Chapter 16:
Giving In
From the moment his lips first touched her skin, she felt a heightened awareness, a new level of sensitivity that she had never experienced before.
Each touch, each caress, and each whisper of affection revealed nuances about her body she hadn't known.
She discovered where her most sensitive spots were, how they reacted to his touch, and how different rhythms and pressures could evoke different sensations.
He unbuttoned her shirt, each button coming undone with deliberate care. He gently slid the fabric down her shoulders. His fingers traced the path of the shirt, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. His lips followed, pressing tender kisses onto her exposed skin, igniting a fire that seemed to burn from within.
As she looked at him with complete trust in her eyes, he felt a strong, magnetic pull toward her. Her shirt slipped further down, catching momentarily at her elbows before falling away completely.
Her breasts were revealed, soft mounds of pleasure that he cupped gently, his hands kneading them with a reverent touch. She closed her eyes briefly, savoring the intoxicating sensation of his hands on her body.
She reached up and tugged his shirt over his head, revealing his broad shoulders and hardened muscles. Her hands roamed over his chest, feeling the strength and solidity beneath his skin.
He leaned into her, their bodies aligning as her head fell back against the pillows. His lips continued their journey, exploring every inch of her skin, each kiss deepening the connection between them.
With a tender yet firm touch, his thumbs hooked into the sides of her trousers. He peeled them off slowly, revealing her soft, shapely legs. His eyes traveled the length of her body, drinking in the sight of her vulnerability and beauty, and at the same time, marvelling the kunoichi she was, the marks on her skin detailing her experience in the battlefield.
He sat back for a moment on his knees, his gaze locked on her, before slowly stepping out of his own trousers. She watched him, her eyes tracing the lines of his form, appreciating every detail. There was a shared anticipation in the air, a silent communication of desire that bound them together in that moment.
Her eyes fixed on his rigid, awakened member, unable to tear her gaze away. Tentatively, she reached out, wrapping her fingers around him and holding him softly.
He gasped slightly at her touch, and she responded by moving her hand faster. His precum dripped, making it moist and easier to tug. She marveled at how it flexed in her palm, feeling its power.
His fingers brushed her thighs teasingly, leaving a trail of goosebumps erupting across her skin. Finally, they reached her core. She flinched at the tension gathered there, biting her lips. He gazed at her tenderly as his fingers moved, her moans effectively following each stroke.
To silence her moans, he pressed his lips to hers once more, his fingers continuing their rhythmic dance. He trailed downwards, kissing her chin, her neck, and slowly capturing her nipple in his mouth. He nibbled and sucked on it gently while his other hand grasped her other breast, kneading and massaging it.
Her body spasmed, waves of pleasure erupting from every pore. Her hands wrapped around him, fingernails digging into his back, and he groaned against her breast.
The tension between her thighs kept building, and she bit her lip so hard she feared she might draw blood. He pulled his fingers back, sucking them clean before moving his face downwards, positioning himself between her thighs.
He kissed her inner thighs, licking them like a juicy candy, sending waves of excitement and anticipation that left her breathless. She propped herself on her elbows, trying to get a better look at what he was doing.
When he made his intent clear by slipping his tongue into her, she fell back, a loud sigh escaping her lips.
He sure knew how to use that tongue, she thought, before lust clouded her brain completely, making her lose all sense of herself. He wasn't lying when he said some things he was good quite good at. His facial hair tickled her sensitive spots, almost as if it were their exclusive function.
She felt him pumping himself while he sucked her, preparing as he continued to eat her. His saliva mixed with the copious amount of juices she was excreting, judging by the look on his face when he pulled back and gazed at her. The knots in her stomach tightened further when she saw him run his tongue around his lips and chin, trying to wipe what he could reach clean.
"Yum," he murmured, and she felt a sudden shyness, wanting to hide her face.
He gathered more saliva in his mouth and spit it all over her entrance, the sticky liquid mixing with her own.
Ever so slowly, intently focusing on her expressions, he touched the tip of his manhood to her core.
She sucked in a sharp, painful breath as he tried to gain entrance, pushing into her but not quite filling her. He leaned in, nuzzling her neck, thrusting in once more, steadily gaining more leeway. Finally, he jerked his pelvis into her more forcefully, sliding into her wet core, snugly fitting his entire length.
She uttered another sharp gasp, clenching onto his shoulders tightly. Her nails dug into his skin as she threw her head back into the pillows, feeling him fill her completely.
He observed her expressions with a terrified look on his face. She smiled meekly, nodding at him to continue. He pulled back slightly, each movement sending tremors through her body. He pushed again, and she couldn't help but let out another loud moan as he readjusted.
He steadily gathered a rhythm, pulling out slowly, almost all the way, and then refilling her. His motions became smoother and more fluid. Her grip on him tightened with each motion, and she could only groan loudly each time he filled her. Despite the cold weather outside, he was suddenly dripping in sweat, his hair sticking to the sides of his forehead.
As they moved together, their breaths mingling and their hearts beating in unison, Sakura felt a sense of completeness, a feeling of being exactly where she was meant to be.
Kiba's tender touch, his whispered words of affection as he reached for her lips, made her feel cherished and adored. She responded with all the love and desire she had for him.
He continued his onslaught, holding his weight with one arm against the bed, and he couldn't resist digging his teeth into her neck, nibbling slightly, as if holding her in place, like a predator. His fangs poked into her, the sensation almost tickling. His warm breath on her skin sent her into a frenzy as she moaned loudly, clutching him even more tightly. She wrapped her legs around him, her heels digging into his back.
As the muscles of her vagina stretched comfortably around his cock, he quickened his pace, sliding in and out now with relative ease. Her breathing quickened in response, and he dug into her with renewed gusto.
She supported her weight entirely by holding on to him even more tightly, clinging on for dear life, her own teeth digging into his neck as she tried to hold back her screams.
All of a sudden, he grabbed her shoulders and pulled out immediately, sucking in deep, sharp breaths. She looked at him, confused, not understanding what had suddenly happened.
"Did I... hurt you?" she asked tentatively, and he smiled between breaths at her innocent question.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked instead, panting loudly.
She shook her head, breathing loudly, her rosy face showing obvious signs of wear. Her body was sticky with sweat, saliva, and more. She looked down at his still-hardened penis.
"I almost came," he explained. "I... want to last a bit more."
The connection between them allowed her to completely relax, something she hadn't realized was so crucial to experiencing true pleasure. As they had moved together, their bodies in perfect harmony, she felt a deep, intrinsic understanding of her own desires.
She learned that her body could communicate its needs and desires in a way she hadn't known was possible. She found empowerment in this, realizing that she could guide him.
"Oh," she replied. "So you can... continue?"
He nodded, positioning himself once more. This time, he slid into her without any resistance, almost like her insides were shaped perfectly for him.
She hummed in pleasure as he filled her again, her fingers gripping him tightly once more. His lips crashed on to hers, and they enjoyed the muffled moans of each other against their lips. His tongue rolled along with hers while he chewed her lips, getting rougher. His hands reached up to feel and squeeze her breasts as he continued his onslaught.
She scratched his back and he growled wildly, his pelvis thrusting into her with increased fervor. His movements became rougher, more desperate. Her hands moved down to feel his hard buttocks, and she gripped on to them tightly.
She repeated his name in gasping bursts with each thrust, a sudden desire to scream overcoming her.
She observed his face, seeing him grit his teeth tightly, protruding fangs shining, beads of sweat trailing down the side of his face. His hair was damp, his face constricted, and the sight was enough to send her into a quickening once more. She clenched the muscles in her vagina around his penis, and his jaw relaxed as he looked at her, defeated.
"I'm gonna come," he leaned in, touching his wet forehead to hers. "I'mgonnacome," he repeated, trying to hold in his desires but failing. He felt himself giving in, succumbing to her very soon. His left hand clutched her shoulder tightly while his right arm, which again supported his weight against the bed, also gripped the sheets tighter.
"I wanna see," she whispered, her hands dropping their hold on him. She pushed herself against the bed ob her elbows to position herself a little upright, so she could observe him more properly.
With a wretched groan, like an animalistic growl, he suddenly pulled out, grabbing ahold of his penis. He held it, rubbing it incessantly as ropes of his cum splattered all over her stomach one after another, her breasts, and a few drops even landed in her face and hair. She blinked in surprise as the last drops continued to drip from the tip of his cock.
"I'm sorry," he apologized, his voice a wheeze. He tried to wipe some of the liquid with his trembling hand. She smiled, shaking her head.
"It's okay, I asked to see it," she whispered, also breathing heavily. Her muscles flexed of their own accord, the absence of his penis inside making her feel strangely empty.
The hand holding his weight almost gave way, so he shifted, resting himself on his elbow instead. He started to move, but she threw her arms around him, holding him close.
"Stay," she urged, wanting to feel his warmth and presence.
He relented, dropping down on top of her. "I hope I'm not crushing you," he whispered, his chest resting against her breasts. He swallowed, breathing into her neck as he tried to regain his breath and steady his fast heartbeat.
"No, you're not," she replied, digging her fingers into his hair, holding him against her as she looked up at the ceiling, eyes half-closed.
A few minutes passed as they lay there, basking in the afterglow. He turned to meet her eyes, sliding to the side and resting his elbow on the bed as he gazed at her.
"That was fucking mind-blowing," he said softly. "You're fucking mind-blowing," he admitted, kissing her forehead gently. He left an open-mouthed kiss on her lips, his breath mingling with hers.
She smiled against his mouth, her face still flushed, a remnant of the intense pleasure she had experienced.
"How long before we can go again?" she asked, still feeling strangely empty inside.
He chuckled, holding her close again. "Who says it's even finished?"
She looked at him questioningly as he got up. He positioned his face between her legs, adjusting them each to his shoulders. He lifted her pelvis slightly, licking his lips as if preparing himself for a delicious meal. "You have to come as well," he determined.
Before she could say anything, his tongue once more delved into her pussy, and all words were lost. She gasped loudly, clutching the hands holding her legs.
"Oh my god," she gasped as spasms of pleasure coursed through her body.
"Kiba!" she yelled. This was a completely different kind of pleasure. The intensity in her snatch had increased tenfold after their sex. His tongue played with her folds, licking her clitoris, and exploring all her pleasure points, which felt like they were on fire.
"Kiba!" she yelled his name again, twitching. She was blazing. Her face, her cheeks, her ears - everything felt warm. A whirlpool had started swirling behind her navel, threatening to pull her inside its current. She didn't want to let go yet. She didn't want to give in. She was enjoying the sensation too much. Too much.
It wasn't long before she relented, letting out an earth-shattering yell, interrupted by groans of pleasure as she finally gave in. Her body shook and spasmed as she reached a mind-numbing orgasm. It felt like a tide had swept her off course, playing with her gently amidst the waves. She felt like she was submerged underwater, the tide drowning out her brain as blackness numbed her sight.
He continued to lap her juices like a thirsty dog, watching her expressions. Her eyes were scrunched shut tightly, her body spasming in aftershock.
He licked her twice with a finality, looking at her once more. "Do you want me to do more?" he asked.
Her juices clung to his facial hair, almost dripping off his nose and chin once more. The part of his face that had been submerged was completely wet.
She felt like her head was weighed down by a ton of bricks, but she managed to shake her head lightly. More? He was kidding, right? She was utterly spent. She doubted she'd even be able to walk tomorrow.
He wiped his face with his hands, then proceeded to lick his fingers clean. The sight made her blush, if possible, even more.
"Why do you... eat that?" she managed to ask.
"You're delicious," he simply shrugged.
He slid in beside her on the bed, draping the quilt over both of them. He held her close, and the warmth of his body seeped into her, mingling with the lingering sensations from their intimate moments.
Her skin was still tingling, every nerve ending alive as if he were still caressing her with his lips.
"Had fun?" he asked gently, his voice soft and filled with vulnerability. He looked into her eyes, searching for any sign of discomfort or regret.
He really hoped he had satisfied her, making her... their... first time special and memorable. They lay spent in each other's arms, the soft crackling of the fire in the hearth adding a cozy backdrop to their shared warmth.
She nestled against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat a comforting lullaby. His arms wrapped around her like a protective cocoon, and she felt a deep sense of contentment and peace. The words she wanted to say were stuck in her throat, her emotions too overwhelming to articulate.
"I hope you had a good time," he murmured against her hair, his breath warm and reassuring. His eyes were heavy-lidded, teetering on the edge of sleep. This was unusual for him; he was an insomniac, often relying on melatonin to drift off, but tonight felt different. The intimacy and closeness had exhausted him in the most fulfilling way.
"The best," she managed to whisper, her voice barely audible. Her eyelids were heavy, and she could feel the pull of sleep enveloping her. The comfort of his embrace and the soothing sounds of the night created a perfect haven for her tired body and mind. "Thank you for... everything."
As they lay there, their breathing synchronized, the world outside seemed to fade away. The crackling fire cast gentle shadows across the room, and the warmth from the hearth mixed with the warmth of their bodies, creating an atmosphere of serene tranquility.
Sleep beckoned them both, and they surrendered to it willingly. She looked at him as his eyes closed slowly, his mouth slightly parted. He finally fell into a peaceful slumber, comforted by the knowledge that he had made their first time unforgettable.
As she lay there, wrapped in the warmth of his embrace, a profound sense of discovery washed over her. This experience had been more than just a moment of physical intimacy; it was a journey into the depths of her own body and mind.
In the afterglow, as their breaths mingled and hearts beat in unison, she had a moment of introspection. She reflected on what had just happened, understanding the ways her body had reacted, and this reflection cemented her newfound knowledge.
Ino was right, it wasn't just about the physical pleasure; it was about the emotional and mental connection, the way their intimacy had opened up a new world of self-awareness and confidence.
She looked forward to many nights like these to come.
Ultimately, this night had been a journey of self-discovery. She had learned invaluable lessons about her own body, her limits, and her capacities for pleasure and intimacy.
She nestled closer to him, feeling the warmth of his body seep into hers. This experience had changed her, giving in to a deeper understanding of herself that she would carry forward into every aspect of her life. She felt she was more confident now.
The last conscious thought she had was how safe and cherished she felt in his arms.