Chapter 8

Your Skin Like Gravity

Kiba led her through the Inuzuka Compound to his house, the hounds looking up curiously and sniffing in the air. They turned their heads and went back to sleep. Sakura was soaked in Kiba's scent, so no noise was made at all.

They entered his house and she took off her shoes as Kiba shut the genkan door. She moved ahead, sliding open a shōji door and looked around as he took off his own, finding the place very organized.

Whomever had decided on the interior had done a splendid job. Alcoves cradled calligraphy and paintings, the ikebana wedged on the corners, and the cushions surrounding the chabudai table were adorned with tatami mats. She was admiring it with her palm still on the door when Kiba came up to her, resting his chin on her shoulder and encircling his arms around her waist.

"Mine is at the back," he whispered in her ear.

She turned around, a big smile on her face as she almost pushed him against the door again, and he was afraid they would fall through the paper screen.

Sakura's pulse raced as Kiba, with the untamed precision of a wolf, brushed a strand of hair from her face. He took her hand just like he had done back on the dance floor and led her down the hallway to his own room, sliding the door open with his foot to find a room similar to the one she had seen previously, this one with Akamaru snoozing atop a shikibuton.

"Akamaru, get out," Kiba ordered as he lit one lantern. The big white dog lifted his head and almost doubled back when he saw Sakura make her way behind him, throwing long shadows in her wake. Akamaru jumped out of the futon, sniffing around Sakura and growling in approval. As soon as he was out the door, Kiba slid the door shut.

"Seems like Akamaru likes you too," he told her, grinning. "He's saying that..." but he couldn't finish. No sooner had he locked the door, Sakura was upon him, lips locked and her hands all over his body once more, continuing where they had left off.

The journey to this moment had been a rollercoaster of daring escapades, and now, within the confines of his room, their connection took on an unbridled, ferocious resonance.

Kiba's own hands were wedged in her hair, and he slowly made his way down to her shoulders, trailing his fingers down till he held both of her breasts comfortably in his grip. He groaned loudly against her lips, giving them a squeeze, and felt his cock start to awaken once more.

Sakura placed her hands over his, throwing her head back and moaning in turn. She felt giddy in pleasure. With a gentle but almost reckless touch, Kiba guided Sakura to the futon on the tatami floor, where he swooped down to brush away Akamaru's hair from the kakebuton cover.

She felt impatient looking at him as he brushed the covers, the rustle of fabric the only sound other than their unruly heartbeat. She saw a chance at her victory. She pushed him, and it was Kiba who ultimately fell on his back.

He grinned in pleasure nonetheless, accepting his loss. He sat back up as she climbed over him, entwining her fingers in his. Their foreheads touched and she once more felt his hot breath on her face. She reached for his shirt, trying to get it off of him and he obliged instantly. She felt his strong biceps, his shoulders, and his bare abs. His skin felt like hot water, more to do with how much he was sweating.

He slowly reached over to try and take off her own dress. Dimly once more, she registered that he would just tear it in the process with the manner in which he was tugging her zipper. As the sleeve fell down her right shoulder, he found himself running his nose down the length of her exposed arm, sniffing and nuzzling. The sight alone was sexy beyond measure. When the other sleeve fell, making its way down her elbows and the dress finally revealed her breasts, he whistled loudly in appreciation.

The scent of fresh tatami mats hung delicately in the air as Sakura and Kiba sat together, fingers entwined once more. It was all he could do not to ravage her that instant. Her skin felt like gravity as it pulled in every part of him and he found himself unable to break contact. He took the dress off her completely, feeling her bottom in its wake. Seeing her in a bra and panties, his penis flexed harder, saluting her. As Kiba's fierce eyes met Sakura's once more, it was as if lightning sparked between them.

He felt her bare legs, humming in pleasure. Her eyes lingered on his, heavy with anticipation, as he reached up to unhook her bra. He fumbled with it, trying to work it right till he finally managed to pull it off slowly. His eyes drooped below and were stuck on her cleavage.

As the bra came off and her breasts released, he found himself unable to stop staring at her soft, pink nipples. He leaned in to take a gleaming nipple in his mouth, and he howled in ecstasy, as he massaged her other breast in turn. He slowly ventured below down to her bellybutton and licked it as well before returning and providing the same treatment to her other nipple.

Sakura felt herself now successfully soaked. His moans were doing something to her, and she felt her womanhood clench. She had never been this intimate with a boy before that she connected on an entirely different plane of emotions, where every touch on her skin felt like the pull of gravity.

Sasuke had excused himself always by saying that he did not know what their future held and if they would ever be truly together. He had never returned her feelings and had only been with her because she had 'annoyed him into giving her a chance' and also that 'Kakashi-sensei had guilt-tripped him'. In a way, she supposed that he did not take away her maidenhood, even if he had used and trampled all over her heart.

She knew she was drunk, and maybe she'd regret her actions in the morning, but at this moment, all that mattered to her was his touch, and this boy in front of her. She broke out of her thoughts as he fingered the elastic of her panties. He took them off slowly, and she wiggled her toes so that they were completely.

His eyes were so big that she felt self-conscious for the first time about her body. She tried to cover her chest shyly with her arms and pulled her thighs closer together. He felt her soft pubic hair, stooping closer to actually sniff her deeply there once more, inhaling her arousal.

She was very thankful for the dim lighting of the room. She reached down to wedge her thumbs and forefingers on Kiba's pants. He lifted himself a little to help her pull them down, and she took them off along with his boxers, not lifting her eyes to observe his manhood till she had gotten them completely off.

She had seen the male sex organ many times in her career. As for pleasure, she had seen Sasuke's as well and had held it in her hands. But the one in front of her right now saluted her in its rigidness and appeared to have more girth. She slowly touched it and his body spasmed, like she had turned on a switch.

Intrigued by his reaction, she gripped it in her hand and started moving it slowly, being sure not to be too rough. She didn't have an idea how much pressure should be exerted. Sasuke had always complained that she did not know how to handle it and always pulled her hand away after a while.

Kiba, however, seemingly couldn't get enough. Alternatively, he encouraged her. He placed his hand over hers and guided her rhythm. His precum made it slick in her hands, and it continued flexing in earnest. His blissful moans made her feel giddy in pleasure herself that she was successful in satisfying a man with a motion which had always looked so simple and had just needed a little guidance.

As Kiba locked eyes with Sakura, he found in them a reflection of unwavering determination and unspoken trust. In her presence, he found joy and contentment filling his heart. She had a way of making him feel truly happy and fulfilled, as if all his worries melted away in her company. It wasn't just a fleeting moment of pleasure; it was a deep, soulful happiness that radiated from within him as she touched him in a place that felt uniquely intimate and cherished, a spot that stirred more feelings than he knew existed and was making him ultimately lose his mind in pleasurable longing and he knew he'd never have enough of her touches.

With a sudden movement, she was seated over him, rubbing her own moist vulva against him, and he decided this was, indeed, the best feeling in the world. She continued to grind him, and the noises which escaped Kiba were unlike any he had ever uttered. It felt like he had no control of anything. But this was Sakura. She had seen all of him now. The shoji screens, like silent observers, cast patterns of moonlight that accentuated the contours of their forms and the shadows appeared to be blending together into one ahead of them.

Making another quick adjustment, she shifted her position, lifting herself slightly as if seeking a better angle. It was clear that she wasn't quite satisfied yet, her movements betraying a desire for more comfort, this time, grabbing the tip of his penis closer to her core. As they touched, Kiba gasped loudly, grabbing both of her hands immediately.

"Sakura, no. Are you sure?" He asked, his eyes suddenly alert and rounded in fear.

"Yes," was all she replied as she tried to tug her hands free from his hold. "I... want this."

"But… No, Sakura. We're… drunk," he mumbled.

She shook her head. "Doesn't matter," she grunted.

Before he could stop her, she brought herself down and gasped loudly, sucking in a sharp breath. Whether it was in pain or pleasure, he couldn't tell. His senses were extremely foggy. She had barely grazed his tip. His cock threatened to wilt at the sound of what he felt was more pain than pleasure, he realized.

"Sakura… no," he groaned once more, his voice also a mixture of pleasure and concern. "I d-don't want to be your drunken mistake," he wanted to say, barely getting the words out with his constricted throat.

He had fantasized about this moment many times. He had drawn details into a perfect time spent with the woman of his dreams. He would love her and pleasure her, and she in turn would utter his name repeatedly as she reached her climax. And in none of his scenarios was either of them drunk.

"No mistake," she mumbled as she tried to force him in again, and screamed once again, this time successfully gaining a little more leeway. Tears had sprung to her eyes as she stayed in that position, moaning in pain, and his cock was immediately flaccid.

She looked at it in surprise and disappointment.

"Make it hard again," she requested. How did this happen? "I want it inside of me."

He gulped hard, saliva audibly passing through his throat. "But you were in pain," he said, a little embarrassed but highly concerned. His nervousness knew no bounds.

"It's… a weird pleasure," she insisted, her words becoming mumbles. "It's painful, but it gets better and gives me pleasure… I keep getting more and more in. I feel we should keep doing it. I know I can get this right."

He brought her face down and kissed her, wiping her tears away with his thumb again like he had done earlier that night. He then turned her around swiftly, reversing their positions. She looks up at him in drunken surprise, barely registering what had just happened.

"I know another way to give you pleasure," he said softly. "One you may not regret in the morning."

He trailed kisses softly down her chin, neck, throat, and his tongue circled her swollen nipples once more. She groaned some more. Taking confidence, he proceeded downwards, kissing her stomach and swirling her belly button with his tongue. He ran his tongue down her pelvis. She tried to prop herself up on her elbows to make out what he was doing, and suddenly arched her back as her head fell backwards and a very loud moan escaped her lips.

He had found her sweet spot. He angled himself between her feet and she immediately rested them on his shoulders as he buried his face in her wet and dripping pussy. She twitched and spasmed even harder as he studied her vulva and clitoris with his tongue, educating himself, trying to find which motion gave her the most pleasure.

"Wh-what?" She gasped loudly. Her body felt like it was latched on a defibrillator, receiving electric shocks in its wake.

It wasn't like she had never touched herself before. And it wasn't like Sasuke had never touched her there either. He had, but this sensation was completely different than the one she was used to. And right now, she couldn't even remember what it was. All that mattered was this boy, and the way his tongue was now circling her folds, lapping up all the liquids she had felt pooling down there like a hungry puppy found milk. The very light brush of the tips of his fangs brought to life the feelings in nerves she never knew existed down there.

The loud, lapping noises he was making added to her pleasure. He closed his lips on her, lifting his head a little to study her expressions, and she all but had to beg him to continue.

"Don't stop," she begged as their eyes met. She squeezed them shut. "Please," she cried desperately as he proceeded to continue his assault on her, his saliva mixing with her wetness and she felt some of it trailing down his chin and her bottom, creating a pool beneath them.

It wasn't long before the pressure started building behind her navel and the familiar tingling resonated throughout the nerves in her body. She clutched his hair tightly with all of her fingers, and he groaned in pain, his lips detaching.

"Please don't stop!" she all but yelled as his tongue stopped. Her legs twisted around his neck, almost strangling him, and he cut back another painful groan, trying to gather the angle he had.

Wincing in pain, he continued probing and licking her clit, and she whimpered more. Her nails were now embedded on each side of his neck to prevent him from moving this particular position, and he hissed in pleasurable pain while trying to continue maintaining contact. He barely registered that the marks she was leaving would most definitely hurt like a bitch in the morning, not to mention he'd have a hard time hiding them.

Thankfully, his pain was short-lived as the noise which now escaped Sakura was enough to shake the walls as she reached her climax, groaning and gasping.

She was twitching like a person suffering an electric shock. He didn't stop his lapping, he continued doing it till her spasms were no more than ten seconds apart. He kissed her pussy once more, sucking it, and looked up at her to question if he should continue. But her eyes were closed and her head was nestled into the pillow. She was breathing loudly, her face sweaty, her hair spread out behind her.

He gently removed her legs from his shoulders and placed them down on the futon on either of his side as she coughed cutely. He emerged from between, supporting himself with his forearms. He continued looking at her for a full minute before whispering her name.

"Sakura?" he called softly as her breathing eased and all but disappeared, being replaced by a few coughs. "Should I continue?"

She didn't reply, and he immediately worried that something was wrong. She started choking, coughs racking her body and he panicked. He lifted her up in his arms in a sitting position, thumping her back. Her eyes were teary, and as he thumped her once more, she opened her mouth and before he could brace himself, she projectile vomited all over him.

He closed his eyes, a tad too late. Nonetheless, he massaged her upper back more as she spasmed so she could empty out completely, ensuring she won't choke again.

Laying her back down on the pillows, he carefully maneuvered out of her legs. He grabbed the stained kakebuton cover, gently tugging it out from beneath her and wiped her mouth. She pulled her knees up, hugging them as her breathing deepened.

He stood up slowly, jumping into his trousers, grabbing his shirt and wiping himself from it as much as he could before rolling it up to place it along with the covers outside in the backyard. I'll take care of it in the morning, he thought.

He made a detour to a storage unit, grabbing a clean comforter before coming back to his room to find Sakura still on the mattress, and his heart skipped a beat as he observed her naked frame from the doorway, still finding it hard to process the events of the night.

Shaking his head to recover, he crept closer, positioning his fingers a few millimeters from her nostrils. He felt her warm breath and smiled, his eyes softening. She was asleep, passed out in the midst of her ecstasy, and after emptying out her stomach on him. Hopefully, her hangover wouldn't be as terrible as it could've been.

He felt proud of himself for pleasuring her so intensely. However, as always, he felt like the biggest fool in the planet for not going all the way when such a golden opportunity presented to him herself.

All the girls he had been with, he always found himself snapping at the last moment and pulling back when the time for intercourse presented itself, running away with his tail between his legs. Naruto and Lee never let him hear the end of it. He mostly always stuck with foreplay, and pussy-diving was his favorite sport. They called him 'Almost' and he hated that nickname.

Why was he such a coward? He had received her consent. She was virtually begging him to do it, and this was not any other girl, but Sakura! Even if his dick - hard again though, despite being bathed in vomit a while earlier - had not betrayed him earlier out of sheer nervousness and fear of causing her pain, he didn't know why he felt it would be taking advantage of her in her current condition, and no way in hell did he want her to ever think this night was a mistake. He cared about her too much to let that happen.

No matter, he thought as he gently caressed her, stroking her head and pulling all the stray hair away from her face and behind her ear carefully. There will be a next time, when they would both be more attuned to their senses and she won't be mulling over a heartbreak. He certainly hoped there would be, there was no reason why it shouldn't, especially after they had opened their hearts out to each other. Maybe even upon waking up? That would certainly be the best time, that is, if they both weren't nursing a terrible hangover.

Would Sakura agree to be exclusive? He realized she had not exactly replied to his confession. They had just kissed immediately after and landed here, in his bed. He did not know where things stood, as it was, and if their subsequent actions had been Sakura's response to his confession.

But no matter. He would most definitely be cutting off his strings and stop dating the women he had been going out with at present to court Sakura exclusively. The first thing he would do would be to break up with Precious, with whom he had been on three dates already and the girl had wondered out loud why he hadn't slept with her yet. He had been on only one date each with Kurumi and Yuri, so that wouldn't need any explanation.

When he was done admiring her body, he adjusted her covers so she'd sleep comfortably.

For now, he grabbed another small victory of pleasuring a girl so intensely that she had knocked herself out. He slipped inside the covers as well, resting his head on the pillow they invariably shared, and took her in his embrace, cuddling her. Even asleep, she nuzzled herself against him, drawing herself even closer, grabbing ahold of his arms and adjusting them around her.

Gradually, his eyelids weighed down, lulled by the rhythm of her breathing. Drawing in one last deep breath himself, inhaling her soothing scent, he felt a flood of neurotransmitters calming his mind, before drifting off into sleep himself.