unedited/ not proofread (11/5/21)
Sasuke
She looks as if she's struggling with what to say next, her mouth ajar with not a single word leaving her pink lips. But her eyes tell all. Out of all the things I thought I'd see in them, relief is a pleasant surprise.
I had wondered how she'd react to this before, playing a hypothetical image of her grinning, maybe gloating at her win, but even then, I had a feeling that wouldn't be how it would happen. A part of me hoped she'd be just as tired of this as I have become. And it seems as though that is the case.
Pride aside, I've been growing impatient, and I was already debating on this since that incident in the dressing room. I'll let her gloat all she wants if she wants to, but in the end, we'd both be satisfied. And perhaps, it would lead to more satisfaction to come.
Sakura hasn't said a word, and neither have I. We've just been watching each other. I take note of the way her lips slowly morph into a smile, the way her teeth bite into her bottom lip as her eyes briefly leave mine, shifting down to our current position; her on the counter, me standing between her open legs.
"Thank God," I hear her say as I watch her hands trail up my chest. "I was about to lose my mind."
I lean in and brush my lips against hers. It's just a simple taste of a kiss but with that singular action, any trepidations she could have left disappeared.
"Could've forfeited first," I reply in a whisper before she begins to deepen the kiss, fanning already lit flames. My hand comes up to frame the side of her face, my thumb resting just beneath the line of her jaw.
"You did me the honors." Our lips part, and I can clearly see cogs turning in her mind, mischief clouding her eyes. "Might as well reward you."
She turns her head and reaches for the glasses of wine forgotten on the counter, just an arms length away from where she sits.
I raise a brow as she brings her wine glass to her lips and watch as she takes a long, slow sip. Curious as to how she'd react, I raise a hand to take the glass from her, but she moves her hand, stopping me from doing so.
"Who said I was sharing?"
"What are you up to?" I ask, hand still hovering close to her chin.
Instead of responding, she lifts the glass back to her lips, but, before it could reach her lips, the glass tilts, letting the wine drip onto my fingers. As soon as I see the smirk on her lips, I know where her mind is at. I can't say I'm against what she has in mind.
"Oops," she says, not an ounce of sincerity in the word. She puts the glass back down behind her, then holds my wrist, bringing my hand closer to her mouth. "Let me clean that for you."
"Sakura." Her name is a yearning on my lips, a forgiving relentlessness, a want to rush but the desire to wait. The first time was a scratch in need of itching. Tonight, it's a reunion, one I intend to make last.
The chill of the wine warms to the touch of her tongue on my skin, a warm wetness stopping the drips of wine from falling farther down my arm as she laps it up, slowly, tantalizingly so, all the while never breaking the contact between our eyes, making me aware of the heat in her eyes, the flames burning bright. I've no doubt I look the same. The stiffness I feel below makes me certain.
As if reading my thoughts, I feel her free hand skim up the sides of my torso, a light touch that stops at the hem of my shirt, bunching it up in her palm before letting her fingers rest on the skin of my abdomen. The touch distracts me for a moment, but then she opens her lips, bringing two of my fingers into her mouth, and I can't help but focus on her face. Her mouth welcomes the two digits fully, letting her tongue lick its length before sucking them in.
I exhale at the sight, fisting a hand in her hair, my eyes never straying. She's breathtaking.
Her hand on my abdomen takes this moment to glide down to the tent in my pants, and I let out a guttural groan at the contact. The sight of her lips around my fingers and the feeling of her fingers rubbing on my clothed length does exactly what she wants: make me want her more. I've known I wanted her, and it's becoming torturous, the pace we've set, the pace I want to set for tonight. But it appears she wants to see how long I can hold out. While my pride yells from some part in my brain, I want to see what she has in store, let her take the lead for now.
Her mouth leaves my fingers, focusing on my length. I tilt her chin up towards me and take her lips, a reverent, lingering kiss that takes her breath away as she moans into my mouth. My tongue parts her lips, melding it to mine as her free hand's fingers dig into my shoulders, her impatience coming through.
Sakura's other hand continues its assault on my member, stiffening all the more with every rub, with every breath I steal from her lips. But she makes me stop, lightly pushing my chest. I take a minute to appreciate the sight of her just-kissed lips, pink and plump, slightly open, her chest heaving. She scoots off of the counter, and I move aside to let her get on her feet.
"You just had to kiss me," she says, eyes clouded in pleasure.
"Are you complaining?"
"No." She looks down. "But I'm supposed to be giving you your reward."
"I'd say that was part of it." I follow her gaze and smirk.
She shakes her head, stifling a chuckle before closing the distance between us and stealing a brief kiss, letting me taste the velvety smooth wine still lingering on her tongue. "Let me continue then."
She kneels down, slowly, eyes speaking of a promise she intends to keep. My hand touches the back of her neck, moving her hair to the side. This gives me a quizzical brow from her, amusement dancing in her features.
Her palm trails down my chest all the way down to my groin, a gentle pressure on my member.
"Sakura," I warn, breath hitching.
She only smiles in response. Her face moves closer as her hand palms my length through my already tented pants. She palms it, slowly adding pressure as her lips move tantalizingly closer to it. Her tongue peeks out of her lips and licks. I still, my hands grabbing the back of her head.
That only makes her bolder, letting her tongue lap it from the base to the tip, a layer of clothing still keeping me from feeling her wetness directly on my skin. The wait seems long, but she spares me, watching me from beneath her lashes.
Finally, she pulls down my pants, boxers along with it, and my length springs free from its confines. At that moment, her eyes leave mine as she focuses on it, wrapping her hand around it. The sensation of her fingers stroking me, skin on skin, evokes a rasp noise from my throat. The urge to speed things up has come, but I hold it back, wanting to savour this, savour her.
She's enjoying this, the control. I let her enjoy it because in time, it'll be my turn.
Sakura moves forward, her hand still on me. From base to tip, rubbing and squeezing me. My fingers tangle in her hair, grasping what control I have left. She continues her teasing, enjoying the torment she's inflicting on me, but with one long, lingering look, her mouth takes me in.
I tilt my head back.
The heat, the desire, the pleasure swamping my senses. The vision of her mouth wrapped around my cock, of her tongue licking the tip before diving in to take me in fully, her head bobbing back and forth, is one I intend to keep stored in my memory. Right now, it's just this feeling, this moment of bliss, this beginning of the end of the weeks-long battle we've put ourselves through.
She continues her assault on me, taking me in deep, pumping and pleasing. Her tongue roams and presses, her mouth encircling my cock as I spy her hand making its way in between her legs. An abrupt jealousy stirs within me, but I quell it. In time.
She takes me in deep. I feel her throat as she pumps me in harder, and there's something building within me as her eyes water, as the noise her throat makes gets louder and quicker as she goes on, taking me all the way to the hilt.
I want him to remember this. I want the memory of my mouth taking him in deeply, slowly, to replay in his mind just like the feeling of his mouth devouring me will be forever etched into my mind.
I'm close, I know it. I have to make her stop.
"Sakura."
She gets the message, her assault slowing until her mouth leaves my cock with a pop, saliva dripping from her lip as I cup her chin with my fingers, bringing her up to my lips. The taste of me on her, addictive, delicious, an aphrodisiac.
"Good girl," I say with a smirk, wiping her chin.
She rolls her eyes before kissing me again, relentless, desperation having been built up, her patience waning. I break the kiss, needing something before we continue. And it's in my bedroom drawer. "Here or..?"
She looks at the door to my bedroom then back at me. "Unless you have a condom in your kitchen drawers."
I shake my head. "I'm afraid I don't keep them with the utensils."
"Shame," she says before walking to the bedroom door, leaving behind her shirt on the floor, nothing but her panties on.
She waits on the bed, eyes watching as I walk to the drawer, remove my shirt, and put on the rubber. I can tell she's doing her best to look patient, but we both know that it's wearing thin, hers and mine. Once the condom is on, I turn to her, her gaze hungry, wanting.
She moves to the side of the bed where I stood, on her knees, reaching up to me, her hand on the back of my neck bringing my lips to hers. I breathed her in, her scent, her breath, her essence.
I tugged at her hair, exposing my throat and broke the kiss, burying my face into her neck, kissing and licking and biting my way up her ear. Her breathy moan hits my ears, and I feel her nails dig into my arm.
"You sure are taking your time."
"Impatient now?"
"Aren't you?"
"Enough not to bury my face in between your legs?"
In response, I feel her other hand grab onto my back, pulling us closer, my erection on her stomach. "Are you sure you can wait?"
"I'm beginning to think you can't."
She whines into my neck. "Sasuke, please."
"You're saying please?"
"Just fuck me already!"
I can't help the amused exhale I release. "Then I guess that would have to wait until round two."
The promise spurs her enough to look at me.
"Turn around."
She does, her elbows on the mattress, ass in the air, head turned to me. In a swift motion, my hands find her thighs and pull her towards me, ripping the fabric covering her core into two, putting it in full display. I hear her surprised gasp before my hands grab onto her ass cheeks, spreading them before my breath hovers over her core.
"Sasuke!"
My tongue flicks her clit before taking a long lick all the way back up. She moans and her hips begin moving, trying to ride my face. But I stop her movements, gripping her ass harder. She whimpers as my mouth attacks.
Sakura's on the edge, as I was in the kitchen, but I stop just before her body could tighten even more. She whimpers at the loss. "Sasuke."
Standing, I push my hips against her ass, and I can't stop the growl from escaping me. Leaning down, I nip at her neck, my hand reaching under and grasping her breast, fingers pulling at her hardened nipple.
"Fuck, yes," she breathes out as she feels the head of my cock pressed against her entrance. But I didn't fully enter. Instead, I push in slightly then pull out, the same torturous pace she set in the kitchen. But I won't last long, the pace already making me just as hungry as she is.
"Sasuke, come on. Please," she pants. "Just fuck me already."
Her voice is enough, just enough to let go of the ounce of control I had left.
I push forward in one jarring motion, making her thighs slam onto the mattress. A scream tore through her as a white light covered my vision for a split second before clearing. "Fuck," I say, the sensation overwhelming every part of me.
Then again, I push back and forth, no pauses, just the unrelenting pounding. My cock thrusting hard and fast. There were no more words, only sounds, delicious sounds from her lips.
Her hands clench the duvet, my grip on her waist still tight as I continue slamming into her. Gone was the slow pace I intended to keep, the wait already agonizing enough. Now, we only want release.
Perhaps I meant to be gentle, but it's difficult to be, especially after holding out for as long as we did. She's worked up. I'm worked up. We've been teetering on the edge as it was already.
Her voice grows louder, her walls clenching me tight, tensing as she pulses around me. My fronts flush to her back, and I can feel her body quivering, an intense orgasm ripping through her. But even then, I didn't falter, my hips only moving faster, harder, not giving her the chance to come down before building her back up.
My breath on her neck, my hand on the mattress next to her, I curse. "Shit."
"Fuck! Sasuke!" Her legs give out on her, her knees struggling to keep her up as I continue pounding into her. She cries out in a scream, coming again with nearly the same overwhelming force as the first.
"Sasuke-" She pants. "I… Oh my God!"
There's a change in me. I hear myself grunting louder, my movements becoming less and less fluid until finally, that pressure within me finds its release, a sigh, a long, deep sigh.
Finally.
"Well," Sakura says, still trying to catch her breath, her hand on my chest as we lay in bed. "I did say I was looking for a screw."
Part of me almost laughed.
"You were right about the release being worth it."
I had no doubt about that, but the reality of just how much is almost shocking. I simply hum in agreement.
"But seriously, that was…"
It was.
"Almost couldn't believe that was you."
"Already throwing out insults, are you?"
"I'm not!" She laughs. "Just, you were pretty rough tonight."
"It's what happens when the wait's been this long."
"You're talking like it's been years."
"Considering what's occurred in the past few weeks, it may as well be."
"Well, at least I know you're not as boring as your color palette."
"And here's the insult."
She grins. "Had to."
I scoff. "Sure."
I stare at the ceiling, her warmth on my side, the memories of her lips around my cock, of her clenching around me still fresh. Images of her in the gym, her leg around me as I tasted her lips, of the afternoon in her apartment where I felt her for the first time, my fingers inside her, our bodies together on her couch. But those raw, heated memories fade and I remember the conversations we've shared up and down the company building stairs, the walk in town, lunch in that hole-in-the-wall restaurant, the brewery tour.
To think that a few months ago, I didn't want to be around her. Now, my time's been spent mostly with her. And I don't dislike it. It was enough for me to forfeit first, worth it to do so. Perhaps because I enjoy her warmth, I know that I do, but I've come to enjoy her company too, despite how absurd our conversations are, how absurd the whole situation we're in is.
These thoughts persist through the night, through another round of feeling her warmth around me, of unyielding want, of passion shared between two bodies.
Perhaps I'm in deeper than I originally thought I could possibly be.
Notes:
Hello, I came back after months of being busy with school and a declining mental health with a bang (literally, lol)
Hopefully this isn't too bad! It's been a while since I've written smut and I don't usually write smut in a man's perspective so djsfhsdjkf