I woke up when Hinata slipped out of bed, but I didn't actually open my eyes until the shower started. Realizing she was actually up and not just using the restroom or getting some water, I crawled out too. My head ached lightly from my hangover, but the memories fresh in my head kept the grin on my face as I trailed along after her.

She didn't jump or jolt or anything of that nature when I opened the clear glass door, she just seemed to shrink into herself a little. Annoyingly, she didn't turn to face me. She even shrunk down even more when I gently wheeled her around. The aggressive lack of any expression on her face, combined with the way she refused to meet my eyes, displayed fear I think.

It was concerning enough that I lifted a hand up to her face without moving it.

"Do you want me to go?" I asked, brushing her cheek with my thumb.

"No! No, you can- I mean it's your shower and…y-you can, I don't mind if you stay," she rambled out.

I slowly brushed my hand lower, down her slender neck, along her shoulder and down her arm, loving the feel of her wet skin. She gave a ghost of a smile when I gave her hand a gentle squeeze. A throaty chuckle found its way out of my throat.

"You are fucking stunning, you know that?" I asked, looking her over like never before thanks to the bright light overhead.

"I…. don't stare," she squeaked out, face going red as she broke our gaze.

"But I might never see this again," I retorted, immediately cursing myself when she seemed upset by the reminder. Lord knows I was. I kissed her shoulder, then rested my forehead there. "It's like staring into the face of god!" I added playfully, bringing my hands up to give a firm squeeze to her breasts. Her big, round, sopping wet perfect breasts.

God was it even possible to frown staring at those?

When a soft laugh slipped out I looked back up at her, massaging her breasts in soft, simple motions as our eyes met. The shy smile on her face immediately turned to a flustered one. Deciding to make this problem worse, I asked a question.

"Can I suck on them Hinata, please?" immediately she made a noise, long and soft but high-pitched. I let the silence linger. Staring at her utter mortification made me chuckle, and squeeze them a little extra hard. It also made me ask again. "Was that a yes?"

She only nodded in answer. Both her hands flew up to cover her face, though I got look enough at the humiliation she seemed to feel from her little outburst. So fucking cute. I kissed the back of the hand covering her cheek, then I did it again a couple more times. When her breathing seemed to be something approaching normal, I moved to her breasts.

I moved slowly, kissing my way down, down her neck, her collar, her shoulders. Her nipples kept brushing against me, as she took her deep breaths with me huddled so close. The angle was a little awkward, but it was worth it.

So fucking worth it.

Hell, just for the squeal she released alone, the one she let out as my tongue poked and prodded her tit. She was just goddamn inhuman, the way so little seemed to drive her so crazy, she made a guy feel important, powerful…attractive.

It had been a long time since the school days when girls threw themselves at me without abandon. I still got offers once in a while, even despite the ring I'd been wearing, but nothing like back then. Whatever positive feelings that stirred were nothing compared to this. A girl under you behaving like a little intimacy together is the most unbelievable thing in the world really stroked your ego.

The fact she was the sexiest woman in the village was just icing on the cake.

I paused my ministrations, as hoped this got her immediate attention.

"Can I eat you out?" I inquired, dripping a hand lower.

"I-you don't have to do that," she offered. "We uh…we could… if you want, put it in again?"

"Is that just you being afraid to accept oral, or are you that eager to have my cock in you?" I couldn't help but think it was the second. Though not completely sure, I contented myself in dipping my fingers past her outermost layer, teasing her with light touches while the shower rod blasted on her back, swimming off of her like an ethereal cloak.

Her body began to shake as I stared and stirred at her womanhood.

Then she sucked in a sharp breath.

"…just put it in," she murmured, barely audible and making my grin pull up. By the time my eyes flicked back to her face she had hidden it again, buried it in her hands. Seeing this I grabbed either of her shoulders and moved her back. Delighting in the squeak she released as her spine hit the tile wall.

"Sorry, was that cold?" I whispered in her ear, casually grinding the head of my cock at her entrance. When she didn't answer I pushed in just a sliver. "Do you want me to reposition the shower rod so that it's warmer?" I teased further, hearing her practically sob inside her hands in frustration. "Nata I don't want you to be uncom-"

"Just put it in! Please!" she interrupted, even leaning forward to push her messy black mop against my shin. Even grabbing my arms with either of her hands as soon as her face was hidden again, squeezing my biceps and digging her nails in!

Well, how could I refuse?

She let out a long, high-pitched but guttural cry as I began to spear in, only just beginning to breathe again as I bottomed out. I let out a deep breath of my own. It felt so wonderful inside of her, so delightful to have her squeezing and throbbing against my meaty rod.

So different from Sakura.

My wife would have speared her nails into my back and hammered her pelvis against me without a tenth of the buildup. She'd cry and call out so loud we wouldn't even hear the soft thrumming of the water, she'd bark out her demands between gasps to make sure I kept my pace exactly where she wanted it as it changed.

Hinata was….passive? Responsive? Special.

Just special.

Just Hinata.

The quiet of our rutting, accented only by my heavy breaths and what squeaks could escape from her, made it feel almost tranquil. Even as my heart sped and my head grew warmer with sweat. Breaths began to spill out of her mouth, and shortly thereafter her face was in my chest again, her hands up on my shoulders as we sped up together.

It almost felt like something wrong. The approaching orgasm, like it was a weight we both needed to heave together. Hinata certainly made a noise of exertion as she squeezed down, sighing heavily as her muscles relaxed, almost went limp in my arms.

I couldn't have lasted another minute.

She didn't say a word as I filled her with a heavy groan. Not as I floated back to earth either, we continued holding each other as my head slowly became clear enough to speak.

"Fuck. That was the best sex of my life,"

"S-sasuke don't say that," she protested gently. "Sakura-"

"-Sakura is going to be my ex-wife by the end of the week. I don't think I owe her any more courtesy, and you definitely don't,"

"Y-you…. you're really going to divorce her?"

"Of course," I assured, genuinely curious by her surprise. She hadn't tried to talk me out of it or anything last night. What was this about?

"Um… well uh…. do you…" my concern grew as she continued fumbling out words without saying anything. She looked so damn scared. For a brief, blissful, idiotic moment I thought she was going to propose a second divorce. To ask if we could have something more permanent if she left Naruto. "M-maybe this doesn't… I mean if you're both single then… maybe we could… have this continue? Both I mean! I-I-I could, if you want I could come over sometimes maybe, a-a-nd Naruto could keep seeing Sakura, when they wanted. He'd agree to it," her words turned a little sad at the last remark, but more than anything she seemed just a nervous wreck.

Terrified of my answer.

I laughed before I kissed her, long and slow, tender, smiling whimsically at the sight of the grin on her face.

"Do you really think there's any chance I'll say no to that?"

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