Hey everyone. Welcome to part 2. This chapter contains SEX so stop reading now if you're offended by adult material or are under 18.
This story describes events that take place in the manga but warps the time line. I don't want to hear any complaints about it being impossible for Sakura to be this old when meeting him again It's my story. I can mess with the time line however I want.
Evanescent Perfection
"Let me show you what I mean Sakura," he whispered against her ear, his body molding against hers once more, forcing her back against the wall's cool surface. "Let me show you my art."
This was it. She could push him off her and demand he leave and then proceed to forget this night ever happened, or she could welcome the unknown and the dangerous, the lustful and wrong, all the things that Sakura Haruno usually didn't jump headlong into. However her mouth answered for her before her logical and sensible could talk her out of it.
"Ok."
Her answer was soft, barely audible but to Sakura's own ears it was deafening for she had sealed her own fate with the utterance of two little letters. Deidara had heard it too, for the instant her response left her mouth, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers in a kiss that was hot and demanding but not exactly forceful. His tongue traced her full bottom lip before taking the soft flesh lightly between his teeth and the pink haired kunoichi instantly felt a rush of heat pool in her core.
The hand at her waist continued to rub random patterns over the skin it could reach, the lips and tongue on the palm kissing and licking irregularly, causing her to tremble slightly as her muscles jumped and flexed. When at last she parted her lips to allow him access, she found herself swept away by the sensation of his tongue stroking hers. He seemed determined to explore every inch of her mouth and Sakura allowed him to, trying to respond with equal passion.
When the hand on her waist slipped around to grab her ass firmly, she couldn't help the needy noise that escaped from the back of her throat. Her body was arching into his, seeking his warmth and comfort and he gladly pressed back against her, feeling her lush breasts against his net covered chest.
Deidara finally broke away from her, allowing them both to catch their breath and noticed with smirk that her chest was heaving from just one kiss and her eyes were big and green and hazy with lust as she stared up at him. Shit, the way she looked at him like that made him want to tear her clothes off and ram into her, crushing her against the wall and fulfilling his own burning desires. But that wouldn't serve his artistic purposes.
He hadn't planned on bedding anyone tonight. He was weary from traveling all day and had been looking forward to a night spent in a real bed as opposed to sleeping on grass and rocks. But when he had seen the cloaked kunoichi sitting at the bar, when he had talked with her and heard her own opinions on art, he couldn't help his mounting fascination with the pink-haired woman, and yes, she was most definitely a woman now instead of the girl he remembered her as. The shapely hips and full breasts pushed against his body now proved that much. She was also extremely beautiful, her exotic pink hair and stunning jade eyes probably turning more than a few heads everywhere she went, but despite her skill as a kunoichi and all the death and blood and she had soaked her hands in, she still retained a sort of naiveté, an innocence that made her even more appealing. She claimed she was not a virgin but she was so responsive to every caress, her soft gasps and murmurs at every touch telling him that whatever man she had been with had not taken the time with her that she deserved. Well, all that would change right now, for now that he had such potential for exquisite art in his grasp he refused to let her go before they were both too exhausted to move.
He chuckled when the next squeeze of her rear extracted a slightly louder whimper and he let his hand smooth over the soft globes and around to her hip to slide up between her breasts to the zipper of her top.
He let his palm hover over the piece of metal and Sakura wondered what exactly he was waiting for until she felt a slight tug and looked down to see that the mouth on his hand had taken the zipper tab in between its teeth.
Sakura watched wide-eyed as the missing-nin lowered his hand, pulling the zipper with it until her shirt fell open, revealing the rounded globes of her breasts hidden only by layers of linen wrapping that looked like far too much work to unwind. Well, there were other methods of undressing her.
At the sight of the kunai drawn from some unknown place, Sakura's reflexes immediately kicked in and she grabbed his wrist with the intention to wrench it around and snap it clean off his arm but he smashed his body against hers, trapping both their hands between them and halting her movements.
"Easy there kunoichi," he breathed against her neck. "I'm just going to cut your bindings off. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm sorry for pulling out a weapon without giving you some warning, yeah."
Sakura felt his grip on the kunai loosen and his body back off from hers. Reluctantly she released her death-grip on his wrist as well and the metal weapon fell to the floor.
"There's no need to cut these. I can remove them myself," she said coolly, kicking the blade away just in case he should try something unexpected. Deidara just shot her a grin, although this one was slightly sheepish as she began to methodically unwrap the bindings from around her torso.
"If I get rid of all the places where I hide weapons, will you relax a little?" he asked, noticing how stiff her body was.
"You don't need weapons to kill me," Sakura said as she unwound the white fabric. "But I supposed it would help."
Deidara just nodded and reached for the bottom hem of his shirt while Sakura continued to divest herself of her own clothing. She didn't watch him strip, averting her eyes as she felt a wave of heat flood her cheeks. She wasn't sure why she did it, considering she had seen countless men naked, but she didn't want to gawk like some inexperienced schoolgirl at the sight he was currently uncovering.
She hardly had time to complete the thought before he was back against her, his hot body pressing her to the cool wall. He cupped her cheek with one hand and gave her a roguish grin.
"Better?"
Well, if naked was better, then yes, it most certainly was. Although she couldn't see his arousal due to their close proximity, she could most definitelyfeel it, hot and hard and pulsing slightly against her thigh. Just the feel of it sent the walls of her sex into a fit of mini contractions as her body practically begged for the hot flesh to fill her and satisfy her need.
"Um…yeah," she panted out, when all other words escaped her.
The Akatsuki member's lips curled into a smirk that was less mischievous and more genuine as he let his thumb rub over her bottom lip, studying her face as the lips of the hand pressing against her cheek pursed to place a soft kiss on her face.
"You're something else, yeah. It's not often I'm so captivated by a woman."
"Well, I wasn't exactly expecting this either," Sakura said softly, green eyes locked with piercing blue that fluttered closed only when he leaned in for another kiss.
His kiss was sweeter than she could ever have imagined from a criminal like him and she found herself looping her hands around his neck. She rested her head in the hand that was cradling her cheek and moaned softly at the feeling of his strong and pliant tongue twining with hers. So caught up was she that she didn't notice his second hand move to her now bare breasts until the strong fingers closed over one soft globe and gave a slight squeeze.
"Mmm," Sakura purred into his mouth, immensely enjoying his gentle ministrations that were so different from Kiba's careless groping.
Spurred on by her response, he brushed his thumb over the sensitized nipple, feeling it harden and distend beneath the calloused pad. His gentle teasing only caused her to seek his mouth more desperately, her kisses becoming increasingly heated and needy, but when he let the mouth on his palm suck on the rosy bud, Sakura practically squealed against his lips.
A low chuckle rumbled from the back of Deidara's throat at her response and he let the hand on her cheek slide to the back of her neck, tangling his fingers in her hair and holding her still as he plundered her mouth with his own while his hand continued to suck and nibble until she was practically writhing in his grip.
Sakura had never been one to make a lot of noise but the way his tongue lapped over the hard bud of her nipple sent electrified pleasure through her veins, making it impossible to keep silent. With every pass of the pliant muscle, she felt more and more heat and moisture gather in her loins until a dull, aching throb started to pulse. The only thing between them now was her black shorts which were getting increasingly damp at the crotch. She could feel his own need burning hot on her thigh and she began to grind against him heatedly, whimpering against his lips when his hard length brushed her cloth covered sex.
When Deidara broke the kiss, the moans that had been previously muffled by his mouth filled the room, her wanton cries and whimpers stroking not only his ego but his arousal as well.
"That's it Sakura, keep making those beautiful sounds for me."
When he moved his second hand from her hair to cover her neglected breast, her head fell back against the wall and she uttered his name in a low, throaty moan.
Seeing her like this, all squirming and breathless, filled the missing-nin with a sense of pride. He loved it when they were helpless under his touch, lost to the world as pleasure overwhelmed them. But Sakura was not just any woman. She was a kunoichi and an elite one at that. The fact that he could reduce her to such a state boosted his ego and gave him almost as much enjoyment as creating dazzling explosions with his chakra infused clay. She looked so beautiful, flushed and panting with her supple body almost completely exposed, and he hadn't even gotten to the part that was really going to make her scream. She was going to be absolutely breathtaking when he sent her over the edge. She would become a flawless work of art.
Sakura could hardly breathe. Even if his skilled hands had only managed to make her feel half of the pleasure she was feeling now, it still would have been enough to change her entire perspective of sex. Were these feelings even normal? The sensation of her skin burning beneath his fingers, of her knees turning to jelly, the painful throb between her legs that begged for fulfillment, for satisfaction. Her body had never desired a man as it did right now and Sakura wasn't sure what to make of it. The feelings were so new and intense that it frightened her a little but she had no intention of stopping, not when it was now so clear to her that every sexual encounter she'd ever had was insignificant when compared with what the blond man was currently giving her.
The feel of her round breast nestled snugly in his palm, the texture of her tightened nipples against duel tongues, her ragged and whimpering moans, all of it was driving Deidara to distraction. He wanted to take his time and savor every moment of this night, for it would no doubt be his only chance to create wondrous art with the pink-haired kunoichi, but he wanted so badly to bring her to the pinnacle, to see her at the most crucial of moments when she crossed the line from woman to masterpiece.
He pulled one of his hands away from her with a wet pop, making her shiver as cool air made contact with wet skin. The other hand continued to nibble at her breast, swirling the tongue around the pert nipple as fingers wandered down her flat stomach, lingering at the waistband of her shorts.
He wanted to rip them off of her, to expose that hot, tight center that would be the key to the rapturous explosion he sought to create inside of her, but he had to be sure she wouldn't lose her resolve. He had to be sure she wanted this.
"This is your last chance kunoichi," he warned, his smirk fading for a moment into a serious expression. "Once these shorts come off, I can't promise I'll be able to stop, yeah."
The visible eye that wasn't obscured by golden strands was so clear and piecing, like it was looking right through her skin and into her heart, searching for her answer. Why would an Akatsuki be so concerned about her, especially after she had already conceded to a night of passion? Perhaps he wanted to make sure she truly wanted this for the sake of his art. Knowing how important such things were to him, he would probably be dissatisfied if even the smallest detail was out of place. Well he need not worry; considering her pussy was already pulsating in anticipation of being filled, she most definitely was not going to back out now.
"Just get on with it," she panted brokenly and all too soon his second hand dropped away from her breast and the compact muscle that had been pressed against her was sliding away, moving down her body and taking that glorious heat with it. His thumbs slid between the black material and her skin and pulled it with him as he continued his slow descent down her body, working the shorts over her boots until he was kneeling at her feet with her shorts around her ankles.
"Shouldn't I take these off?" she asked softly, motioning to the knee high boots that she was wearing.
"Leave them," he rasped, glancing up at her with a smirk. "I like them on you. They're sexy."
"Oh," Sakura said, not sure how to react to his compliment. It seemed Deidara was a man of many strange fetishes.
Hesitantly, she stepped out of the garment and he tossed it away carelessly without rising. From his position on the floor, he let his eyes travel shamelessly over her body from the ground up until he at last arrived at her face, his features taking on the look of awe, lust and then finally returning to his arrogant smirk.
"I'm gonna enjoy touching every inch of you," he uttered huskily, his eyes conveying the second part of the sentence that his mouth did not speak.
'But I'm going to make sure that you enjoy it even more.'
Sakura's breath hitched as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to the firm skin of her thigh while his hands smoothed up her boot-covered calves,, traveling slowly upwards to join his head in licking and kissing until his mouth was hovering over the trim patch of curly pink hairs where her legs stopped and her hips began.
"Hmm, so that really is your natural color," he chuckled, letting his thumb graze over the wiry strands and noting that they were already damp with her desire.
Sakura had been questioned a hundred times about her natural hair color and some of the more perverted men she had run across had tried to convince her to prove it to them by exposing the particular patch of curls the missing-nin was now focused on. The only thing their comments had earned them was a black eye and a broken jaw, but now, Sakura couldn't even gather her wits enough to grumble about his lack of originality, not when he slid his hands perilously high up her inner thighs.
"Now which tongue should I taste you with first…?"
Sakura could feel her vaginal walls flutter when he tilted his face up to her and ran his tongue over his bottom lip.
Oh god, was he really going to do…that to her? Should she let him? The look on his face told her that she probably couldn't stop him even if she tried for he looked very intent on getting his way so she simply held her breath and waited for him to make up his mind.
The answer came soon enough when he began to rise slowly back up her body, hooking a hand under the back of her knee and lifting it as he went until he was standing at his full height with her knee hiked nearly to her shoulder and her shin dangling precariously over his hand.
"Deidara…" she whispered uncertainly, not so sure this unstable position was the best way to proceed.
"Shh," he soothed, pressing his chiseled body against hers to pin her against the wall and hold her still. "Just hang on to me. You're in for a ride."
Sakura could feel his heart thumping against her chest, the rhythm pounding as fast as her own. She could feel his lungs expanding and contracting against her heaving breasts, feel his rock hard thighs and even harder arousal molded to her body and started when she felt his hand brush over the rosy curls to cup her throbbing sex.
"Damn, you're so hot," he groaned when he felt the heat radiating against his palm.
"Are you really going to…?" Sakura trailed off, squirming slightly at the slight pressure of his hand against her.
"You bet I am," he chuckled, confident smirk back in place. "And the best part is that I get to watch you while I do it."
Sakura would have instinctively squeezed her legs together but the way he was holding her leg kept her spread open and unable to do anything about it. She could feel the lips on his hand pressed against the lips of her womanhood and for one breathless moment he stayed like that, his eyes trained on her face, her deep emerald orbs meeting his gaze.
Then slowly, she felt something wet and hot slide over her and press lightly against her entrance, causing her eyes to widen and her grip on his bare shoulders to tighten a little. The Akatsuki's only response was a soft chuckle as he pushed the tongue on his hand a little harder, forcing her swollen lips to part for him so he could ease inside her slippery passage.
Sakura let out a gasp of surprise that quickly melded into low moans of pleasure as she felt the foreign object push into her body. His tongue was flexible yet strong; the tip flicking around inside her like a snake exploring new territory and the sensation was entirely different from the careless thrusts of Kiba's fingers and member that she had experienced before.
She could feel muscles deep within her ripple at the intrusion, sending a wave of pleasure that was only prolonged as Deidara began to lap at her gently, sliding his tongue in and out of her and alternating between letting it glide over her outer lips and allowing the muscle to slither inside her like a living creature.
The blond found the musky taste that was saturating his probing tongue to be delicious. It was sweet and strong but contained something that was unique to the pink-haired ninja. He could feel her vaginal muscles instantly try and contract around him and pull him deeper inside where they could milk him for all he was worth but he wasn't quite deep enough for them to get a good grip. He had no doubt that she would be tight and glorious when he finally entered her. Most kunoichi were, but he was especially looking forward to joining with her body for some reason, though he couldn't say what it was. Somehow, this pretty little thing had captivated him and he was determined to draw this out until he was too tired to lift another finger to pleasure her.
Considering his strength and stamina, that could be quite a while.
She was staring at him through hazy emerald slits that were tinted a shade dark by her lust. Those pouty lips of hers were parted slightly, allowing breathy moans to pass with every slide of his velvet tongue. That look could bring almost any man to his knees yet he doubted she was aware of it and that made her all the more appealing.
When he let the teeth of his working hand playfully graze the fleshy nub directly above her slit, he felt her shudder against him and watched as her eyes slid shut and her head fell back against the wall, another guttural moan welling up from her very being. The tongue swirling inside her was assaulted by a fresh wave of rippling contractions and the iron grip she had on his shoulders tightened even more. The blond smirked deviously at her incredible sensitivity and repeated the move, allowing even white teeth to barely brush over the engorged flesh, but even the slightest touch was enough to make her bite her lip and squeeze her eyes shut tighter as her hips bucked into his hand.
If she was this responsive now, what would happen when he focused his tongue's attention on that throbbing little button? Deidara wanted to find out.
Still keeping one leg hoisted over his arm, he withdrew his tongue from her with a final lick, earning a frustrated whimper from the kunoichi. Her green eyes cracked open and fixed on him with a pleading gaze, wordlessly begging for him to continue.
"Have a little patience kunoichi. You should know we're just getting started."
Deidara watched her face as he slid his fingers towards her opening, letting the tip of his middle finger dip into her slightly and feeling the swollen flesh throb against his skin. She was already so wet that he could have pushed into her without resistance, her juices and his own saliva soaking her pink curls and beginning to cut sticky paths down her thighs, but he wanted her to be acutely aware that he was filling her up, her wanted her to feel her body stretch around him so he could watch her every reaction to him, just as he would when he finally filled her with something much bigger than his fingers.
Slowly and deliberately, he eased his finger forward bit by bit, admiring how her body opened up willingly for him before the muscles inside clamped down around him, instantly fluttering and pulsing as they tried to pull him deeper into her wet, molten heat.
Sakura could do nothing but make inarticulate noises of pleasure, soft moans and whimpers that only grew louder when her body began to contract around him, sending white hot sparks of bliss along every nerve ending. Her eyes lost focus on the pale blue orbs that were examining her as she was swept away by the wonderful feeling of his digit being sheathed inside her. At last her muscles had something to flex and ripple against, and every contraction was accompanied by sensations that stole her breath away.
Once his first finger was inside her up to the third knuckle, Deidara began to insert the second, presented all over again with the delicious view of the pink haired ninja striving to cope with all the pleasure that was being wrought upon her body. He felt her sex squeeze harder and couldn't help his own groan and shallow panting.
"Damnit Sakura, you're so fucking tight!" he growled, unconsciously letting the profanity slip as he imagined what it would be like to be buried to the hilt in her and have her flex around him the same way.
The kunoichi's only response was a wanton moan and to squirm against him, trying to buck her hips against his palm but not having much success with the way he was holding her leg. It felt so good to have him touch her like this but she wanted more. She wanted to feel the friction of his fingers sliding in and out of her but the way he had her pinned to the wall made her nearly helpless, unable to do much more than let him explore her body at his own pace.
When at last he had two digits deep within her, he curled them towards himself slowly, letting the calloused pads of his fingers drag against her slippery walls, enjoying the way her eyes widened at the feel of it. Whoever had taken her to bed previously must not have spent adequate time finding all the little spots that made her moan, for her expression was awed, though still lusty and heated. He let his fingers straighten out before curling them again, hitting points within her that had never before been explored and admired her radiance in the heat of their passion.
The mind blowing feelings Sakura was experiencing only intensified as Deidara finally began to move his fingers, starting at a torturously slow speed but gradually building momentum. Every slide in was accompanied by the wet sounds of her sex and heady feminine moans. Why did it feel so good? Even when she'd tried with her own fingers to see if she could experience what everyone said made sex so great she was sorely disappointed, finding only mediocre pleasure at best. She had started to wonder if maybe she just wasn't meant to have amazing sex, that she was unable to relax enough or her body just wasn't sensitive enough to feel that way but Deidara had proved that certainly wasn't the case. Every little touch made her feel like there was a fire inside her, burning and boiling, threatening to either consume her completely or burst outwards in a devastating explosion of ecstasy The fact that the clay user's eyes stayed fixed on her, watching her every reaction and clearly liking what he was seeing made it even more erotic. He wasn't doing this just for his own pleasure, but for hers as well, and that's what she had been missing all the times before.
Sakura was just as captivated by those pale blue eyes as he was by hers and that's just how the missing-nin wanted it. He wanted to see the lust and fire, the awe and wonder in those emerald orbs as he took her to previously unknown heights of pleasure. She was so beautiful when she looked at him like that, like she was going to crumble under his touch at any moment. Well if she thought it felt good now, she had better be prepared for what was coming next.
Deidara pushed his fingers into her sex a little deeper until his palm was resting against fleshy pink folds. As he continued to move his fingers inside her, he let the tongue of his hand slide out to swirl over the tight little button he had been ignoring until now. Just like any good shinobi, he saved his best tricks for last.
Sakura's moans had been deep and guttural before but the second she felt his tongue begin to lap at her clit, her voice rose to a scream loud enough to possibly be heard even through the thick stone walls of the room.
"DeidaraOh my Goooood!"
The last word was drawn out in a piercing cry as her inner muscles clamped down hard on his invading digits. The way his slick tongue teased her in time with his fingers was too much to handle. Already she felt she was at her limit but the pressure within continued to grow, promising that the impending explosion would be huge. This was already unlike anything she had ever experienced and she had no idea what to expect but as the pulses of intense pleasure began to meld into a continuous stream of indescribable bliss, Sakura began to think she wouldn't be able to handle whatever was forming within her.
"It's going to be too much! Stop, please! I-I can't…"
He felt her try and push him away feebly but her muscles were useless under his sexual onslaught. There was no way he was going to stop now, not when he was so close to completing the artistic vision he longed to see.
"Deidara, stop! I'm going to…ahh!"
Sakura let her head fall back against the wall without breaking their gaze but her sooty lashes threatened to flutter shut against the sensation. She saw that his smirk only grew more arrogant as he continued to drive her wild with minimal effort but the pink-haired ninja couldn't bring herself to be mad at him, even when he deliberately denied her request for him to stop.
Fingernails sunk into the muscles of his biceps, cutting crescent shaped welts in the toned flesh as she desperately tried to stop the tidal wave that threatened to sweep her away.
"Please…" she murmured, her green eyes hooded and heavy as she pleaded for mercy.
Deidara had no intention of giving it to her.
"Shh. Don't fight it," he soothed, even though he knew she was about to have her world completely and utterly rocked.
As his fingers massaged the slick flesh of her vaginal walls, his palmar mouth drew her clit into its wet haven and began to suckle softly, occasionally flicking it with an agile tongue.
No woman had ever walked away from his bed unsatisfied and Sakura was no exception, for the combined stimulation of his tongue and fingers sent her rocketing towards orgasm in only a matter of seconds. However, the missing-nin couldn't recall any other girl looking quite so beautiful as they rode wave after wave of pleasure.
Her whole body was trembling, even the leg held to her shoulder by his free hand was shaking violently and Deidara tightened his grip on her to keep her steady. He could feel the muscles of her sex squeeze his fingers painfully tight before they erupted into a series of undulating spasms that were followed by increased wetness and heat, but the thing that really held his attention was her face. Her eyes had finally drifted shut under the onslaught and her head was thrown back as her back arched as far as their close position would allow. Her lips were parted in a soundless scream, the pleasure temporarily robbing her of her voice and her face was contorted into a beautiful vision of utter passion. She was an explosion of lust, a fleeting moment of ecstasy that would soon fade away as her orgasm subsided, but here in this moment, he would enjoy this glorious piece of art and commit as much as he could to memory before it was gone.
Although Sakura's eyes were closed, color and light danced across her vision as her body was wracked with near painful pleasure. She was sure she was dying and was on her way to heaven at this very moment but as the intensity of the colors and sensations gradually began to fade, she became dimly aware of her own racing heart and the strong hand gripping her thigh. She could feel warm breath on her cheek and her own sex throbbing dully around the fingers that were still wedged inside her. She may not be dead yet but she couldn't help but wonder if what she just experienced was a little taste of an otherworldly place far better than the plane she lived on currently.
"Beautiful."
The kunoichi's eyes fluttered open at the sound of his deep and husky voice and it took a minute for her to focus on Deidara's awed face, but when she saw his rapt expression she realized he had been talking about her.
She wanted to say something, anything to let him know that he had just given her the most incredible orgasm of her life but all that came out was a soft sigh, her voice not yet recovered.
The Akasuki member didn't need words to know what she wanted to say. Her satisfied expression said it all and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride. He considered himself an excellent artist and his latest work had been one of his greatest, but the night was nowhere near over and he would not let his beautiful masterpiece rest just yet.
Now that her body was spent, Sakura's arms flopped to her sides, the muscles lax and useless now that every bit of her tension had been drained away. She could see the bloody marks she had left and her brow furrowed as she forced her eyes to focus on them. They were superficial and could be easily healed, but right now, she couldn't seem to control her chakra just right, considering she felt like boneless mush.
Gently, Deidara began to pull his digits out of her until he was at last free of her pulsating womanhood. The second he withdrew, sticky clear fluid began to leak from her opening, sliding down her standing leg in thick droplets. The tongue in his now sticky palm darted out to lap up the majority of her essence. He had always enjoyed the taste of a woman's nectar and he didn't want a drop of it going to waste.
He released her leg and eased back down to the floor but the second he pulled away from her she began to collapse, unable to hold her own weight. It amused him to see her in such a state for he knew what a strong fighter she was and to see her so weak and vulnerable was a surprising and somehow, arousing change.
He bent quickly to place an arm behind her knees and the other around her shoulders, effortlessly picking her up bridal-style and carrying her to the small bed. He noted how she immediately curled into him, seeming to forget they were ever enemies and he chuckled softly. It really was true that in this room, they were just a man and a woman.
He lowered both of them to the pale sheets, lying down on his back and letting her sprawl out over his chest, her head resting on the broad muscular surface while his hand stroked soothingly up and down her back. She was clad only in those provocative boots and he in nothing at all, but their heated bodies were oblivious to the chill in the room, warmed by passion and lust rather than physical clothing.
After a moment Sakura began to collect herself, forcing her breathing and pounding heart to slow and she placed her hands on his chest to steady herself as she lifted her head to look at him.
"Where the hell did you learn to do that?"
The breathless and dreamy tone of her voice that was an indicator of utter satisfaction caused the missing-nin's lips to curl into an arrogant smile.
"You should know that shinobi have many secrets they cannot disclose."
Sakura sighed in mock exasperation and rested her head against his chest again, letting her fingers run idly over the rippling expanse until they brushed over something that caused her head to jerk up in surprise.
She didn't know how she had missed it before, although in her defense, she had been a little distracted. However, even if she hadn't had a day of medical training, she still would have known that there was something on his chest that was highly abnormal.
Residing over his left pectoral was what looked like an elaborate seal, but what really caught her attention was the row of uneven stitching that bisected the strange markings horizontally. It was obvious the black threads were holding something closed, but this wasn't like a wound that needed to heal. Why on earth would he have an opening in his chest? Unless…
"Is…is that…anotherone?" she gasped, gawking at the sight before her. She knew the Akatsuki member already had two extra mouths, but a third one in hischest of all places set her medical mind reeling.
"Yes, it is," he chuckled, as if there was nothing strange about it at all.
Sakura let her fingertip rub over the raised surface of the stitches, utterly fascinated by the prospect of this man having a giant mouth where his heart should be. Did he even have a heart? Wait…that was silly. Of course he did. But where was it? And exactly how big was this mouth? It was hard to tell with it stitched closed like this. And why did he keep it closed? What did the seal do?
In the examination of her new discovery, she had rearranged her body so she could straddle his stomach and assess the seal better. So engrossed was she in her work that she didn't notice this new position gave Deidara a good view of her womanhood that was still glistening with moisture. The drool-worthy image was only compounded by those boots she was wearing and to make matters worse, he could even feel the heat and wetness of her against his abdomen. She was practically begging him to ravish her with a pose like that and he was only too happy to comply.
"Why do you need four mouths?" Sakura asked without letting her eyes stray from the seal.
Deidara's only response was to wrap his arms around her and sit up, flipping their bodies around and literally throwing her down on the sheets since the bed was too small to roll her over on to her back. He was on top now and clearly not in the mood to talk about something as boring as extra mouths, not when he could be using them on her instead.
"You ask too many questions kunoichi." he said with a sly smile that sent a flash of heat directly to Sakura's core. "Your curiosity is going to get you into trouble someday."
She could only gasp as he lowered his body onto hers, his head lowering to the crook of her neck so his lips could brush teasingly over her soft skin all over again. Her body shivered at the feather light touches but suddenly her focus was directed towards the hard length that was brushing against her belly. In her previous excitement, she had forgotten all about it but it was obvious he was not done with her. And yet, even as his lips trailed down to her collarbone, his actions were unhurried, as if he was in no rush to reach his own fulfillment and instead was more concerned about how he was making her feel. The concept was strange and wonderful but she had never been one to lay back and do nothing. She wanted to be an active participant in this process as much as he was even if she didn't have the skills and experience and magical hands that he did.
As his tongue slid out to draw lazy patterns over her throat, the kunoichi tried to slip her hand in between their bodies, searching for the hot flesh that was proof of his desire. Her fingers skimmed over his chest and down his taut stomach but when she brushed his erect manhood, a hand immediately wrapped around her wrist, pulling it away to pin the offending limb above her head.
Sakura shot him a confused and slightly aggravated look before trying to push him off of her with her free hand but he easily caught that that wrist is well. He was hovering over her now, her arms trapped on either side of her head. Did he expect her lay here like a rag doll while he had his way with her? She was grateful that he was spending the time to make sure she enjoyed this unlike Kiba who seemed happy with thrusting away without warming up her body much, but she didn't like the feeling of being helpless.
Deidara only grinned arrogantly, enjoying the fire in her eyes as she struggled against him. He had no doubt she would be quite proficient in returning the pleasure to him but he had never been one to let his women take the lead in bed. To him, sex was t making the subject reach the pinnacle of bliss, the lingering moment in which they became a beautiful work of art, a fleeting explosion of passion. He was the artist and his women the subjects and it was only natural he be in charge. A model wouldn't be the one painting the painter, nor would the result be as artistic. Sakura was not the first to fight him on this matter but he was fairly certain he would be able to convince her to submit. There wasn't a subject he hadn't subdued yet…but then again, none of them were as fiery and strong as the medic ninja. She was indeed a special case.
"Sakura, stop fighting me ok? You need to relax…or I will make you relax."
Her glimmering eyes narrowed to jade slits.
"Is that a threat?" her voice had taken on a hard edge and her body had grown rigid beneath him. She still did not trust him and that was to be expected but he was regretful that she had lost the reckless abandonment she had displayed while against the wall. Their prior experiences with each other had not been pleasant and that only presented additional obstacles on the path to creating his masterpiece with her but he would overcome, for his first creation with her had already dwarfed some of his previous works. If he could just get her into the state of mind of trust and submission, the art would be truly glorious.
"I'm not threatening you," he said calmly. "But I can't make you feel good if you won't let me. I can't ease your loneliness if you won't let me in."
Once again those pale blue eyes were looking at her as if her skin was transparent and he would see into her mind, see all her thoughts and trepidations. What they were doing was wrong but she had already convinced herself she didn't give a damn. She was worried that he would make a fool of her but his eyes told her he had no intention. She had already gone this far with him so why turn back now? He had already proved beyond the shadow of a doubt that he was extremely capable of fulfilling her and if that meant she had to let her control slip a little bit, then so be it. If he had really wanted to kill her, he would have done so already.
Deidara could feel her wrists relax in his grasp and feel her body soften slightly as she forced her muscles to relax.
"Good girl," he said with a smile that didn't have such an arrogant edge to it and lowered his face to press his lips to hers softly, trying to reestablish the connection they had had before.
She hesitated as his tongue pressed against the seam of her lips but she relented and moaned softly when she opened up and was rewarded with the pliant muscle exploring her mouth all over again.
Good god how did he learn to kiss like this? Immediately, her skin felt like it was on fire all over again. The masculine flesh against her stomach suddenly felt like it was in the completely wrong place. She wanted to feel it lower…deeper…inside her and the way it twitched teasingly against her abdominals was maddening.
Sakura began to grind her hips against him in a desperate attempt to ease the pressure between her legs but didn't have much success. She felt the blond chuckle against her lips and he pulled away to regard her with a mischievous smile.
"Ready for more, kunoichi?"
Rather than give him an answer he was expecting, she lifted her head to grab his lower lip softly between her teeth and pull him back down into another heated kiss, earning a throaty growl of approval from the explosives expert.
He kissed her hard and passionately until her lungs were screaming for air. When he finally pulled away, he continued to shower kisses over her neck and collarbone until he arrived once again at the soft globes of her breasts. Still holing her hands above her head, he began to press hot, open mouthed kisses over the sensitive flesh, taking in every breathy sigh and low moan he extracted from her. Even as he was nipping at her flesh, he kept looking back at her face, watching the way her eyes drifted closed and how she bit her lip in ecstasy. He could see that her nipples were hard for him, distended as far as possible as they silently begged for the same attention that the rest of her breasts were getting. She would have to wait a little longer because he had other plans for her. He began to spread the same smoldering kisses down to her abdomen, sliding his hands down her arms when he couldn't maintain his grip anymore. Sakura moaned in both frustration and desire when she felt him move away from her breast without fulfilling her and also at the sensation of the mouths in his hands kissing and licking the sensitive skin of her forearms.
Deidara took his time exploring her body, memorizing every dip and curve of her feminine form. His face hovered over her hip bones now, swirling his tongue over the bony protrusion before descending even more to the tuft of candy-colored hairs between her legs as his hands came to settle over the soft peaks of her breasts.
"D-Deidara?" she uttered breathlessly as he felt his hot breath wash over her mound and his nose nudge at her inner thigh. He was looking at her again, his blue eyes as intense as ever and she felt a pleasurable ripple pass through her just from the meeting of their gazes.
"Open up for me," he said huskily and Sakura swallowed hard as she felt the lips of his hands resting on her sensitive nipples.
Hesitantly, almost shyly, the pink-haired woman spread her legs for the missing-nin, displaying velvet folds that were visibly throbbing in need.
Deidara's own member twitched at the sight, for although he'd had the pleasure of feeling those slick walls against his fingers, he hadn't yet had the opportunity to see them. He shouldn't be surprised that her sex was just as beautiful as the rest of her, all fleshy and pink and wet, but he still found himself staring in appreciation at her entrance, his shoulders wedged between her thighs and hands resting on her breasts.
"Please…Deidara, touch me."
It was her needy moan that snapped his out of his daze and one glance at her face told him she was more than ready for him.
"Put your legs over my shoulders," he ordered gently and Sakura complied, slinging boot-clad calves over to rest on his back so her pussy was as accessible to him as possible. The thought made her blush slightly but she wanted him to touch her so bad that she didn't care if it meant exposing herself like this. He was making her do crazy things and she couldn't even explain it. All she knew was the way he was examining the space between her legs like it was the most wonderful thing he had ever seen was raising her body temperature a few more degrees.
Deidara inhaled her musky, womanly scent, letting it flood his senses like a drug. He could see clear fluid continue to leak from her and knew she must be practically liquid inside. The tiny pink bud above her opening looked almost painfully swollen but he knew a trick or two that would ease her discomfort. Shifting his eyes to her face, he leaned forward and let his tongue sweep over her throbbing clit just as the mouths in his hands opened up to engulf both tightened nipples simultaneously.
Sakura had figured she would be in for more of the same overwhelming pleasure she had felt earlier but that still didn't prepare her for the barrage of sensations that assaulted her senses, making her back bow instantly and her hands fist in the sheets as she wailed his name until her voice filled the room.
Every stroke of his tongue sent her soaring, and considering he was using three of them, Sakura no longer had the capacity for rational thought, only the ability to feel.
The Akasuki member let his tongue stroke against her clit, feeling it throb against him with every pass before opening his mouth to suckle it. She tasted sweet and metallic all at once and the way her legs trembled around him and how the heels of her boots dug into his back only drove him on. He watched her expression as he released her clit and pushed his tongue past rippling folds into her core and was rewarded with the sight of her throwing her head back in a soundless scream. When he began to swirl his tongue within her however, her cries became quite audible.
His hands worked her breasts enthusiastically, alternately sucking and biting and licking the soft globes, feeling flesh against twin tongues that was so soft, he thought it might melt in his mouths.
Sakura was nothing more than a writhing mass, all nerve endings and erogenous zones. She couldn't think, only feel, she couldn't talk, but only make sounds of desire and need. She was reduced to her most primal state by his masterful ministrations and she could do nothing to stop him, only urge him on with bucking hips and strangled cries as he worked her steadily towards her peak.
Deidara smiled against her dripping sex as he watched her. This is what he had wanted. In this moment, she trusted him completely, was submitting to him whole heartedly. She had handed herself over mind, body and soul and he would make sure to reward her well for it. She had made herself vulnerable to a known enemy but he would do her no harm. Instead, he would take her to a place she had never been and admire her beauty while doing it and when she got there, she would temporarily transform into a masterful piece of art.
Her body felt hot, so incredibly hot. The slide of his tongue inside her was mind-blowing and the duel mouths sucking her nipples were making her mind go blank. Her core felt tight, like a spring wound and ready to snap. She was going to die, she was sure of it, because nobody could feel this good and live through it. Human bodies weren't meant to handle such things, were they?
With a final thrust of his tongue, Sakura broke into a million tiny pieces and floated away on the wind, her body strung tightly as every muscle spasmed and shook. Her scream of completion was nearly deafening but Deidara welcomed all of it, her pleasured expression, her thighs squeezing him, the hot gush of fluid against his tongue. She was even more radiant now than the first time and this still wasn't the last.
The pleasure never really ebbed away, but just became less intense as she came down from her high. She didn't float down gracefully this time but crashing back to reality, all too aware that all three mouths hadn't even slowed in their ministrations and were still lapping hungrily at sensitized flesh. Soon, the sensations became nearly unbearable.
"Deidara! Oh god…STOP!"
She wasn't sure if what he was doing was painful or if it just felt that good. Her entire body was convulsing madly as it tried to cope with all the stimulation. She was squirming, struggling, but she was too disoriented to make her muscles work accurately and he held her down easily. Her ability to speak was lost and she was reduced once again to cries and pants only now they were more desperate. Her vision was beginning to tunnel and her head started to swim. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew she was going to pass out.
And then it happened again, she was flying, soaring high even if her body was still on the bed. Her fingers twisted the sheets in a white knuckled grip and she screamed until her throat was raw as fire coursed through her veins.
She wasn't sure how long it went on but finally she was back to earth, trembling and sweaty in rumpled sheets as she fought to pull herself back together. Deidara's hands had left her breasts at some point and were now stroking up and down her sides. His face was still between her legs, pressing chaste kisses to damp and trembling thighs as he eased her down from her high.
She wanted to sit up but her body was no longer responsive to her demands and so she resigned herself to lying still, enjoying Deidara's warm hands on her and his reassuring kisses against her skin. After a moment, he lifted is head to peer at her over the curve of her hip and gave her another trademark smirk.
"I love it when you call my name like that, yeah."
Sakura hadn't been aware she had been calling his name at all. All she knew was that no one had ever come close to making her feel like this and no man probably ever would again.
She cracked a jade eye open and watched as he lowered his head to her quivering sex without looking away from her face and let his tongue flick abruptly over her engorged clit. Her entire body jerked in response and she felt a warm puff of air on her skin as he chuckled at her reaction. He did it again, this time letting his tongue slide over her slow and gentle but her body still spasmed violently, still overly-sensitized from back to back orgasms.
"No more!" she groaned, fighting to control her body as her legs shook against his shoulders.
Deidara's hands came to rest on her hips, holding them steady as his tongue began to lap rhythmically over her clit, forcing more whimpers from his lover's lips and more irregular jolts of her body. "I could do this to you all night kunoichi," he murmured against her fleshy folds, the vibrations of his voice making her shudder. "You're so damned beautiful when you come for me."
"No…no more, please," she panted, her eyes squeezed tight in pleasured pain as his tongue slipped into her core and began to slide in and out in a lazy rhythm, making her body twitch and spasm in the most wonderful ways.
"I told you I would make you relax, yeah," he chuckled, knowing full well that her muscles were useless to her now as he continued to slide his tongue into her at his own leisure, lapping up the juices that refused to stop flowing.
"You're a bastard," she said, although her words lacked malice considering they came out as a whimpering moan.
Her insult caused him to chuckle once more but he finally pulled his head away from her sex and mercifully stopped tormenting her body, crawling over her smaller form and rolling them onto their sides so he could hold the trembling woman in his arms.
He loved how responsive she was. Sensitive bodies made for fantastic art, but in this case he supposed he ought to give her a short break after pushing her so far. The last thing he wanted was for her to pass out in the midst of their passion and spoil his masterpiece. However, that didn't meant he couldn't mess with her a little bit.
"What's the matter kunoichi? I thought you liked what I was doing to you," he murmured against her hair as she rested against his chest, her body's quivering gradually decreasing.
"I did like it," Sakura huffed against his skin, annoyed by the obvious teasing tone his voice had taken on. "But there's only so much the body can take. Sensory overload can result in the inability to process all sensation so the body triggers a defense mechanism and simply shuts down so—"
"Sakura," Deidara said, rolling the medic on to her back. "You sound like a textbook, yeah."
She blushed slightly, knowing full well that he was right, but she couldn't help it considering she had read all those medical journals so many times that the words had been burned into her mind. She took her job very seriously after all and was determined to be the best medic she could possibly be, even if that meant sacrificing other things like the time to go out and meet other people…to meet men…to have a meaningful relationship at all.
"Sorry," she mumbled. "But textbooks seem to be my most constant companions."
"That's a shame," Deidara said with a wink. "Because that means this beautiful body of yours is going to waste."
Sakura giggled as he lowered his head to press his lips softly to her shoulder and soon, he was trailing kisses over her aimlessly, the lips on both hands doing the same. Sakura sighed in contentment, enjoying the soothing feel of his body weight settled atop her and the flutter in the pit of her stomach that arose with every brush of his lips against her skin. After a moment of comfortable silence, she finally spoke.
"You're a surprising person Deidara."
"I know. I saw the look on your face from the first second I touched you, yeah," he chuckled against her ear as his hands roamed over her flat stomach and curving hips.
"That's not what I mean. You're different from how I thought you would be. You're…"
"Charming…dashing…good in bed?" Deidara supplied, pausing to press a kiss to her throat, then her collarbone, then right between her breasts, making Sakura squirm a little.
"Well, yeah that," Sakura giggled again, this time catching herself in the moment and realizing she was in bed having amazing sex with an S-class criminal. The thought sobered her a little. "You're not a cold-blooded killer," she finished quietly and her words caused the blond to lift his head from where it was nestled against her naked chest. At first she thought maybe she had said something to anger him but then he crawled atop her form until they were nose to nose, those piercing blue eyes searching hers again.
"I don't enjoy killing, yeah," he whispered, his lips almost brushing hers as he spoke. "But I do what needs to be done for the group I'm loyal to, just like you Sakura."
Just like her? The thought that they could be so much alike made her eyes widen. Things had always been so black and white. She was good, they were evil. Her cause was right, theirs was wrong. Yet those few simple words turned everything around and Sakura didn't know what to think anymore.
When she had accepted this man's offer to jump into bed she supposed she had accepted out of sheer curiosity, but she had never imagined he would make her feel so good, to practically worship her body with his touches, to prime her so thoroughly with his tongue and fingers. She had expected him to be rough and harsh but he was so gentle and soft. It didn't fit her preconceived notions about him at all and she realized that everything she thought she knew about this man had been all wrong.
She was confused and a little bit frightened, knowing the man that held her was incredibly dangerous, but at the same time, she didn't want to let him go, especially when he let his tongue slip past her lips to tangle with hers and pull her into another enthralling kiss, making her tingle and burn down to the very center of her being.
When he broke the kiss and allowed them both to come up for air, the look in his eyes warned Sakura that he couldn't hold back anymore. He looked hungry, starved for some satisfaction of his own and even if he was partly responsible for the death of the Kazakage, she didn't think she could deny him, for her body was begging for his touch as well.
She brushed the blond lock of hair hanging over his left eye and behind his ear in a gesture that surprised even herself with its tenderness. Her previous sexual encounters had never been remotely tender, just raw and rough and unsatisfying as she was groped by a fumbling boy who wanted nothing more than to satisfy his own urges.
He didn't ask if she was ready, or if she wanted to stop, because at this point, there was no turning back. Instead, he propped himself up with one hand and hovered over her body while using the other hand to guide his aching arousal to the apex of her thighs.
She gasped when she felt him brush over her sex and for some reason she gained a heightened awareness of her body. She could feel the heat of his body washing over her, the warm puff of his breath against her neck. His legs straddled her thighs and she could felt them pressing against her as he steadied himself and lowered his hips.
She moaned softly when his shaft slipped between her nether lips, not yet entering her but resting against her blazing heat. Her eyes remained locked with his the whole time as he withdrew the hand guiding his cock to cup her cheek gently, his thumb running over the fullness of her lower lip.
He said nothing, simply gazed at her, the fire in his eyes threatening to burn her up if her raging desire didn't first. She wanted to tell him to move, to enter her already and end this breathless anticipation, but she knew he had a plan to do things his way and she didn't want to ruin this moment that would no doubt stay in her memory forever.
His manhood was hard and hot and she waited for it to press into her but instead, he began to slide it up and down her dripping opening, moving his hips rhythmically as he covered himself in her juices. Sakura moaned louder at the feeling of him gliding over her, his member brushing her clit and making her shudder. Her response drew another smirk from him, one of pride knowing he could make her writhe like this, but it was slightly strained, for just the feel of her hot, wet flesh against him threatened the control he had over his body, but he refused to lose himself and pump into her like a wild animal. He wanted to watch her every movement, every reaction to what he did to her. He wanted to fully appreciate the art he was creating with her.
Her lips parted under his thumb as his shaft rubbed over the sensitized bundle of nerves once more. Fascinated by her sweet mouth and the shapes it made as she moaned, he traced it again with his index finger and was surprised when she drew it between her lips into the hot haven inside and began to suck it sensually, sliding her tongue along the digit in a display of what she could have done to another part of his body if he had let her. It was Deidara's turn to moan now, though it was soft, it was still deep and genuine as those green eyes returned his passionate gaze while her mouth did sinful things to him.
His cock twitched against her and he knew he could wait no longer. The little minx had a way of trying to take control of his artistic vision and he had to pace himself to make sure he could create the masterpiece he knew lay dormant, waiting to surface.
Pulling his finger from her mouth, he rested both hands on either side of her head and slid his hips so his shaft was poised at her opening. Slowly, almost torturously, he began to push forward, watching with pleasure as the pink haired woman beneath him gasped in utter ecstasy as he filled her inch by inch. Her mouth fell open in a series of soft moans and her glittering eyes looked at him pleadingly, imploring him to fill her quicker, harder instead of forcing her to endure this superlative torture.
Deidara made a sound of his own in the back of his throat, dark and deep and animalistic as her body parted for him willingly. He was sinking into her smoothly, aided by the bountiful juices of her desire and what greeted him inside was a tight, liquid paradise. Instantly she clenched around him, muscles rippling as her body tried to hasten his intrusion and pull him in deeper. She was hot and wet and mind-blowing and he couldn't help a groan as the base of his cock met her outer lips just as his tip brushed the wall deep inside her. It was like their bodies were made to fit together.
He was sweating, his skin gleaming with the exertion of not pounding into her like a monster, but it was so hard with her trembling beneath him. She was looking at him still, big green eyes wide with wonderment as she looped small hands behind his neck and arched up against him, pressing soft breasts to the rigid muscles of his chest.
Keeping his hands braced by her head, he slowly, gently began to move.
Sakura couldn't help her low moan as her eyes lost focus, concentrating on the wave of pleasure that washed over her rather than Deidara's face above hers. The feeling of him rocking against her was indescribable, his body of lean corded muscle rubbing over her smaller feminine form. She could feel her womanhood stretching for him as he moved in and out, his cock rubbing all the right places within her, but the best part was the way he was looking at her, as if he was completely enthralled with her. He watched her face intently as if he meant to memorize every detail and surprisingly enough, she didn't feel self-conscious at all, but only gazed back with hooded eyes into those captivating blue orbs as he continued to make her feel sensations she hadn't known existed.
Every thrust of his hips extracted a new and beautiful sound from her and Deidara was amazed by her responsiveness. He was a man who could thrill even the most experienced woman, never failing to make his partners cry out in ecstasy no matter how many other talented men they had been with. Although Sakura was not completely innocent, he had a feeling she was still relatively new to the world of sex and that made coupling with her even sweeter. Every gasp of pleasured wonder and awe was real and genuine. Although the women he took to his bed never had a reason to fake their orgasms or put on a show for him, something about Sakura was pure and true, another element that set her apart from the others, something else that only increased her beauty.
Deidara sat up slightly and removed one of the hands by her head to reach down and coax one of her boot-clad legs over his hip. Sakura's hands slid from his neck to press against the muscular plane of his chest, her fingers rubbing over his curious seal as he continued to pump into her in this new and intimate position.
Sakura whimpered at the feeling of his palm pressing hot kisses over the back of her thigh where he held her. He was higher above her now, taking her in not with an arrogant smile but with a captivated expression. The bounce of her breasts, the arching of her back, the place where their bodies so intimately met, all of it seemed to mesmerize him and he let his eyes roam up and down her form as he continued to pump his hips forward, shifting their angle every now and then to hit a different and wonderful spot inside her.
When she began to buck her hips up in time to meet his, the blonde began to pump a little harder, filled her even deeper and bumping against her cervical wall with every thrust. He immediately felt the flutter of vaginal muscles around him as her body responded to his actions. Her hands fell away from his chest to splay above her head with reckless abandon as she arched towards him blindly, desperately seeking more of the pleasure he was lavishing upon her as his name fell from her lips in a mindless mantra of rapture.
The way she was presenting those flawless breasts to him was all too tempting and he trailed the hand resting on her thigh to her hip and then over her flat stomach, nipping and licking as he went. When he reached a pert breast, his palm immediately closed over it, the mouth tugging the erect nipple between its lips to suck on it aggressively, but not enough to be painful. Sakura's moans immediately went up an octave and her body writhed as much as their position would allow, her eyes squeezed shut as she shuddered under his ministrations.
He could see her gripping the bed sheets fiercely, trying to anchor herself against all she was feeling. Without a word, he moved the hand propping himself up to gently pull one hand away from the bedding and interlaced his fingers with hers and she could feel the cool metal of his Akatsuki ring against her skin. Her eyes fluttered open at the affectionate gesture and she was greeted with something completely unexpected. On Deidara's lips, there was not a smirk but a smile. Though slight, it still held warmth as he squeezed her hand lightly and Sakura timidly squeezed back not at all sure what to think about this missing-nin anymore but knowing she wouldn't give this moment up for anything.
The mouth on her chest switched breasts, breaking her out of her thoughts as she let out a cry. She could feel his teeth grazing her nipple, feel the wet tongue slide around the erect bud. All of that combined with his thick member and intense stare was threatening to undo her completely. She could feel the invisible spring deep in her womb coiling ever tighter as he continued to pump deep, but still gentle, carrying her closer to her impending release.
"Oh god, Deidara…I'm close. I'm going to…"
Sakura trailed off, unable to bring herself to use such words. It turned out she didn't really need to because he knew exactly what she was trying to say.
She was squeezing him so deliciously tight, her pussy becoming more of a liquid hot vice as it clamped and clenched him in the most amazing ways. He had excellent self-control but he was approaching his limit. He needed her to reach her peak soon so he could watch his art form at its finest, watch her explode from within and feel her shatter under his touch. That single, wonderful moment made all of his holding back and self restraint worthwhile. Sex was not just about relieving stress or pounding selfishly towards his own satisfaction. Sex was art, the coupling of two bodies and a resulting explosion of pleasure. He loved to watch the fleeting expressions of indescribable desire on their faces, for this was when his women were inarguably the most beautiful. But Sakura was different; she was always beautiful but unaware of it. She didn't use her looks to get what she wanted. She was strong and determined and capable but she didn't seem to realize how appealing that was. Well, she would know after tonight. He would make sure of it.
"Come for me kunoichi," he whispered huskily, and she practically shivered at the words. His voice was low and raspy, but demanding. They were the first words he had spoken since he'd entered her and she couldn't believe that even the sound of his voice made her body ache for him.
The missing-nin bent down lower to whisper words against her cheek. "Become my masterpiece. Give in to me, release for me."
How could she not when he spoke to her like that.
She moaned again, louder and longer this time as his thrusts began to pick up speed. Her hand squeezed his and her other left the sheets to tangle desperately in his hair. Her vision was beginning to tunnel again as her body was overloaded with sensory stimulus but she kept bucking up to meet his rocking hips eagerly, too lost in her pleasure to care that her thoughts and vision were becoming fuzzy, that she could lose consciousness and be totally defenseless against this enemy shinobi.
She could feel her eyes beginning to roll back in her head and shut them tight as she moaned at a particularly hard thrust. She was tugging his hair painfully hard but neither seemed to care.
Suddenly, something within her gave way and her vision which had tunneled to black was suddenly alight in blinding white, colors flashing in and out of the brightness as the spring in her core finally snapped against the pressure. She was flying. She was falling apart. She was floating away to a place far from the earth and everything she knew. If the previous orgasms Deidara had given her were amazing, this one could only be described as devastating. She couldn't catch her breath as her body shook with the force of her most powerful release yet.
Deidara could tell her release hit her like a ton of bricks, for one minute she was moaning low and long and the next she was practically wailing. He could feel her clamp around his cock in a death grip that threatened to send him over the edge as well but he forced his boy to hold out. He wanted to see the glorious vision he had worked so hard to achieve and he was not disappointed. She practically glowed as she left the earth and spiraled high on the wings of pleasure. He could practically see her orgasm ripple through her as he watched the muscles of her thighs and abdomen flex in wave-like contractions. Her face was radiant as she screamed his name and Deidara knew he had completed his greatest work, for no explosion, metaphorical or physical, could ever compare with the beauty she currently possessed.
Her bliss only lasted a few seconds but it felt like ages to Sakura, although it still felt far too short. As her body began to come down from her high, she was aware that the missing nin was still thrusting into her, panting harshly and she opened her eyes in time just to see his whole body stiffen and his face take on an expression of nearly pained rapture. His member twitched within her and she felt the hot splash of his seed filling her womb in a series of shuddering contractions.
Finally exhausted, he collapsed, using the last of his strength to roll them onto their sides so as not to crush her with his greater weight. Her head was tucked under his chin and she could feel his breath stirring her hair and the expanding of his chest against hers as he tried to slow his rapidly beating heat.
After a moment, he had regained enough composure to roll them over further, cradling Sakura against his chest and dislodging himself from her womanhood which had relinquished its tight grip on him. She looked up at him, her face flushed and her hair mussed, but her dreamy smile told him she was completely satiated and satisfied.
"You're exquisite," he chuckled, his voice rumbling deep in his chest and vibrating slightly against Sakura's cheek as she rested against his right pectoral, fingers brushing idly over the stitching on the left.
"And you are way too good at seducing me," she giggled drowsily, eyelids already heavy after so much physical activity.
Deidara smiled, enjoying her touch as he ran his fingers through her hair, blackened nails making her scalp tingle before moving to run over her back soothingly. Deidara couldn't remember the last time he'd had bad sex. Nearly all of it was mind-blowing, considering the advantage he had with having extra mouths and the way he derived pleasure from watching women climax. However, he couldn't recall ever feeling so satisfied with a work of art or having such a sense of contentment afterwards. He had also never had such a strong feeling of regret at the knowledge that he would have to leave her behind and she would awake alone.
That was not a normal feeling for the explosions expert.
As he continued to stroke his hand over her back, he noticed her breathing had already grown deep and regular for she had fallen fast asleep on his chest, seemingly unconcerned that he was an Akatsuki and she a Konoha ninja. She was still radiant, the afterglow of sex making her look like a pink-haired angel and the thought that he would never get to see her like this again sent a pang through his chest.
As Deidara felt sleep overtake him as well, he couldn't help but wonder why he was feeling such an attachment to this particular woman. He thought he had been in control but apparently she had managed to leave her mark on him as well. Just what the hell she had done to him?
The question remained unanswered as he joined her in the realm of dreams, the sweat cooling on their naked bodies as they slept in the arms of what should have been a deadly enemy, but instead was an unexpected lover.
All right, chapter 2 complete! Feedback is much appreciated, especially since this sex scene was so interesting to write considering he has to extra mouths to use. ::swoons::. One chapter remains so tune in next week!
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