This story is very mature.
Welcome to Suna. Where the lights never die and the fun never stops. Sakura and Ino lie to their parents to spend a wild weekend in a forbidden city. Will they regret it? Or will they both find something worth coming for?Main pairing is GaaraxSakura and side InoxKankuro.[Listening to 1989 album by Taylor Swift.]
Chapter summary: Sex.
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WELCOME TO SUNA, Part 5, Sex on a bed
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"So, what shall we do with ourselves now?"
The question hung in the air and Sakura licked her lips as Gaara lowered his head to lick her neck. His thumbs were circling her nipples and she grabbed at him, instinctively pushing her breasts up toward him. But he was still pushing her against the sink and she remembered she still smelled of alcohol. And so did he.
Sakura was self-conscious about this, and took Gaara's hands in hers to stop him.
"I need a shower," she said. "So do you."
He pouted for a moment before getting excited, his eyes sparkling and smirking.
"Alone," she added. Sakura wanted her first time to be flat on Gaara's back and not pressed up against cold tiles. If she showered with him, that's how it would end. They could use the bath/jaccuzi later. (Whatever it is) She smiled shyly at that thought.
The pout was back but she put her foot down. He showed her where everything is and said, to save time, he was going to use a guest room en suite shower. Humming at him, Sakura pushed him out of the bathroom and started to undo the zipper on her dress. She wondered if maybe she was making a mistake not letting him join her as she ran her hands over her hips as she undressed.
Her body felt highly sensitive and Sakura realised it was all Gaara. Ghost sensations of his hands on her body haunted her as she stepped into the shower and turned the faucet on. The pressure and heat was amazing and Sakura moaned as she worked the loofah over herself, the milky body wash making her skin sing. She imagined Gaara's fingers were the ones tweaking her nipples and moving down to the soft curls between her legs.
Sakura got herself off quickly, not wanting to explain why she was taking so long. Remembering the way Gaara looked at her when he clearly thought they were going to shower together almost made her cum on the spot.
Shivering, she turned everything off and stepped out grabbing the towel from the nearest rack. As she dried herself, she remembered, much to her embarrassment, that Gaara hadn't supplied her with clean clothes. She rummaged through the huge built in cupboard looking for a bathrobe and found a dark blue one. It was extremely comfortable and sensual as she threw it on; the material kissing her skin like silk.
"Sakura?"
She tied the robe quickly and hastened to the door, running her fingers through her hair. At least the expensive shampoo seemed to be really good at untangling her mess. She stopped suddenly, almost running into Gaara's chest as it swung open.
His bare chest.
Clothing was optional when trying to fuck a random girl you pick up in a bar.
"You're finally done."
Sakura barely registered that her eyes had lowered over Gaara's toned, lean torso of it's own accord; for a moment all she could focus on the fact that his dick was semi hard. In her drunken haze the night before, she hadn't really stared at it beyond trying to figure out if she should lick or suck.
Her face probably looked like a tomato as Gaara lifted her chin with his fingers. She couldn't look away from his light green eyes as her perusal had not gone unnoticed.
"I think you'll find my eyes are up here," he said, obnoxious.
"Y-yeah." She stammered.
His free hand started undoing the tie on her bathrobe. "Let's get started, shall we?"
All Sakura could do was nod her head. Thoughts left her brain as he exposed her gently, the robe falling to the floor silently. She wanted to cover herself up but his eyes were still on hers, making her want him to see her. It was contradictory.
Then his lips were on hers, nibbling, sucking, as he wrapped his powerful arms around her petite body. Their naked bodies pressed firmly against each other, Sakura felt all the nervousness rush out of her. His hips pressed against hers and she was immediately aware of the warmth of his bulge nestling along her nub, creating friction against her pubic hair.
She didn't hold back the moan. "Bed," she said, feeling very confident.
Not wanting to pull away from her, Gaara manoeuvred the pink haired girl backward toward his bed. She stumbled as the back of her knees hit the bed, still kissing Gaara, her hands now roaming his chest.
But Sakura needed to see where she was going, so she pulled away from him. She almost faltered because now she could see his dick again and she felt childish for blushing at the sight of it.
"Come on." Gaara took pity on her and moved her to lay on the bed.
Sakura felt self-conscious again, her body exposed to the cool air, and moved to cover herself, lifting her knees to block as much of her body from the redhead as she could.
"You're beautiful," he assured her, sliding onto the bed next to her.
Gaara immediately pulled her to him and started kissing her again. It was familiar territory so she attacked his mouth with vigor. As she lost her nerves again, Gaara manoeuvred them again so that one of his legs had parted hers and was nestled between hers.
This is going to happen! She thought. We're going to have sex!
She shivered with anticipation, her stomach clenching and her insides squirming. She could already feel a pool of wet between her folds but Sakura thought that was probably because of the shower. Gaara's hand trailed down her body, touching her in all the right places and all the right ways before dipping into her wetness, fingers thrusting inside her as his thumb played with her nub.
Sakura groaned and her hips jerked. When she came again, and the lights blurred in her orgasm, she almost missed the sight of Gaara sucking her juices off his fingers. He chuckled at the shock on her face and moved half off of her for a moment. She was confused, thinking maybe he didn't want to keep going. But she was wrong.
"Just to be safe," he said, sitting up. She watched as he ripped open the condom packet and slid the condom over his penis. It was much larger than it had been a few minutes ago!
Sakura shifted uneasily and swallowed heavily as Gaara moved to hover over her, pressing their bodies together as he kissed her again. She struggled to calm down. Thoughts of pushing him away didn't last long as he took the time to remind her she loved his kisses and being touched by him.
Then his hand was on his dick and his chest was heavier against hers. Gaara's eyes were focused on the petals of her pussy, and the edge of him was pressing against her opening. He paused to part her legs further and she was unconsciously aware of just how open she was to him now. How exposed and ready. She braced herself, lifting her knees and hands to his hips.
He pushed in slowly, groaning. The first inch was slow going as the tip of him edged past the first threshold of her canal.
"Relax," he murmured, kissing her. She nodded and forced the muscles in her pelvis to calm down. It wasn't hurting but the tension was driving her mental.
Gaara continued to inch in but a little faster now, just trying to fit himself into her with minimal fuss. She sighed deeply at the foreign feeling of his dick and smiled, biting her bottom lip. It was weird but felt nice. His pubic hair brushed against hers, making them both moan.
"Sakura," he moaned, and her eyes opened. She didn't remember closing them. Hovering inches from hers, his face was flushed; his mouth open and his eyes wide, he looked so beautiful and she guessed, entranced by her.
Sakura moaned his name in return, holding her hands along his sides as Gaara stilled for a moment. He was fully sheathed inside her, and she closed her eyes again and couldn't think about anything but the way his dick felt inside of her. How it just felt so right. She had heard it was supposed to feel like feeling full. Like every inch of her was squeezing him. Ino had said it didn't always feel like that. That sometimes it barely fit and just didn't do anything other than move through you.
But Gaara felt like he fit perfectly. The walls of her vagina spasming and gripping him like velvet. He hadn't moved yet, giving her a moment to get used to him. She felt him shudder and wondered if he'd ever done this before. She was the one that was supposed to be trembling. But he was holding well, so she supposed he had...
No, don't go down that jealous route. This is just sex.
As her fingers dug into his skin, Gaara started to move, slowly. Sakura felt anal, counting every thrust as he started out shallow, digging in and out. In. Out. In. Out. One. Two. Three. Four. But it was a lifeline her brain insisted on holding onto because of the unfamiliar sensations. She struggled to pace her breathing as her hips began to move with the redhead slowly fucking her.
Ten. Eleven. Twelve. She was starting to feel him more along the ridges of his penis. It was a friction of pleasure. Maybe she was imagining it. Euphoria was a drug on her brain. Gaara started to speed up and Sakura lost count at eighteen. She shuddered violently. She lifted her hips as he drove into her all niceties gone. Her body clenched around his intrusion and she had adjusted.
Gaara fucked her into his bed as hard and fast as he could. The four poster monstrosity creaked and the headboard slammed into the wall. Sakura started screaming, her legs locked around his hips as he braced himself against the headboard to keep up his pace. She cried with no tears. She dug her nails into his back and drew blood. She whimpered. She moaned. She screamed again.
The tentative inching of his cock was done. Her thoughts were buzzing white noise as she didn't register her lewdness coming out. The friction inside her body felt hot enough to light the room on fire. The slap of wet skin was a symphony with his thrusts. And then it all ended abruptly.
"Gods yes!" Gaara cried.
There was a strange sensation inside her vagina that Sakura couldn't quite place. And then it was over. She moved without thinking and suddenly was aware of how sore and tender her body felt.
She was still so hung over. Sakura felt dizzy as Gaara fell limp against her. His breath tickling her ear, his slick body sweat too hot as she wriggled for him to move. With a groan of exhaustion he did as she motioned and then his deep breathing indicated he had fallen asleep.
Sakura glanced at him wearily, noting the satisfied look on his face, and the fact that he was still wearing the condom. She wasn't sure how to feel about that but didn't have the energy to care right now.
She sighed deeply, allowing herself to smile as she stared at the ceiling, stretching her shaky and flushed naked body over the covers of Gaara's bed, then wincing at the mild sting between her legs. She grinned. She'd just had sex.
And it was fucking awesome!
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