I DO NOT OWN NARUTO

And she's back folks! After a couple of days of eye drops and antibiotics big enough to choke a horse, her eyesight has returned!

"Stupid Uchiha! Who the hell does he think he is anyway! He has no right to tell me that I am HIS woman, and act all he-man macho!" Sakura seethed as she ripped the roses from her hair.

"STILL IT WAS PRETTY SEXY-THAT POSSESSIVE GLARE, AND BARELY UNDER CONTROL TEMPER! I'M IN YOUR BODY TOO, SO DON'T EVEN TRY TO PRETEND THAT IT DIDN'T MAKE YOU WANT TO MELT!" 'Inner' said slyly.

"SO WHAT IF HE IS SEXY! CALLING ME HIS WOMAN! WHAT ARE WE- CAVEPEOPLE?" Sakura huffed angrily. She lifted her arms to let the pins out of her hair, and twirled around leaping into a defensive position when she felt the chakra signature behind her. Her jaw dropped in shock when she realized it was Itachi.

"WHAT IN THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY BEDROOM?" Sakura screamed shrilly.

"I needed to talk to you, and I knew that you would more than likely slam the door in my face." Itachi said calmly.

"Damn straight! Now get the hell out of my house, and stay away from me!" She hissed at him venomously.

"No." He refused.

"Why you-" Sakura filled her fist with chakra, and aimed for his head. In a slick move, Itachi caught her hand, and twirled her around, pinning her between his body and the wall. Sakura struggled against him, cussing and yelling out threats of what she was going to do to him once she was free. Itachi pressed her harder to the wall, pushing his stiff erection against her buttocks. Instantly, Sakura froze in place.

"Are you ready to listen?" Itachi asked huskily while rubbing back and forth against her. Sakura let out a shuddering breath, and went limp, her knees refusing to hold her up. This was what she was afraid of the whole time- why she didn't want him to touch her. She wouldn't be able to resist him. She was already wet just from feeling him rub up against her, and they still had all their clothes on. Itachi leaned down and delicately traced the shell of her ear with the tip of his tongue, before taking the lobe into his mouth and sucking it lightly. Sakura let out an involuntary moan, and pushed back against him before she could stop herself. Itachi growled and thrust himself against her ass.

"I have controlled myself up until now, my little cherry blossom. You have no idea how much I want to rip your clothes off, suck those beautiful red nipples of yours, and bury my aching cock inside you. So unless you want to be taken before I explain myself, I suggest you hold still." He told in a strained voice.

At the mental images that Itachi painted for her, Sakura grew so wet that her juices started to slip down her thighs. She gasped and her nipples hardened almost to the point of pain. She felt pleasurable mini-spasms fire off in her womb, and she couldn't resist the urge to press back against his hardened arousal one more time.

"Fuck woman! I am not made of stone- hold still! I need to-" Sakura wiggled one more time, deliberately rubbing her ass against his dick, and Itachi lost the battle over his self-control. In a few seconds flat, he had Sakura laid out on her bed, the corset unlaced, and suckling hard on of her delectable red nipples. Sakura's back arched up off the bed, and she cried out in pleasure, as she brought up her hands, burying them in his hair to hold his mouth to her breast.

Itachi groaned harshly, and his dick throbbed, pre-cum starting to leak out already. He treated her other nipple to the same treatment, and then kissed her passionately, his tongue wrestling with hers as they explored each other's mouths. Fumbling desperately, Itachi yanked up her short skirt, and ripped off her panties. He growled into her mouth when he felt how wet she was, and before she had a chance to think, his mouth replaced his fingers.

Sakura screamed out his name, orgasming as he thrust his tongue into her pussy again and again, lapping up her juices. He kept going until she laid under him quivering, and then he switched techniques on her.

"Oh god Itachi! You have to stop! I can't take any-" Sakura pleaded to no avail, as Itachi flicked his tongue over her clit, and thrust two fingers into her tight pussy. As she begged and writhed underneath his mouth, he worked her up into a second orgasm, this one lasting longer, and causing intense waves of pleasure to rock through her womb. After licking her clean, he pulled back and starred down at her with a dark hunger in his eyes.

Sakura looked up at him, her eyes glazed over with pleasure and apprehension at what she saw in his eyes. She laid there unable to move as he rose up and quickly undressed. Her eyes widened when she saw how big his dick was. It was almost ten inches long and thick. Just the sight of it scared her, and perversely enough, made her womb throb while her mouth watered. Seeing the lust take her over, Itachi climbed on top of her and in one smooth motion, thrust into her until he touched her cervix.

Sakura screamed his name and threw her head back, tossing it back in forth on the pillows as he began pounding into her. Each thrust was harder and deeper, and just as she felt her third climax of the night start to build, Itachi grabbed her face. He forced her to look up into his eyes.

"You are mine. (THRUST) From this moment (THRUST), until the day we die. (THRUST) Marry me!" He growled at her, as she flew over the edge into mindless pleasure, and her tight pussy clamped down onto him, the force of her spasming muscles forcing him to cum. He threw his head back and shouted out her name, as the waves of intense pleasure rippled through his body, milking him dry of every drop of semen.

Itachi pulled out her, and collapsed to one side, pulling her into his arms. For several minutes, they both relished the aftershocks rocking their bodies as they focused on learning to breathe again. Itachi started to chuckle, and Sakura raised her head wearily to glare at him.

"What?" She asked a bit belligerently.

"When Mother told me that I should grovel at your feet, I don't think this is what she had in mind." He told her with laughter still quivering in his voice. Sakura blushed bright red, and despite herself, she began to laugh with him. Eventually, they stopped laughing, and Itachi starred into her eyes, with a totally uncharacteristic shyness.

"So?" He asked softly.

"So what?" Sakura teased gently, as she twirled a lock of his hair around one of her fingers. Itachi reached out and cupped her cheek tenderly.

"Sakura Haruno- will you marry me?" He asked.