she was floating. The weight of stress and anxiety had melted from her body, and as her breath found her once again, she sighed loudly in content.
As her body was left flinching in the aftermath of her orgasm, Madara's fingers had slowed their movements. Gradually, Sakura opened her eyes, only to meet the devious smirk he was now wearing as he sucked her juices from his thumb.
"How do you feel?" he purred, kissing down her exposed sternum where her yukata had fallen open.
"Whoa..." her voice cracked, as she tried to form words.
Madara could tell she was still buzzing from the climax she had just experienced, and was still trying to come back down to Earth. He watched as her body seemed to melt into the couch and her breathing became calm and shallow. Her eyelids, as if blinking was too troublesome, began to close as she muttered something about feeling exhausted under her breath.
Smiling to himself, he sat up and reached for the blanket. He covered her disheveled form, and kissed her gently on the forehead before climbing into bed himself. His own body was aching for relief, but it would have to wait. The alcohol they had consumed was catching up to him, as he yawned and rolled over on his side.
Painful erection aside, tonight concluded a pretty interesting day. Smiling into his pillow, his thoughts returned to the beautiful blossom quietly snoring on the couch.
Boundaries had been crossed, and lines were blurred... what exactly were they to each other now?
Hesitant to follow that train of thought to its natural conclusion, Madara closed his eyes and allowed sleep to take him.
Startled from her slumber by a violent cold chill, Sakura began to shiver. Turning towards the hearth, her bleary eyes noticed the fire was nothing more than a smoldering pile of embers, their glow barely visible in the thick darkness of the cave.
Sitting up, she clenched the covers around her shoulders, instantly feeling the uncomfortable wetness between her thighs. Immediately, the flurry of memories filled her mind as she was transported to what had happened earlier.
She blushed knowing that his actions had caused such a reaction from her inexperienced body, but she assumed that was entirely the point. She had asked him to do this. She wasn't sure what she was getting herself into, but now, she was even more curious. She had been given a small taste of pleasure, and now found herself craving more.
But first, she needed to clean up.
Abandoning the blanket, she tiptoed to the bathroom. Shivering as the cold slate chilled her feet, Sakura made quick work of cleanup and relieved herself. After discarding her damp panties and washing up, she made her way back through Madara's bedroom area, pausing as she passed his bed.
Staring toward the couch, hating that the heat source had been extinguished some time ago, she ultimately decided on slipping into bed beside the man responsible for opening her eyes to the pleasure she now had a taste for. As she settled in beside him, Sakura sighed as she felt enveloped by the warmth beneath the covers.
She thought about snuggling up beside him, but didn't want to risk waking him. He was sleeping so peacefully that the soft sounds of his breathing were lulling her back to sleep. She was warm, and lying beside the first man she had ever allowed to touch her.
But there was one niggling thought that kept bothering her... she was still a virgin.
Sure she had experienced her first orgasm, but she still had no idea what it felt like to have someone else inside her. At this point, all her friends had left her behind. They all had plenty of experience in that department, so Sakura – out of embarrassment – avoided sex talk like the plague. There was absolutely no one she could open up to about her questions and reservations regarding that particular subject.
She, too, wished to know the pleasures of sex and all that it entailed. Surely Madara didn't take her for a fool, as she was quite serious about the matter. Yes, he had helped her reach climax, and it had felt otherworldly... but her troublesome virginity was still intact.
In that moment, she had felt satisfied, but not at all fulfilled.
With any luck, Madara would make good on his promise to help her alleviate the inconvenient burden she still carried. Tucking the covers under her chin, Sakura curled up on her side, facing away from the soundly sleeping man that was sure to haunt her dreams.
It wasn't long before her mind was filled with visions of him.
His smoldering smile...
His nimble fingers...
His tantalizing tongue...
Here in dreamland, all roads lead to Madara. Sakura couldn't help herself, she could only follow the path... her body all too eager to reach the treasure at its end.
