**2018 EDIT**

THIS IS THE CHAPTER THAT CHANGES THE MOST.

Originally I wrote the smut and it was my first smut-writing attempt. (Got awesome reviews, thanks for those!) Then I went a few rounds with my conscience and decided I wasn't comfortable posting what amounts to erotica, so I cut most of the chapter and kept the bare (heh!) necessities to inform the plot later. Now I've come full circle and decided it was better with the long version for both plot reasons and fun reasons, so I'm putting it back in.

**END EDIT**

Disclaimer reminders: See Chapter 1. Also, note that I'm assuming Genma is about halfway in age between Naruto's peers and Kakashi. Maybe that's not actually true to cannon, but I'm going with it. And the whole "age" thing is so relative and confusing anyway around the Naruto universe, especially here in the fandoms...anyways.

Arrange the ages of everyone in your head in such a way that Genma is not a creeper for taking Ino up on her challenge.

Genma opened the door to his apartment, subtly releasing the trap jutsu on the other side before standing back to let Ino enter before him. She looked around at the sparse masculine decor as she nudged off first one high heel and then the other, shifting her weight a little more than necessary to emphasize the perfect curve of her hips in her tight black and purple dress.

His eyes only lingered there for a moment before pushing off his own shoes beside her, not bothering to turn on the light.

That dress had been taunting him all evening. It had thin straps with purple trim that dove to a deep V, revealing plenty of cleavage without (somehow) managing to make her look slutty. Black material hugged her whole body down to about mid-thigh, where a single purple ribbon decorated the hem. There was a slit at the back, and if it would just open all the way, he'd all but be able to see what kind of underwear she was wearing.

I'm going to guess…black satin thong. That would suit her -and her dress.

Instead of his normal shinobi uniform and vest, he'd opted for black slacks and a deep green button up shirt, left unbuttoned at the wrists and the very top button. He'd left his normal bandana behind, pulling most of his shaggy brown hair into a sexy half-ponytail with two chunks left framing his face, and he'd left his senbon at home and picked up a less intimidating wooden toothpick on the way back.

He'd just taken her out to dinner at one of the nicer restaurants in Konoha, and they had both been flirting shamelessly all night. She'd been a little annoying at times, but then she was female and that came with the territory. He'd been with worse, and there was a point to all this, after all: Not only were they both hopefully going to get to have some fun tonight, but he was going to show this incredibly sexy young kunoichi that she could in fact be made to divulge information in the heat of the moment.

"Care for some tea?"

He walked over toward the kitchen door, which was only a few feet away from the room divider that shielded his bed from the view of the door.

"No thanks." She had turned around now to face him, and he was careful to keep his gaze above her neck as he reached into his pocket. Her eyes followed his hand.

"Strip poker? I'm afraid I'm at a disadvantage for that." She winked at him, gesturing to her tight, sexy-as-sin dress.

There was a pause as the toothpick shifted appreciatively to the other side of his mouth.

"Not quite what I had in mind. You haven't forgotten your challenge, have you?" He flicked the toothpick with his tongue and raised his eyebrows. She noticed the suggestive wiggle of the small piece of wood but said nothing about it.

"Of course not. What did you have in mind, then, that involves a deck of cards?" She wasn't about to show any weakness, even if her insides were all gooey from looking at that amazing smile, those deep brown eyes, and that tiny sliver of exposed chest all night.

He shuffled quickly and drew a card from the middle of the deck, then opened the drawer in the nightstand and dropped the rest of the deck into it. He gestured for Ino to come closer to him as he shut the drawer.

"I'm going to show you this card, and you're going to try not to tell me what it is."

She gave him another innocent smile, nibbling on her lip as she did.

"What do I get if I win?"

He leaned closer, giving her that winning smirk that always turned women to putty and dropping his voice to whisper in her ear.

"That's not quite the way it works."

"Hmm?"

"I'm going to drive you crazy until you tell me what I want to know, and I'm not going to give you what you want until you do."

"That doesn't sound very fair."

She tried to keep her voice level as she pouted, but she was feeling acutely aware of how close the bare upper portion of her breasts were to the wonderful texture of his shirt. Just a few more centimeters, and…

He chuckled deeply in her ear and pulled the toothpick safely into his mouth before planting a smooth, hot kiss just under her ear. He felt her try not to shiver.

"Don't worry. I'll make sure you have a good time, either way." He chuckled softly. "I'm not that much of a bastard. But I can read you," Ino would have been offended if she hadn't been so wrapped up in the sensation of his breath on her neck, "and I know exactly what you want and where you want it. I'm not going to give you that particular kind of satisfaction until one of us wins."

"…and how do I win?" Her voice was harsh and breathy in the dark.

Damn! His pants were getting uncomfortable. This is gonna be fun as hell.

"If you can last longer than me the first time around, then we'll forget the game and I'll give you exactly what you want."

"Why shouldn't I just tell you? You just said that'll get me what I want."

Her hands were creeping up the front of his shirt, feeling as much of the texture as her palms could cover.

"Ah, but you challenged me to see who was the better seducer, didn't you? If you win, you get bragging rights."

She smiled.

"And if you win?"

"I'll win when you tell me what card it is, and then I won't have to hold back and tease you anymore. But." He gently nipped his way down her neck to her collarbone. "The game ends when I look at the card. If I look at the card and find out you lied, then neither of us wins, and you don't get what you want."

"Shouldn't I win if I convince you?"

He pulled back just enough to rearrange the toothpick in his mouth.

"In a real situation, lying could cost you a lot more than that once your seducer realizes it. The rules are the rules."

"Bastard."

Her heart wasn't in the insult, though, and she smiled coyly as she pushed him backwards to sit on the bed. She stood in front of him with her feet together, bent over at the hips so that the kitchen door was getting a hell of a peepshow and he had a wonderful view of her ample cleavage. Her hands were resting on his parted knees, and his hands were supporting him as he leaned back.

"Do we have a deal?"

She tilted her head to the side and played with her hair for a moment as she pretended to contemplate his offer. After a second or two, she smiled flirtatiously.

"I suppose so. I'll just have to push you over the edge first." Her smile turned dangerous, and his heart rate sped up. He was sure she could see the growing bulge in his pants despite the low level of light.

"Or you could tell me what card this is." He held the card up facing her, and she looked at it for a few seconds.

"No, I don't think I will. I do want bragging rights." She wiggled her curvy body tantalizingly, shaking her hips and making her breasts sway as they hung before him, and he felt his body respond.

"Suit yourself." Without looking at the card, he placed it face down on the nightstand.

As soon as his hand left the card, she pushed him flat onto his back and climbed up on the bed to straddle his waist. Her hands were making short work of the buttons on his shirt as his hands found her thighs.

The stretching hem of her dress was riding dangerously high because of the unladylike position she was sitting in. Just another inch and a half, and her modesty would be forfeit.

All in favor? Aye.

His rough hands glided softly up the outsides of her naked thighs. He felt her tremble when he reached the delicate fabric that was pulled taught across his midsection, barely covering her rear and her womanhood. He toyed with it for a brief moment while she unfastened the last two buttons on his shirt and pulled it free from his pants.

He was sorely tempted to run his fingers up the backs of her thighs to her butt and then trace the valley between her cheeks all the way back down to her feminine slit, but he settled for slowly inching the dress up over her hips.

She spread his shirt open, revealing a tanned, muscular chest and rock-hard abs. When she gasped, though, Genma couldn't be certain whether it was because of the sight that met her eyes or because she felt a draft across her ass.

"Lace?"

She looked down and grinned impishly.

"Like it?"

"Hell yes I do. But I had you pegged for a satin kind of girl."

She laughed, leaning forward to rest her fingertips at the very top of his chest in the center. She made sure that he could feel the texture of her miniscule underwear rubbing against his smooth skin as she did so. Her sexy voice found its whispered way to his ears- and to the knot tying itself in his chest.

"You should stop trying to assume things about women. Satin doesn't absorb enough when I get…wet." She shifted her already-moist lingerie against his stomach to emphasize her point.

Ino saw his eyes close and she knew she was getting to him. She wasn't going to show the infamous seducer any mercy, though, or she wouldn't get those bragging rights.

Slowly, she started to pull her hand back toward herself, lightly raking her fingernails against his skin in an aimless pattern that meandered down his chest and abdomen and causing his muscles to jump under her light touch. When her fingers reached the place where her own thigh was blocking her path, she paused and traced circles on his skin. She could see goosebumps all across the revealed part of his torso.

He opened his eyes and surveyed her body, highlighted in all the right places by the moonlight shining in through the window and with nothing but lace covering that most intimate part of her body.

"Do you like what you see?"

He didn't say anything. Instead, he just smirked and pushed the toothpick out of his mouth to hang from his lips like normal. He raised his arms and laced his fingers behind his head in a motion that said 'what else are you going to show me?'

She picked up on the cue, and her fingernails left his stomach and meandered up onto her thigh. His eyes were locked on them, Ino noted as she closed her eyes and reveled in her own touch.

Genma watched purple fingernails drag slowly up the inside of a smooth, ivory-colored thigh, moving teasingly outward toward her hip as her hand got higher and higher. Lust-filled blue eyes closed just before her fingertip brushed over dark lace, and she traced the lacy edge back down along the crease between her torso and her thigh.

Just when she had almost reached the most exciting point, she shifted her path to come straight back up the front of her thong toward her navel. She brought her other hand up to join the first, and her left hand mirrored the right as she traced along the top line of her lingerie, dipping tantalizingly into the waistband.

"Take them off." It came out more like a growl than he had meant for it to, but that was okay. Most women seemed to like that voice.

Ino opened her eyes and smiled when she saw the lusty expression on his face. She was making good progress, but he was still a little too clothed for her taste.

"Sit up."

"Now why would I do that? You're putting on a damn good show just like this."

"You want my underwear? I want your shirt."

He shrugged.

"Fair enough."

In one sweeping motion, she was underneath him and he was shrugging off his shirt. Ino watched entranced as rough, stiff-looking dark green fabric fell from smooth, tanned, muscular shoulders and arms. She could feel heat coiling in the pit of her stomach, aching for more.

She looked up at him, with two chunks of straight brown hair falling down toward her as the moonlight highlighted every muscle on his lithe shoulders. She couldn't think of a sexier sight. Well, except maybe one.

She reached up and untied the string he'd used to pull his hair back into a ponytail, and his chin-length brown hair fell down as she tossed the string aside carelessly. He grinned down at her devastatingly.

Now THAT is the sexiest sight in the whole damn world!

"Your turn."

"Hmm?"

"You got my shirt. I want your underwear."

"…I can't exactly reach them like this."

He moved his knees forward on either side of her, so that she could reach around his thighs to peel her panties down off her butt and up toward her knees, which were curled into the air so that she could reach. Once she had untangled her feet from the lace, she brought the tiny garment around and held it up in the air.

"There. Happy?"

Phut!

Genma wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, and if Ino hadn't already been flat on her back, she might have collapsed.

Just when she didn't think he could get any sexier, he had shot the toothpick out of his mouth at an incredible velocity and pinned her underwear to the wall with it, never moving his hands from either side of her head.

She blinked as her eyes locked onto the new 'wall art' for a moment, trying to decide whether to be shocked or incredibly turned on by his skill with his mouth. Suddenly she felt his hot breath against her ear and neck and could feel the warmth radiating from his body into hers as he dropped to his elbows, pressing his chest hotly against hers, and found herself choosing the 'turned on' option.

"You won't be needing them again tonight."

She fixed him with her most seductive stare as she fought to control her heart rate.

"That's good, because I think they look pretty fucking sexy right there."

Hell yes! She's a talker!

Now that he didn't have to worry about keeping his toothpick out of the way, he wasted no time in pressing his mouth against hers firmly. They'd kissed once on their date, but he had still denied her any tongue interaction. He gave it to her now, and he felt her begging for even more pressure.

Ino struggled to catch her breath when she felt his hard, fast, dominant kiss. She barely had time to close her eyes before his tongue was plundering her mouth relentlessly, and she never had been one to sit by and let someone else do all the work. She pulled him even closer, arching her body into his while she responded with her own tongue in his mouth.

Genma groaned in pleasure when he felt her become more aggressive, and he used the opportunity to slip his practiced hand underneath her to find the zipper on that dangerously sexy dress. Before she knew what was happening, he had the back of her dress open almost all the way down to her rump and was massaging her lower back just gently enough to keep from hurting her, never breaking their kiss. She responded with a needy moan from her throat.

No bra or bindings. Nice. Except…

Ino wanted that damn dress off. She pushed against his chest, loving the feel of his skin but more interested in getting him to back off long enough to free herself from the black fabric.

He felt her hands pressing against his chest, and he instantly broke the kiss and loosened his grip.

"Something wrong?"

"I want to be naked," she panted.

His cock stirred and he smiled to himself.

"No objections here."

He didn't move to get off her. Instead, Genma supported himself with one hand beside her, and the other he used to slip the loosened straps down off her shoulders. He had resumed his tantalizingly casual pace, teasing her closer to what he hoped was an information-yielding state of mind.

Ino was getting impatient. The sooner her dress was off, the sooner she could use her body to its fullest advantage to make him lose their little game, and she was only getting hornier. She might as well make the most of the time he was giving her, though, right?

For the first time since his shirt had come off, she tore her eyes from his face and torso and let them wander down his arm to watch him undress her. Before her gaze could reach his hand, though, her eyes landed on something else.

What caught her eye was a set of two strips of white cloth wrapped securely around his forearm, with several inches of skin visible between them. One was just above his wrist, and the other was about halfway to his elbow. She could see several needle-like weapons tucked securely between his skin and the bandages, lying flat against the top of his forearm and glinting in the moonlight between the two white strips. She quickly turned her head to check his other arm, and the same sight greeted her. She gasped.

"You're armed?"

His hand stopped undressing her.

"…you're not?"

There was no teasing tone in his voice this time, and she looked up at him to find him wearing a serious expression. She blinked at him as she tried to decide the best way to brush past this topic, and she smiled innocently.

"I couldn't find a place to hide a weapon."

He leaned down toward her again, pressing his body against hers once more. This time when spoke in a low voice, it was more dangerous than flirtatious.

"Bad move, kunoichi."

A chill ran down her spine. Ino had known that despite his young and charming appearance, Genma was no low-level errand-ninja or horny teenage boy. For the first time, though, the reality was setting in that this man pinning her to his bed was a Jonin of Konoha. He had seen death, and he had caused death. He was no amateur in the line of duty or in the bedroom, no matter how innocent his face might be.

Her stomach tightened and she said nothing. He continued.

"You should never be without some type of weapon. Didn't they teach you that at the academy?"

She looked back up at him indignantly. She hadn't forgotten how aroused she was, but she wasn't fond of being talked down to, either. Especially by someone she was currently in bed with.

"I didn't think one night was a big deal."

He lifted himself back up for a moment to look into her eyes, and Ino was beginning to feel a little insecure about the look in his eyes because she couldn't recognize it. It wasn't predatory or disdainful or even remotely sexual. Instead, the only word she could think of to describe it was 'intense'.

Was he going to decide she wasn't mature enough for him after all? Would he send her away? If he kept looking at her like that for much longer, her heart was going to explode in her throat. Or worse, she might start to cry, and that was never a good thing in bed.

Finally, he seemed to decide something and she saw the cold intensity melt from his eyes. He spoke in a low voice again, and this time it was decidedly sexier than any voice he had used on her so far that evening.

"The enemy doesn't care that you're about to have the best fucking night of your life."

Yes, Genma was a Jonin of Konoha, and yes, he was a cold, hard, trained killer. But he was also decidedly the sexiest male in Fire Country, and he clearly knew how to use that to his advantage. Ino had his undivided attention tonight, and that knowledge simultaneously reassured her and made her horny as hell. She closed her eyes for a split second and successfully suppressed the urge to sigh in relief. The image of her thong still pinned to the wall above them flashed through her mind, and she opened her eyes and locked them on his with as much heat as she could summon.

"Lecture me another time. Now can I please get out of this damn dress?"

He chuckled and seemed to consent, because he dove back into the task of undressing her with much more fervor than he'd shown a moment ago. In a matter of seconds, her dress was on the floor and she was completely nude, pressed deliciously between a man and his bed.

Genma didn't give Ino a chance to respond before he started burning his way down her throat with fiery kisses and nibbles, driving her nearly out of her mind as she reveled in the heat of his mouth in contrast with the cool night air.

Using his mouth, the jonin hungrily explored his way down her collarbone to her shoulder, eventually making his way down to her breast.

Her breasts were perfect. It had been a while since Genma had seen any so perfectly round, firm, and pale, with dark pink little nipples that were tight and pointed and begging for his attention. He could feel her panting underneath his body as he licked his way all around both her breasts, caressing every part of the creamy flesh except the hard tips with his lips and tongue.

It wasn't long until he felt one of her hands tangling in his hair, pushing him toward her left breast and using her other hand to bring her nipple as close to his lips as she could. He grinned and obliged, attacking the cool peak with his hot mouth and bringing his hand up to cup her other breast.

Ino's eyes fluttered closed and a moan escaped from her throat when he finally granted her silent request. She was having trouble keeping a clear mind as she tried to focus on the attention each of her breasts was receiving.

"Holy fuck! Genma, your mouth…"

He really did seem to be as good with his mouth as the rumors said, but he was no rookie with his hands either. As he alternated between licking, sucking, nipping, and rolling her left nipple in his mouth, his large calloused hand was engulfing her right breast in a way that her own small hands had never been able to. It was amazing to feel her whole needy breast being fondled and caressed by rough warm skin.

Genma chuckled at her amazement as she panted and moaned, arching her body as close to his as possible. If he wasn't careful, she would come before he even went south.

Then again, would that be a bad thing?

Already he could smell her spicy feminine scent, and the need to taste her was driving him crazy.

He pulled his mouth away from her breast just enough to speak breathily, allowing his lips to brush across her soft skin as they formed the words.

"What was the card?"

"I…the card?"

He began kissing his way down her stomach, watching her face intently as he did so. Her eyelashes were fluttering open.

"Mm-hmm."

"I'm not…telling." She propped herself up on her elbows, and she pinned him with an incredibly lusty stare. "Why are you still wearing pants?"

"Because neither of us has won yet."

She grinned.

"That's no excuse."

She sat up, and he allowed her to do so.

For the first time since they'd started to disrobe, she got to take in the sight of him from a good angle as he sat on his knees straddling her thighs.

Her eyes roamed appreciatively from the top of his shaggy, straight brown hair down to his strong shoulders and arms, broad chest, chiseled stomach, and narrow hips, which were unfortunately still hidden by black pants. She decided she really liked that shiny leather belt with the understated silver buckle, holding his pants in just the right place to show the tops of his delicious hipbones. She'd definitely have to trace those ridges with her tongue.

Ino hooked her knees behind his and planted her hands on his shoulders, pushing him backwards with a predatory glint in her eyes. To her surprise, though, she found herself pinned under him once again with him holding her wrists on either side of her head.

Genma looked down at the shock in her blue eyes and laughed.

"Did you think you could catch me off guard that easily?" he teased.

"A girl can try, can't she?" She matched his flirtatious tone.

He ground his hips against her abdomen, allowing her to feel his clothed arousal pressing against her stomach.

"She might as well, but I'm not done with you yet."

"Mmmmm. You're not playing fair." She batted her eyelashes and parted her lips slightly, fixing him with a sultry pout, and he responded to her antics with a devilish grin.

"I don't recall promising to."

Her pretty blue eyes went wide for a moment and her mouth opened soundlessly. Apparently it hadn't occurred to her that they hadn't really set down any rules. Genma grinned.

"But if you ask nicely, maybe I'll consider it."

She tried to lift her hands, but he kept them pinned to the bed. She looked a little confused. He answered the question in her eyes with a sultry whisper in her ear.

"I guess you'll just have to get creative."

"Creative, huh? Hmm. What if I say please?" She smiled sweetly, and he looked down at her with an expression that said 'go on. What else?' Her voice lowered a little. "I want to see you as naked as I am. I really want to feel your skin…all over my body." He raised an eyebrow and she continued, lifting her knee to caress the inside of his thigh. "Pretty please, Genma?" She looked up at him through her long eyelashes and dropped her voice even more. "Pretty please, with me on top?" She straightened her leg under him so that it brushed teasingly against his tempting ass.

Genma's eyes closed. She's good.

Ino felt his strong hands release her wrists and slide off to the sides, but he didn't make any move to sit up.

That's fine by me. He's plenty sexy right where he is. Now to get rid of these pants… She ran her hands up his arms –carefully avoiding the weapons strapped to them- and smoothly down his sides until she reached the pants, and then she followed the fabric until she found his belt buckle. She kept her eyes locked with his the entire time, and she could see the lust in them growing.

With a soft clink, her deft fingers had his belt unbuckled and she quickly unfastened the button and zipper. She dipped her hands inside the elastic waistband of his underwear with her palms flat against his skin and her fingers pointed outwards toward his hips, and she felt his lower abdominal muscles tense under the gentle caress.

She slid her hands lower on his hips and outward, pushing the fabric out of the way. She was having a little trouble reaching any further, so she kissed him and used the pressure to push him backwards so that she could sit up.

His hands moved from the bed to her back as he allowed her to push him into a sitting position, and he used the same gentle pressure on her back and sides as she was using on his hips and ass. He felt her breathing speed up, and she broke the kiss without opening her eyes when he let his hands wander downward to cup and knead her firm, round cheeks. He let out a low growl at how good her ass felt in his hands, and how much better it would feel rubbing against another part of his anatomy.

Ino couldn't believe how hard her heart was beating just from his hands exploring her posterior. Sure, she'd been feeling a draft back there all night because of that miniscule black dress, but…damn! His deliciously rough skin contrasted so perfectly with the gentle firmness and perfect skill of his fingers, all she wanted for one of those amazing fingers to go a little further down and do a little more exploring. At that thought, she couldn't have prevented her moan from escaping even if she'd wanted to.

His pants were almost low enough to reveal his manhood, and Ino continued to slide her hands down and back across his butt until she could again reach no further. She molded her body closer to his, leaning slightly to the right so that her hand could continue its path while her left hand tugged straight down on the fabric.

Genma's jaw dropped open for a split second in raw pleasure when he felt her fingernails gently tickling the small patch of skin just behind his balls.

"…fuck…damn tease…"

She looked up at him and switched from tickling him to massaging two fingertips in tiny circles, which earned her a rather satisfying needy groan.

"I'm a tease? I think you're the tease here, sir."

He was still straddling her legs, and his pants were still sitting at the tops of his thighs.

"…I've been called –mmm- worse things." He wasn't too distracted to grin at her in the moonlight.

She used her non-occupied hand to gently push him backwards, again. This time he allowed it, and when he lay down on his back, she pulled her hand out from under him and began exploring her way down his amazing chest, feeling his erection standing tall and allowing the tip of it to rub along her stomach and up between her breasts as she kissed and licked her way down his body. She whispered dirty things into the night as she went.

"I can't wait to taste you."

She still had a game to win, after all. Even if his perfectly sculpted shinobi's body was making it damn hard to keep control of herself. She circled her fingers sensuously around his shaft.

"mmmmm…do you taste as good as you feel?"

Genma arched off the bed when she started to kiss all around his cock, but yet still teasing him the same way he had teased her by avoiding her nipples.

"You're so…hard…"

It felt incredible, and every nerve ending light up like a firecracker when her soft, smooth lips grazed over his skin, which was extremely sensitive due to the heavy air of lust in the room.

"…Genma…"

At the sound of his name coming from those full, tempting lips, Genma's breath caught. He realized just how close she would be to winning their little game if he let her go down on him, and the idea that he had let her push him this close so soon slapped him back into focus.

Damn. Why do I have to like talkers so much?

If she actually took him into her mouth he wouldn't last long enough, and that was something his ego hadn't had to deal with in a long time. There was only one thing left to do. He smirked.

Oh darn.

"Ino."

"Hmm?"

"Come up here."

He gestured with his finger and locked heated brown eyes on her blue ones, drawing her toward him almost magnetically with a crooked, mischievous grin.

She didn't stand a chance.

As much as she wanted to win the game, Ino really really wanted to kiss that gorgeous mouth now, and as much as she wanted to feel his cock sliding down her throat and hear his resulting groans, his eyes were promising her something even more enticing. She rarely spent this much time in foreplay, but damn she'd have to do it more often!

As soon as she was within reach of his mouth, he pulled her down on top of him with a searing kiss and a tight embrace. They were both already beginning to sweat and the dampness of their skin served as lubrication, allowing her breasts to slide against his chest and each could feel the exquisite shape of the other's body.

Genma's hand snaked down her side and followed the crease of her thigh inward, and he felt her gasp against his mouth melt into a pleading whimper when he cupped her whole feminine mound in his palm. He couldn't help but respond with his own groan when he felt that she was already dripping, and he gently started to massage her with his palm.

"You're so fucking wet!"

She was panting now, wiggling her hips in an attempt to make him do something more with that hand. Anything!

"Yeah? What are you gonna do about it?"

"That's for me to know and you to find out." He slipped his middle finger between her folds, and began to run the tip of it around the edge of her opening.

Her mouth opened in a soundless scream as she continued to pant.

"The card?" He was whispering.

"What card?"

He dipped the very tip of his finger inside her, only to pull it out again before he reached the first knuckle.

"What was the card?"

She was moving her hips harder, and he brought his other hand to her hip to steady her a little. Her forehead crinkled in frustration, and she started to bring in her own hand to help him.

Can't have that.

Before her fingers could join his hand between her legs, he plunged his middle finger inside her as deeply as it would go.

She moaned in pleasure at finally having something inside her, and the sound went straight to his groin. He was going to have to hurry.

He slowly pulled his finger back out of her, and then slowly slid it back in along with his index finger.

Ino was getting impatient, and she started to move up and down on his fingers. He matched her pace with both his fingers and his heavy breathing, making the 'come hither' motion with each thrust, sometimes spreading them into a V and sometimes keeping them together to hit that perfect spot on her front wall.

"You're so tight!"

She didn't answer. It was only a matter of about ten seconds before he felt her feminine muscles begin to contract around his fingers, and then she moaned louder than any of her others so far that night.

It was a small orgasm, but an orgasm nonetheless and she let her body fall forward onto his chest, resting her head on his shoulder while she came down from the high. He pulled his fingers out of her with a soft squelch and wrapped his arms around her, watching her beautiful face as she dropped back to earth. It didn't take long.

When her eyes opened, he was smiling at her. It was hard to tell if it was one of those goading grins or a genuine smile, but either way it left her breathless.

"I…shit."

"Aren't you a little old to be doing that in bed?" Now it was definitely a teasing smirk on his face.

She hoped she was still flushed enough to hide the blush that rose to her face.

"No, pervert! Not like that! I just mean…damn. I've never gotten there so fast."

He shrugged and shifted his weight so that his aching arousal brushed her thigh as he whispered in her ear.

"I'm flattered, but there's still plenty of time. And I hope you don't think that your first one was also your last."

He heard her let out a faint gasp, and he smiled as he ran his fingers through her long blonde hair.

Was that because it just clicked, or because she liked what I said? Both maybe?

She looked at him sharply.

"You didn't come."

"And you made it really fucking hard not to." He laughed softly. "But like I said. There's still plenty of time."

He pulled her into a soft kiss, knowing that almost no woman is ready to be rough just after an orgasm, and she responded. She pressed her body as closely and sensually against his as possible. He kissed his way down her jaw to nibble on her ear, and it wasn't long until he felt her turn almost to putty under his caress.

Ino shuddered at the feel of his breath against her sweat-dampened skin.

How the hell does he know exactly what to do and when to do it? We haven't even gotten to the sex yet!

Determined to keep at least some of her dignity, Ino pushed her body away from his and felt the cool night air rush against her front. It was incredibly refreshing, and she gave him a sexy smile, which he responded to with a raised eyebrow and a grin that seemed to ask if she was ready to go again.

She answered his nonverbal question by resuming the path he had interrupted earlier, kissing her way back down his chest and stomach to his groin. This time, though, she didn't tease him. As soon as she reached his cock, she trailed the tip of her tongue all the way down the top of the shaft to the tip and took just the head in her mouth. She saw his head fall back against the pillow.

She gave a small suck and saw a ripple flow down the muscles of his torso, and she took a couple more inches into her mouth and sucked again gently.

He moaned. He was on the larger end of average sized, and Ino had plenty of time and material to work with. She was going to make sure he enjoyed this.

She worked the head for a few moments, making sure to kiss, lick, suck, and caress every square centimeter of the soft skin on the head of his manhood. Occasionally he would sigh or groan, letting her know that she'd hit a particularly sensitive spot or used a technique he really liked, and she filed each one away in the back of her mind.

When she figured he was about ready for a little more, she slid her mouth down about halfway. She saw his hands clutch the bedding, and his breathing got heavier. She smiled to herself.

Maybe I can salvage those bragging rights after all.

She pulled back a little, exposing his hard, saliva-dampened flesh to the cool air just long enough for him to register the contrast before sliding back down his shaft a little further. She caressed him with her tongue as she went, and her reward was that he tilted his hips upward to meet her mouth.

She pressed her palms into his hips, silently commanding him to stay put and serving as leverage when she pushed herself away from him so that she could repeat the motion. Seeing the power she held over the more experienced shinobi was doing wonderful things to her insides. Already, she could feel the familiar heat gathering in the pit of her stomach, begging for attention.

Genma groaned. Where the hell did she learn to suck like that, and how many women would she be willing to teach?

As if the incredible soft hot sensations of her mouth around his cock weren't enough, her long hair had fallen to the side to brush against his naked thigh. The coolness and lightness of it was serving to provide a wonderful contrast to the searing slick heat coming from her mouth, and…

"Ah, fuck, Ino! You're fucking amazing at that…" He didn't say any more because he didn't trust his voice to be steady enough as she started to slide him deeper into her throat.

And deeper…

And…holy shit!

Genma was panting hard now, and Ino moaned at the sight and the feel of his heavy, needy breathing. He was getting close to coming, and he gripped the bedding tighter on either side.

His eyes closed at the feel of her voice emanating from around his flesh. She seemed to notice the effect that sound was having on him, because she did it again. And then again, matching the timing with the rhythm she set with her mouth.

It crossed his clouded mind to bury his hands in her hair, but he resisted the urge. Very few women appreciated that, and she was doing a damn fine job on her own. Instead, his hands found their way to her hold her wrists where she was using her hands to support her weight on his hips.

"Ino…shit…I'm so close…"

She took a deep breath before taking him all the way in again, and then she purred –she fucking purred!- around his cock with the head pressing against the back of her throat and the shaft fully taken into her mouth. As the vibrations from her throat were wreaking blissful havoc on his mind, she pressed the tip of her tongue against the base of his cock and then slowly rolled the pressure back toward her throat, sliding her mouth around him as she did so.

That was what did him in. His fingers tightened around her slim wrists, consciously just light enough to keep from bruising her as he groaned in response to the pleasure and heat engulfing him and expelling itself down her throat. She continued to move her head up and down, swallowing hungrily and then gently sucking up the last drops of his climax.

Her mouth and pace slowed and became gentler as she felt him starting to go soft in her mouth, and when he finally loosened his hold on her wrists, she gently raised herself up and allowed him to slide out of her mouth.

"…fuck, Ino."

She crawled back up to lie beside him for a moment, and he turned hooded brown eyes to meet her sparkling blue ones. She smiled demurely at his cheeky grin as though she hadn't just given him the best blowjob she'd ever delivered. Good things take time. I'll have to remember to slow down more in the future. She batted her eyelashes shyly.

"So…now what?" She lifted her hand to ghost over his pectoral muscles, down his stomach, and back up again. "Are you gonna be able to go again?"

He smirked, and she traced one fingernail in lazy circles on his chest and shoulder.

"Of course. I'm just…enjoying that for a minute." He shifted to face her so that he was lying on his side, smirk still safely in place. "Where'd you learn that?"

"Learn what?" She blinked, and he laughed lightly.

"That rippling thing you did with your tongue." He couldn't be sure in the minimal moonlight, but it looked like she might be…blushing? Really?

I bet nobody's ever been that specific. His smirk turned devious. This is just too sweet.

"Come on, now. Don't get shy on me." He leaned in and kissed her, brushing his thumb over her cheek as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. He could taste faint traces of himself, but he had gotten over that squeamishness long ago. She pressed into the kiss, and his hand found its way to her hip and pulled her closer to his body. After several seconds, he broke the kiss but didn't pull away.

"So are you gonna tell me where you learned that?"

"Why do you want to know?"

He brushed his lips over hers and slid his hand around her backside for a gentle grope.

"So I can thank the lucky bastard."

He saw her eyes flutter closed in response to his caress on her rump. She's ready to go again.

"I didn't learn it anywhere. I'm just…creative like that." There was a proud smirk in her voice, and he chuckled at it.

"I knew I liked you." He slid his hand back to her hip and gently pushed her onto her back, dropping his voice back to that deep sexy tone she seemed to love. "Now let me show you how creative I can be."

Cheers!