Shikamaru

I chased her into the hallway and if not for my last-second shadow technique, she would have slammed the door right in front of me. Now I caught her foot and rushed into her room, closing the door behind me.

- What the hell was that supposed to mean? – I remained calm on the outside, but inside I was quite confused and lost.

- It means that you're a man, nothing more. – She answered, crawling on top of her bed and resting her back against the wall. She crossed her hands under her breasts in a defense position.

I sat in front of her and took her tiny feet in my palms. They were cold.

- And what do you think a man is?

She gave me a look, intending she thinks I'm stupid for asking such a question.

- Do you think men are what – sex machines? Do you think all we care about is fucking and using women for that purpose? That we have no feelings, we are incapable of any emotions, incapable of love or caring? You don't think we can get hurt? – She stayed silent, stubborn gaze fixed on my eyes. – Is that really who you take me for? I though you knew me better than that.

- What else do you expect me to think when you try to put your hands on me on every occasion?

- Is that really all I do?

She didn't answer. I waited. She lowered her eyes and stared at her feet that I still held in my hands.

- I'm really sorry if every man you met before was just a guy trying to get you to sleep with him. Sometimes men do that, but believe me or not, sometimes they seek for something else as well. I will never deny that I want you, but the fact that I do doesn't mean it's all I want. I want all of you. – I dragged her feet towards me and she slipped down on her back so I could crawl on top of her, kneeling on all four, and stare right into her eyes. – I want to know you and to be with you, I want you to trust me and let me take care of you, as a man should. You should have understood that by now.

- How in the hell was I supposed to understand that? – she raised her eyebrows, staring back at me.

- Umm, I don't know, from my behavior? When a guy wants to have sex with a girl, he puts some effort into it for an evening or two or three. He doesn't cook for her or with her, doesn't watch movies together, doesn't hang around too much in public, doesn't introduce her to his friends or family and so on and so forth. Do you live under a rock or you're just pretending to be witless?

As if in a slow motion, I saw her right hand move and her palm getting closer to my face and then… slap. It was strong enough to turn my head to the side and now the skin on my cheek was throbbing with pain. I slowly turned my face back to her, and her expression shone with determination and stubbornness. Next second I had her face tightly in my hand and my mouth was on hers, attacking her fiercely. She fought me with all she had, but I pressed down her body with mine so she couldn't move and caught her hands with my shadows, holding them above her head. I had my own hands to hold her head steady and squeeze one of her breast, this time under the fabric. She tried to mumble something but I guess it wasn't that easy to speak with my tongue in her mouth. Next second she kissed me back roughly, still trying to break free. Her breaths deepened and her chest was heaving. I moved from her lips to her neck and her breasts, ripping away that damned bra. The sounds of our ragged breaths was the only thing I heard by now and the only things I could see was her breasts. I bit her nipple and she gasped, then tried to hold back her moans as I kissed and bit my way down towards her sex. I took the welt of her panties between my teeth and let go of her hands that immediately covered her face and mouth, but I could hear her panting all the same. I pulled down with my teeth until I saw what I wanted to see; my hands finished the job and tore the panties away.

Temari lie naked in front of me. She was still covering her face with her hands, unaware of the way her elbows pushed her gorgeous breasts together. Her flat belly was moving rhythmically with every breath and down there she was clean-shaven. I could already smell her, the same smell I had on my fingers some time ago. I shuddered. I crawled back on top of her and pushed her hands away from her face. She was flushed with a mixture of arousal and embarrassment.

- Keep your hands away from your face or I'll use my shadows again. – I threatened, before evading her mouth with my tongue again.

I kissed her neck, caressing her breasts with my hands, kissed her chest, her nipples, her belly in every centimeter I could reach. Slowly I descended towards my destination, and her voice box betrayed her frustration. I positioned myself between her legs, spreading them apart slowly, and her hands travelled back on her face while I heard her mumbling "ohmygodohmygodohmygod".

- Temari. Hands. – She threw them away and her fingers dug inside the pillow, but she refused to open her eyes.

I kissed her inner thigh and noticed her skin developing goose bumps. I repeated with another leg, slowly stroking the inside of her thighs towards her vulva. She was moaning non-stop. I could see her pink labia slightly protruding outside. It was glistening with wetness. I gently placed my thumb over it, inspecting her reactions, and she gasped. I started rubbing, smearing her woman parts with her juices and her legs started trembling like an aspen leave. Finally, I exchanged my finger for my lips and placed a soft kiss right on her clit. For a second she stopped breathing, her hands clasped into little fists and she let out a load moan as I let out my tongue to do the job. She was sour sweet to taste and I loved it. I slowly pushed my tongue inside her, reaching as far as I could, and she arched her back letting out a deep sigh. I licked her all the way up and down, drawing little circles with my tongue rhythmically and teasing her slowly until her breathing changed into loud panting, followed by tormented cries. She wiggled her toes and her fingers were as white as the sheets underneath them from holding on so tightly. Her chest was moving up and down as if in spasms and her whole body was shivering. I continued with the rhythm, firm and now fast and enjoyed the sounds she let out as the pleasure increased and build up inside her. Suddenly her hand grasped my hair and she held her breath, though her mouth was open as if for a voiceless agonizing scream. Her back arched again and her whole body tensed up; then she climaxed with a long and loud intermittent cry, clumsily pulling my head away. She stayed frozen for another 5 seconds, moaning through clenched teeth and her face told me the story of ecstasy she was in. When she curled into a ball and laid on her side her whole body was trembling and she was still breathing heavily. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and lie behind her, gently hugging her and kissing her neck again, which clearly induced some more shivering. I turned her around to see a face I never saw before, exhausted from passion, flushed and irresistibly attractive. I kissed her and grinned:

- So… how was it?

She closed her eyes but her lips curved into a little smile.

- Shut up.