A/N: Been awhile yeah? Sucks I know, I wasn't happy about it either. Want to know what I've got for ya? That's right, the one thing you've all been waiting for. The one chapter all you dirty readers have been patiently waiting for that's been 48 chapters in the making. That's right, it's finally here and...GOD HELP ME! Seriously, writing this shit is just painful for me. Ugh. Anyways **this chapter is a sex scene** I'm not gonna explain myself past this. Don't want to read it. Don't. So don't complain. But thoughts on how I did are welcome.

Chapter 48: Behind Closed Doors

The room appeared in the same way it always did when he used the Hirashin. Like breaking the surface of water—a brief second of muted weightlessness followed by a rush of sound and air. Naruto sucked in a breath, catching the lingering scent of Hinata and fresh rain and felt his pants grow uncomfortably tight. A groan escaped him. He wanted nothing more than to take Hinata straight to his bed, but this was the Uzumaki household. Despite the layers and layers of security seals there were always a pair of nosy ears listening in, so he forced his hands between them and stepped away.

"Naruto…" Her tone told him everything she thought about his absence, and goose bumps skittered up his back like electricity.

"Door," he growled moving away and placed his palm upon it. As the silencing seal flared to life, so did the rational side of his mind. Were they seriously about to do this? God he wanted nothing more than to take her, but until a minute ago they'd hardly spoken. And when they had they'd practically been at each other's throats. Should he put a stop to it? Should they talk about everything between them—something which had grown so much vaster in the week apart. He turned back, and the look in Hinata's eyes told him she was thinking clearly again too. But the sensation on his swollen lips from seconds before throbbed with a steady reminder of where they'd left off, of where they'd been heading. And the way she was now, clothes wet and clinging to her, the rising mounds on her chest beneath the fabric, her face a heated mix of confusion and lust.

Talking could wait. Right now he wanted—needed—to make her scream.

He crossed the distance and Hinata took half a step back, trepidation flitting across her face. She was struggling with her emotions, he could practically feel it dancing across her skin, and he wasn't about to give her the chance she needed to do something they'd both regret.

"Naruto—" Hinata's lips were silenced as he captured them, her words shifting to a noisy sigh she leaned into. Their kisses quickly lost control—the inquisitiveness they'd held outside replaced by hungry desire. Naruto obliged, relishing in the drugging sweetness that seemed to coat her lips and tongue. It was over for him. Desire had beat out Reason and held him by the balls, reminding him every few seconds with a dull, painful throb that radiated from them all the way into his gut.

He tried to sate it with her kisses, running the tip of his tongue lightly across her lower lip before giving it a suck and releasing it with an erotic pop.

It wasn't enough.

"Naruto…" Hinata's eyes could barely stay open, desire affecting her as much as him. His hand slid up her body and disappeared into her tangle of hair, deepening the kiss as his other hand grasped her waist possessively and pulled her closer.

It wasn't enough.

"Naruto…" Her lips had ceased to kiss back, and when he pulled away he found reason struggling with desire in her eyes. "Why?"

She really couldn't articulate when emotional, and Naruto smirked as he kissed the corner of her mouth. Why? That left a lot to answer with no real direction to go, but he had an idea.

"Because I love," Naruto said punctuating with a kiss to her chin. "Because I need you," he gave another kiss to her jaw line. "Because I want you," he growled into her ear nipping it afterward.

Hinata shuddered and this time she couldn't stop the moan that came. Her hands fluttered to his shoulders clutching greedily once there. She was in limbo, trying to encourage and stop him.

"What are we?"

There it was. She wanted to know where they stood, her voice belaying the fear in her eyes. She'd stop this if he hadn't forgiven her. She was holding on to her integrity and loyalty to whomever she'd spend the rest of her life with, and Naruto respected the hell out of her for it. Not that it mattered anymore though, because he was going to shattered it. Just as she was going to his.

"Baka," Naruto smirked into her ear again, and he felt the entirety of Hinata still. His hand rose from her waist and thumbed her lips while he stared into her eyes. Apprehension and lust swirled within, and he knew if he kept her like this any longer she'd break. But he couldn't stop the urge to make her suffer a little longer, if only for the week she'd put him through.

"Are you going to tell me to stop," he asked and Hinata bit her lip, stifling her response as his fingers danced over her shoulders and pushed her haori to the floor with a wet smack. He trailed a hand down her back, her irregular breathing rubbing her hardened nipples against his lower chest causing his stomach to clench in arousal. "Are you going to deny what I want? What you want?"

His hand reached the small divots of her back and swirled there. Hinata tilted her head up to him, lips parting in a breathless sigh and hovering just out of reach. Half lidded lavender eyes gazed back unseeing and her body leaned forward as if directed by the tips of his fingers. But he didn't claim them. Instead he watched the agony form on her face as she longed for the touch, and smirked at her building desire while his own raged for him to take her. He couldn't tell what turned him on more: touching her or watching her reactions.

"Are you trying to save yourself for when you marry?" His jeer was light, but his tone rasped against her skin and penetrated her in ways she couldn't understand, causing her womb to clench at the unspoken promises of what was to come.

"I'm not a loose woman," Hinata growled, but her edge had tamed under his touch. Damn him, try as she might she couldn't muster the focus to appear angry. He was overwhelming her with attention she'd spent years aching for, and now that he was giving it to her she couldn't bring herself to stop him.

But there was a fear deep inside her, its poison barbed her heart and she needed to know. She needed to know if she was setting herself up for heartbreak. "I-I have principles."

Naruto smirked at her words, that sexy, reckless smile that caressed her like velvet and coaxed the juices from her trembling folds now throbbing for his touch. "Principles," he breathed in a husky drawl. His fingers dipped under her waistband and trailed along the lace of her underwear, leaving a wake of blissful static that shot straight to her swelling clit until they were rested just above it. "Would a woman with principles let anyone do this?"

His hand slipped lower and brushed her covered, wet lips and Hinata's mind shorted—every muscle in her body flexing as he teased her pussy with feather-light strokes. She wanted to blush, tell him the way he spoke was indecent, but instead she clutched harder at his shoulders and pulled him closer.

"You're not just anyone," she whispered. Her voice was high and strained, desire burning so hot inside her she was beginning to sweat, and she bucked her hips against his fingers howling inside at the burst of pleasure.

"Who am I?" She couldn't see the look on his face, her own buried in his neck, but could hear the demand there. Feel the power, intoxicating and potent, mixed with desire and a need to know.

She didn't answer. Half of her too immersed in lust to speak and the other too frightened to say it. She'd told him she loved him, yes, but he didn't know what she'd meant by that. It was too soon. Too embarrassing to say. Her entire life had been spent carefully guarding her feelings and words, only speaking them when she was absolutely sure rejection wouldn't be met.

But Naruto wasn't like that. He spoke his thoughts regardless of consequences, and he seemed hell-bent of prying them out of her this time.

His fingers grew impatient in her silence and shoved the drenched fabric covering her aside. She gasped, shuddered, and then moaned as he found her clitoris throbbing between her lips and worked it with slow, agonizing circles that only built the tension in her without giving the climax she desired.

"Who am I, Hyuuga Hinata," his dark, hoarse voice rasped in her ear and she felt all the secret, untouched muscles within her clench. "Do you get this wet for anyone?" He slipped his hand lower, parting her slick and heated pussy, tracing her entrance until it quivered. "Who. Am. I?"

"Ah, G-God!" Her hold on Naruto's shoulders had to be painful—her legs had turned to rubber and she supported her entire weight with her grasp. But if it was painful he showed no signs of it, continuing to slowly circle her, each time drawing more juice from inside and refusing to enter no matter how much she craved it. Not until she answered.

"God," Naruto husked back and she felt him grin against her. His thumb flicked her clit causing her to arch at the sudden ripple of pleasure while he continued teasing. "Even I think that's a bit lofty."

She couldn't take it anymore. The teasing. The feelings locked inside. They were fracturing her and the only way to make it stop was to surrender it all. "Uzumaki Naruto," her voice becoming a crescendo with each word. "You're the boy I've loved since we first met! The man I want to marry! The name I've dreamed of taking as my own!"

Her mind buzzed and chest tingled like it often did right before she fainted, but she was vaguely away that Naruto had stopped. His entire body had stilled and even his presence had seemed to have vanished. Her mind started to clear, suddenly wishing she'd lied as she pulled away to look at him only to find him grinning, and the predatory gleam in his eyes swept away any apprehension about how she felt for him. But the hunger glistening behind his sky blue eyes was dark and wicked, unspoken promises of ecstasy swirling within. Enough to awaken all her nerves at once in anticipation, sending a rippling torrent of fire across her skin and settling on her throbbing bud and swollen nipples.

"Then it's okay if I do this," his words rumbled from his chest while circling her pussy once. "Since you're my beautiful and deadly queen." They parted her and inched down with tantalizing promise. "My sexy and stubborn council rival and..." he squeezed two fingers inside her watching what little resistance she had left crumble away, "The woman I'm going to marry."

Hinata arched, raising her hips even further to entice him to go deeper while releasing a hoarse moan. Wave after wave of fire shot across her nerves and fanned the one raging at her center. She adjusted her arms wrapping them around Naruto's neck and smashed her lips into his with enough force to knock him back a step. He tried to keep up, working his jaw and tongue furiously against hers, but it was no use. His hands increased their tempo, pumping hard and rhythmic using violent pleasure as a means to bring her back under control.

Naruto's own body hummed for release, his mind working in such an intense clarity to remember every detail of these moments together. Lavender combined with the musky smell of Hinata's wetness oozing from her lips like honey filled his nose and he groaned into the kiss. He'd probably never be able to smell the perfume again without getting a hard-on. His hand slid from her, leaving a sigh of longing in its wake and wrapped both hands around her ass.

If there was one thing that could make Uzumaki Naruto stupid, then it was the perfectly formed balls of muscle that rippled behind Hinata. He had no problem admitting she had tits most women would kill for, but it was her ass that made his body ache when she passed by. And now that he finally had her in his grasp, he could stop himself from clenching the firm cheeks and pulling her close with a growl. Her whole body shook in response, forcing her to break their kiss and bury her face into his chest to muffle the noises she made.

Their hips worked against each other, arching, digging in, grinding his imprisoned cock against her covered lips, but it still wasn't enough. For every wave of pleasure that came there was an ocean of frustration behind it.

"Naruto," Hinata she finally managed after catching her breath and a thrill reverberated within him. "Please…"

He pushed against Hinata, using his size and weight to drive her back with stumbling steps. But she never broke from his lips, wrapped tightly around his straining neck as he herded her towards the bed. She might've allowed him to move her, but she wasn't giving up an ounce of control. Not yet. But he looked forward to breaking her, to hearing her scream his name as he took her over the edge.

Feet from the bed Naruto stopped their advance, and in her confusion Hinata relaxed her grip to look at him. His smirk matched the predator inside him, rumbling with primal hunger, and relished the way her eyes jumped wide when he clutched her hips and spun her. She gasped—but quickly cut to a moan when he ground into her behind, biting his tongue to keep from finishing while her cheeks strangled his cock with pleasure. His hands snaked around her front and under her shirt, holding her in place while he rubbed his length between her supple muscle. He felt his balls draw close, his entire stomach clenching as he lost himself to the pleasure massaging him through fabric.

Hinata could hardly breathe. He was everywhere, trying to smother her with his presence, and it was all she could do just to stay afloat. Her rigid nipples sent jolts of bliss with every breath as they rubbed against the fabric of her shirt. But it was below that had her in a frenzy. His calloused hands had her nerve endings howling in pleasure as the glided and gripped her stomach, holding her in place so he could split her with his hardened length, sending erotic, taboo sensations into her pussy. She tilted her head giving him access to her neck and cooed when he lips left a sizzle in their wake. She raised her arms and trapped his head against her neck and ground her hips back against him, intent on not being the only one teased.

"A-ahh," She screamed as he bit the nape of her neck, pain bleeding together with pleasure and sending her already reeling mind into a freefall.

"That's dangerous," Naruto said, voice shaking to maintain some semblance of control. His hand slid down over her swollen folds and gave it a light smack, forcing a gasp from her as she arched at the arrow of pleasure that shot from her clit to her womb. "Teasing me like that, you're asking for trouble."

Hinata tried to draw breath but his arms had wrapped around her waist making it difficult, and a terrifying thrill shot through her. He was dominating her and she loved it. But she wouldn't make it easy for him, and deep in her core she ached for what his fingers couldn't fill. It wasn't enough. She needed to feel it, skin on skin.

She reached back and slipped her hands under his waistband, her lips pulling up at the way he froze at the bare contact, and slowly closed her hands around him. He buried his face into her damp tangles trying to muffle his groan but failed, and her smile widened the same distance as her hands traveled until she felt the course bed of pubic hair at his base. She froze, trying to tease him but short circuiting herself at how close to touching the one thing her hands had failed to create in her fantasies.

And in that hesitance Naruto pounced.

Forcing her hands out of his with one hand, the other grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it up ordering into her ear, "Clothes off."

A second later her shirt hit the floor with a wet slap and her pants followed shortly after. A shiver passed through her as the air caressed her naked, damp skin, but the roaring furnace pressed against her combined with her own burning desire quickly turned her pebbled skin from cold to that of excitement. She swore electricity jumped from his fingers as he trailed them up her thighs, and she basked in the energy until she felt his fingers glance her waistband.

In an instant she whirled around out of his grasp, cocking her hip and placing a hand on it while giving him a sultry-laden stare. "No touching until your clothes are off too."

She wasn't sure if he'd heard her, his eyes roamed over her with such intensity she could feel his gaze touching her. She'd barely gotten the words out herself, her own stare skirting around the bulge seeming to strain hard against his pants. But then he tilted his head, and her heart did a shuddering climb when he grinned at her and undid his own haori dropping it to the floor. His wet navy blue shirt clung to his torso accenting the coils of hardened muscle underneath, and he wagged a finger at her.

"You aren't giving the orders around here, Hime. But I'll play along for now." He rushed her, and she let out a gasp instinctively falling back to soften the blow. But he pulled up short, and Hinata suddenly found herself sitting on the edge of the bed staring at the very thing she craved. "I won't touch, but I won't take anything off either."

Hinata didn't wait for him, hooking her thumbs under his shirt and ripping it over his head. "I think I could die happy," she thought eying every contour of muscle from his neck down to the defined V at his hips. Corded, thick, with the slight hint of perpetual tan he always seemed to have. Every breath he took caused a ripple of power to move across him, and her tongue darted out to her lips as her eyes fell lower to the part still hidden from her. "Happy but not satisfied."

Hinata's hands rested on his waistband, savoring in the way he stilled in anticipation before pulling his pants and boxer briefs down in one motion, and released the thick length of flesh trapped beneath. Hinata felt her mouth go dry.

It was so hard, the skin so taut, it looked painful. Heavy veins throbbed hungrily along the length—the wide crest of his tip pulsed seemingly with a heartbeat of its own, pushing a pearlescent bead of precum from its slit.

"Oh god," Hinata's eyes worked up Naruto's chiseled abs until she met his eyes, honed with hunger and lust, and felt her core tremble at the thought of accommodating him. She reached out and delicately wiped the tip with her thumb, relishing the way his entire body shuddered, and trailed her thumb and forefinger down his length until she gripped his base eliciting a groan. "I want to taste it," she said meeting his starving eyes. "I want to taste you, Naruto."

"For God's sake hurry," Naruto ground out. His entire body was straining at her slightest touch, his response so in tune and craving for her attention. She was in control and she loved it. "If I don't touch you soon I'm going to die."

Hinata wanted to smile. Was he so desperate to touch her? Did doing so bring so much pleasure to him? She didn't think it'd be possible, but she figured she could help. If only in a certain way. She wished she could say she had no idea what to do, but The Art of Seduction was a class all kunoichi in training were required to take. One she'd been mortified to partake in, but now thankful. On a slightly guiltier level though, a small private room at the local library had a hidden stack of erotica written by a certain famous author. She never checked them out, but they were always there when she was in the need for some late night fantasies later.

Hinata adjusted her grip on Naruto's heavy shaft, running her tongue from the base to the tip, before slipping the swollen head into her mouth and giving it a short suck. A ragged gasp escaped Naruto, and she slipped more of the length into her mouth until she nearly had it all. Then slowly, sensually, she inched it back out, running her tongue underneath until she reached the sensitive bundle of nerves just beneath the head and gave it a swirl. She was rewarded with a rasped curse, and a hand slid into her wet, tangled locks. She could feel his hand straining, shaking to react.

But he didn't clench. He didn't thrust. He just touched her as if reassuring she was actually there, like if he didn't then she'd disappear and it would only be his fantasy.

Hinata felt more juices slip from her pussy, surprised that the combination of tasting him and getting the reaction out of him could do so. She worked his shaft in a silent rhythm only she could hear, feeling it twitch and pulsate with every stroke. She sucked in, allowing her cheeks to rub the sides of hot member and received another groan for her effort, glorying in the way she made him feel. In the power and control she held over him.

"I guess that tongue of yours has another use besides the council room," Naruto said with a strained chuckle.

Hinata hummed in response, inwardly smirking at the way the vibrations forced him to clench his teeth and jerked when she lightly raked her teeth against him in retaliation. He thrust into her, not hard, but enough to stop her. He was close to the edge. She could feel it in his cock, pulsing in the blood just beneath the surface, and realized she wanted it nearly as bad as he did. More precum oozed from his tip, tasting salty and of unabated male. A taste only her love possessed and she felt herself grow even wetter.

Hinata sucked harder, the fingers of her free hand rubbing his swollen balls begging for the release of pressure, and lifted her eyes to his. Pleasure infused satisfaction whipped through her at the strained look on his face. But she was unprepared when Naruto's glazed eyes suddenly stared back with intense focus.

The hand in her hair slid down until he cupped her chin, halting her movement as his cerulean eyes bore into her. "So beautiful," he murmured and Hinata felt her face ignite. Slowly he rocked his hips, gently sliding in and out, savoring the sensation all while never breaking eye contact. "That blush…Those eyes…God help me I think I could fall in love all over again."

Hunger unlike anything Hinata had experienced, an all consuming lust screaming for her to finish him, hijacked her body. She wanted to take him over the edge, unleash the knot in him and take it all, drain him. But before she could act he pushed away, his cock sliding out of her mouth with a sensual pop and trail of saliva.

"Naru—" she started but Naruto move his thumb over her lips.

"My turn," he growled pushing her back on the bed. "You've had your fun, Hime, but if I don't have taste of my own I'll lose control."

Hinata started to complain, wanting to finish him first, but gasped when he scooped up her legs with one arm and raised them until her ass was off the bed. In one clean motion he slid her panties off and tossed them aside, then rolled her onto her stomach. Excitement and uncertainty flitted through her, and for a brief moment she thought maybe she'd pushed him too far.

Then she shuddered as his rough finger tips brushed the back of her knee and slowly glided up her leg, following her contours as they slowly spread out. She was unprepared for the light slap he gave her ass and the sting it caused. Unprepared for the electric infused arrow that shot straight through her and into her clit, her pussy gushing so fast she could feel the sheet beneath begin to wet, and a scream tore from her throat as she threw her head back and nearly tumbled into an orgasm. It was silent for a second, and Hinata buried her face into the sheet to hide her embarrassment but she wasn't given long.

"Well that was unexpected," she heard Naruto mutter, and before she could reply his hand returned rubbing the spot with undivided love until the sting was nothing more than a hot tingle. Her hands clenched the sheets, and she lifted her hips, pressing into his hand. The fire searing at her nerve endings burned straight through to her womb, where it clenched in hungry anticipation. She needed him now. Needed to feel his thickness inside her. Stretching her. Ruining her. Making her whole.

But before she could say anything his hand disappeared, and the spot where he'd been caressing suddenly grew cold. Then she felt a soft snap between her shoulders, and the world blurred as firm hands rolled her onto her back and her bra vanished into the darkening room.

"Now that's a sight I could never tire of seeing," Naruto murmured. He wasn't lying either. Hinata looked like a goddess from the paintings of old, and his sheets the canvas for the portrait. Her mess of locks haloed around her head and her pale skin glowed with a thin sheen of sweet. Her hands covered her heaving breasts and she crossed her thighs in a vain attempt at decency, but Naruto was having none of it.

A wicked, seductive smile played across his face as he parted her thighs and moved between them, and met Hinata's fevered face with a drawn out kiss. Her chest heaved, brushing her hardened nipples against his chest and he shivered at the contact.

"I think someone else wants attention," Naruto smirked breaking their kiss and leading a trail down her neck. He cupped one of her tits, relishing the soft flesh before moving his mouth over the rigid mound and giving it a lick.

"A-Ah!" Hinata hips bucked into his, grinding against his length.

"Easy Hime," Naruto groaned fighting back the climax threatening to take hold. "I'm gonna have my fun with you, so this might take awhile."

Hinata tried to argue, but he silenced her with another flick of his tongue and as she shivered he trapped her wrists over her head. Any fight left in Hinata died in her throat as he continued, sucking, licking, and gently nipping until their moans mingling together while he devoured her.

"Oh god…" Hinata moaned resuming her gyrations against Naruto. A thread of pleasure stitched its way between her nipples and clit, each stimulation resonating in the other until she thought she'd break. "Oh god!"

Hinata's mind knew nothing but pleasure, and her lover was giving so much of it she couldn't comprehend anything. She felt his grip slacken on her wrists and she broke free, digging her nails into his scalp and pressing him harder against her nipple as she worked the length of his cock against her swollen nub faster. Memories of their first night at the house surfaced, of her rubbing shamelessly against Naruto until she came. She'd thought she'd known pleasure then, but now she knew she'd been off. Way off. This skin on skin, their hot sexes teasing and coaxing each other while he did unexplainable things to her breasts—this was pleasure.

"Naruto, I can't stand…" a cry from her throat halted her plea.

"Hime you're making me crazy," Naruto groaned into her nipple.

"More, Naruto. Please. More!" she pressed her dripping folds against his throbbing tip, begging him to make her whole, but he pulled back.

"Not yet," he growled.

"I can't stand it anymore." Her voice was weak. Weak, but not broken.

"You can for a little longer," Naruto whispered between kisses as he worked down her smooth, flat stomach. "God your kisses taste sweet, Hime." He kissed the top of her hip, inner thigh, then right above her clit making it quiver in anticipation, "But I wonder if you taste sweeter here?"

He didn't give her a chance to respond. He flicked his tongue against her swollen bud with confident, easy strokes, and combined with his groans, Hinata's body became weightless.

Her thighs parted further, hips rising to him on their own, and Hinata never thought something could feel so good. Moments before she'd thought she knew pleasure, but she'd been wrong. Dead wrong. What else did Naruto know? How did he know? Every movement he made was perfect. Every lick, every stroke tightened the knot, but refused to release her. She wanted to scream—she was screaming—and if she could form words she'd beg him to take her.

She caught glimpse of Naruto's devil-may-care, irresistible smirk, before he covered her clit with his lips and sucked with slow, torturous drawls while his tongue darted around. Always in the right spot but never long enough. Just enough to torment, to tease, to make her moan and squirm but never enough to put her over the edge.

"N-Naruto it's too much," she cried tangling her hands in his hair. She pulled his face into her while raising her hips in a desperate attempt for release. She was begging, but she didn't care anymore, "Please, I can't stand it!"

"Just a little longer Hime," Naruto's silky hum sent the nerve endings of her folds titillating. "I need to taste more of you."

"Please," she panted. "I can't wait any longer. I need you now."

"You can," he crooned softly and licked lower. "And you will."

His hands slid under her ass, lifting them slightly higher and parting her cheeks sending a foreign burst of pleasure through her small entrance at the separation of flesh, and ragged cry filled the air as he buried his tongue in her pussy.

Hinata was unraveling. Every wall, every defense she'd raised to protect her crumbled away and flowed towards Naruto. She'd loved him. She did love him. But she knew it would take time, years maybe, before he'd manage to completely break through and truly know her. But this—an all encompassing pleasure—she couldn't hold her defense against it, and he tore it all away laying her totally bare to him.

His tongue thrust in and out relentlessly, his groans reaching deep inside her, adding to the explosion moments away from completely consuming her. She couldn't fight it. Her hips arched to him, begging, pleading, wrenching at his hair in hopes of pulling him deeper until he loosened her hands and moved them to her breasts.

"Touch them for me," he whispered lifting from between her thighs and curling her hands around her nipples. "If you do that for me, you can have me."

Hinata's face burned. Touch herself in front of him? It was so indecent. So dirty.

So deliciously sexy.

She felt the firm crest of his tip push against her entrance and her breath caught. God how she wanted it—wanted him. Her hands moved, massaging her own flesh while her fingers worked her swollen and rigid tips.

A few quiet seconds passed as Naruto watched, eyes drinking in the image below him, committing every detail, and then finally he moved.

"I'll go slowly," he promised. He gripped her hips, pulling her to him as he nudged her slick entrance open. His swollen head wedged through her, parting, stretching her slowly, sending rivulets of blissful fire radiating through her just from the slight penetration. A groan tore from Naruto's lips, and Hinata felt the vibrations resonate in her womb. "God. So amazing."

So dirty. So wicked. So sexy tempting him while he worked. Hinata's own lips parted and a satisfied coo escaped as he slid his length into her. Her fingers worked harder, and soon she found herself slipping away in a violent torrent of pleasure. The alternating sensation of her breasts and pussy adding the final powders to the explosive barrel that was now her core.

"Naruto." Her eyes closed and hands tightened on her nipples. It was too good. Too much pleasure. Too intense.

"You're killing me, Hinata." Naruto's voice was rough as he continued to inch into her, his breath labored just like hers. He cursed and his hands gripped her hips tighter, "So tight, you're too perfect."

His hips finally pressed against hers, completely sheathing himself in her up to the hilt, and Hinata felt complete. Perfect. Whole. The head of his cock throbbed within her, heated and heavy, like a bar of red iron, spiking her own heat just beneath her skin. She felt her womb clench, ripple and quiver in pleasure at the space it was forced to accommodate, pain searing into pleasure that knotted her center tighter. Her clit throbbed, pressing firmly against his hips, euphoric release just a few brushes away.

"N-Naruto." Trembling, she fought for the orgasm she so desperately craved just out of reach.

"You're making me want to lose control, Hime." Naruto whispered voice hoarse with strain. "But I want this to be good for you. God I want it to be good."

Hinata's breath caught as she stared at the man she loved so intensely. Did it really matter to him that much? Was her own pleasure really so important to him. It was like a stone slab door gliding open effortlessly on perfectly oiled hinges. She opened to him, everything to know about her there before him. And from the look in his eyes she knew he accepted it all.

"It's good," she promised closing her eyes and twisting her nipples harder. "G-God, it's so good."

"It's about to get better," he growled.

Again she was proven wrong when she thought she couldn't possibly feel more pleasure. Naruto pulled almost all the way out and thrust back in forcing a moan from her lips. It wasn't hard, or fast, like she expected from him. He was an impulsive person, someone who'd go all out from the beginning. This was a side she'd never seen before. There was an almost lazy look in his gaze, a sensual draw as he slid in and out at a tantalizing pace. Each movement stealing another piece of her mind away as he pushed her higher. It seemed he had more than one demon in him, and the one before her now was a sensual devil.

"Lift your breasts, Hime." Naruto murmured. "I want those pretty nipples again."

Hinata wasted no time, cupping and raising them with an arch of her back. Naruto mouth devoured one of them greedily, giving a hot suck that had her throwing her head back with a scream. Naruto never slowed his thrusts, working his cock in and out, and pausing just long enough at the end of each thrust to send an arc of electricity through her as he rubbed his hips against her clit. Each suck of her nipple, rasp of his hip against her bud, throb of pleasure infused pain of her clenching pussy—everything pushed her higher and higher until her entire body was trembling. But still he held back just enough. Drawing their love making out like a game, keeping her chained to earth instead of flying off with release.

"I'm close." Her broken gasp sounded far away. "I'm so close."

"Not yet," Naruto rumbled, switching to the other tight peak. "Feel good for me, Hinata. Feel so fucking good."

"I can't!" Hinata released her breasts and latched onto his shoulders, desperately trying to increase the pace herself.

"Just a little more, Hime."

He leaned forward and recaptured one of her breasts with his free hand, bringing it to his mouth for another hot suck. His other slid to her back side, gripping a supple cheek and pulling her closer to him, reaching deeper, stroking longer.

Hinata's mind completely and wholly shattered. She was aware her screams had become raw. She was aware every nerve ending of her body tingled and flared with fiery ecstasy. She could feel the mountain of tightly strained muscle above dominate her completely, feel his stiff cock swell even more as he pushed forward for the finish, bending her to his will with pleasure.

His pleasure, her pleasure, it pierced through both of them, tying them together and binding them for eternity. His controlled thrusts reached a crescendo, slamming into her with enough force that should have hurt but only increased the pleasure rocketing within. He growled, animalistic and feral, and her nails clawed down his back just as savagely, pulling herself up to him.

Naruto broke from her nipple, meeting her filmy gaze with his own instinctual focus. She claimed his lips, eyes squeezing shut as she screamed his name into him, everything exploding at once, pleasure whipping with a cataclysmic force that ripped completely through her.

She heard a shattered male cry, felt Naruto tighten and shudder as his grip on her increased, and felt pleasure burst into her like lava. Like white hot electricity shot straight into her soul.

A/N: For those of you thinking, "Hinata got off easy!" I've got something planned for her. I know I bitched and moaned about writing this chapter, but I have one more scene planned to...ahem...punish her.

Later!