"Snake... Ram... Monkey... Boar... Horse... Tiger." Mei formed the hand signs slowly at first, but then repeated them with growing confidence. She exhaled, "Snake. Ram. Monkey. Boar. Horse," committing the sequence to memory.
Planting her feet firmly on the dirt, she continued.
"Katon: Gōkakyū no Jutsu." In a brief moment of magnificence, an orb of fire shot from her mouth, blazing brightly against the sky.
Sasuke watched with a proud smile. When Mei turned around, her arms crossed and a smirk on her face, she said, "I feel closer to you even more now." Her joke caused him to smile.
"Very nice," he said, impressed. "It took me some time to learn that. But you... just a couple of hours."
"Well, I have such a good teacher," Mei beamed. "You were right, though. It feels good to leave the village, even if just for a while." She wrapped her arms around him, nuzzling her head into his neck. "This is so nice," she said softly. "Thank you for taking me out."
Sasuke was frozen, but comfortable. He rested his mouth on top of her head. "We should leave the village more often. Just for a day or two."
She did not reply, but he rubbed her back with his one arm. The Mizukage, of course, could not just up and leave very often. Today was a bit special. It was a date, and the workload was not as intense and could be made up.
It had been a couple of monthd since they started dating. Mei was very open with how she felt—her emotions, what bothered her, and what pleasured her. One thing she adored was giving affection.
Sasuke, however, was the opposite in all those things. When he received her affection and touch, it made him feel uneasy.
Too much affection.
The Uchiha did not fully understand what it meant to show or receive affection. Whether physical, emotional, or verbal, he often remained idle and accepted the kindness Mei gave.
Mei pulled back, grabbed his cheek, and closed her eyes. He felt her lips press against his. She moved fast—too fast for him. Yet he did not complain. He had been enjoying being with her and exploring what it was like to be in his first relationship.
Her hands explored him, reaching into areas one might consider private. Sasuke gripped her hand. "Not here," he whispered. "You have guards on you all the time… and tourists knew you were coming." It was an excuse, yes, but a valid one. The Mizukage could not be seen groping her companion in public, no matter how much she wanted to.
"Then… let's give them something they can look at."
He nodded, and the two held one another for some time.
"Let's go," Mei said after organizing some scrolls, her voice carrying a note of finality. "I'll finish the rest tomorrow." Despite being deeply committed to their relationship, she never neglected her duties. The village demanded her attention, and she loved it more than herself. But once the work was done, it was her time, their time.
The Mizukage slipped her arm around Sasuke's and pulled him close, her presence warm and reassuring. She smiled at her guards as they wished her goodnight, a routine they had grown accustomed to. No longer did they follow her home or stay nearby. With Sasuke as her protector, there was no stronger guard she could ask for. The Anbu agents were dismissed early, confident in his abilities.
"Lady Mei-sama!" a voice called out.
"Oi, oi, leave her alone, she is with someone," another replied, a hint of playful teasing in the air.
They walked through the village, the streets alive with whispers and curious glances. Mei was accustomed to the attention, carrying herself with the grace and poise of a leader who thrived in the limelight. She acknowledged the villagers' greetings with a nod or a gentle smile, her charisma drawing them in.
Sasuke, on the other hand, felt the weight of every gaze. He preferred anonymity, the quiet shadows where he could disappear. The attention made him uncomfortable, his instinct to shy away from prying eyes. But for her, he tolerated it, enduring the scrutiny that came with being by her side.
Once they reached her home, they rushed inside and closed the door behind them. It was their sanctuary, their own little island amidst the bustling village. The warmth of the home greeted them, a stark contrast to the chill outside.
The kitchen was bathed in the soft glow of the evening sun. Mei stood by the stove, sleeves rolled up and an apron tied around her waist. Sasuke was beside her, a knife in hand, chopping vegetables with practiced precision.
"Pass me the garlic," Mei asked, her tone light and playful.
Sasuke handed her the garlic, his fingers brushing against hers for a moment. "Here you go," he said, a small smile tugging at his lips, an expression that seemed to appear only when he was with her.
"Thank you," she replied, her eyes twinkling with affection. "You're quite good at this, you know."
"At what?" he asked, setting the knife down for a moment. "Following orders?"
She laughed, a melodic sound that filled the kitchen. "Cooking," she clarified, her smile widening. "I didn't expect you to be so skilled."
Sasuke smirked, resuming his task. "I've had to fend for myself quite a bit. It was either that or starve."
"You know," she said, pausing to taste her stir-fry, "I might just let you take over the kitchen more often."
Sasuke chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I wouldn't mind that," he replied, giving her a quick, affectionate kiss, a gesture that was becoming more natural for him, despite his usual reserve.
As the meal neared completion, they stood back to admire their work. The kitchen was filled with the rich, savory aromas of their dishes, and the atmosphere was warm and inviting. There was a comfort in the simplicity of it all, a moment of normalcy that both cherished.
"Shall we?" Mei asked, holding up a pair of chopsticks, her eyes reflecting the flickering candlelight.
The small dining table was set with care, the dishes arranged neatly between Mei and Sasuke.
Sasuke attacked his food with fervor, his utensils moving swiftly and efficiently. He ate with a speed that made Mei's eyes widen in both amusement and mild exasperation. She watched him with a mixture of admiration and disbelief.
"Slow down," Mei teased, nudging him gently with her foot under the table. "It's not going anywhere."
Sasuke paused, looking up sheepishly. "Old habits," he admitted, slowing his pace. "Sometimes I forget I don't have to rush."
Mei smiled softly, reaching across the table to squeeze his hand. "You're here now. You can take your time."
"Maybe I'm in a rush so we can... do other things together," Sasuke replied with a playful grin, his eyes never leaving his plate. The smile on his face highlighted his growing maturity, adding a touch of charm to his features. Though still young, each passing year seemed to enhance his appeal.
Mei raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Well, well, well..." she said, a smirk forming on her lips as she leaned in slightly. "My dear, what are you plotting?"
"I want to get better," Sasuke said, his voice earnest as he finally looked up.
Mei's jaw dropped slightly in surprise. "Better... at...?"
"Being your partner," Sasuke finished, his eyes meeting hers with sincerity. "I think next time... I'd prefer not to walk you home."
Mei's eyes widened slightly, her tone laced with a mix of innocence and hurt. "What... Why not?"
"It would be best if I cooked so when you got home, we wouldn't have to wait," Sasuke explained, his voice gentle. "I heard your stomach grumbling. I'd rather have you not wait. That way, we can spend our time otherwise."
His words melted her like butter, and she felt a warmth spreading through her chest. She hadn't realized he'd heard her stomach growl. Mei thought, 'A house boyfriend? I like the sound of it'. She didn't respond immediately, but the soft smile that spread across her face spoke volumes, clearly showing her interest in the idea.
Her eyes sparkled with a mixture of delight and contemplation as she regarded Sasuke. "You're quite the thoughtful partner," she said finally, her voice warm. "I'd say that sounds like a wonderful plan."
Sasuke nodded, a rare look of contentment on his face as he finished tidying up the kitchen. His movements were careful and deliberate, a reflection of the familiar routines his mother had instilled in him long ago. A clean home was essential, she'd always said, a reflection of a clear mind.
As he moved with practiced efficiency, washing the plates and setting them aside to dry, memories surfaced unbidden. He remembered watching his mother as a child, observing how she maintained their home with quiet diligence. Her touch had been light but precise, a lesson he had taken to heart even after all these years.
Finishing his task, Sasuke wiped his hands on a cloth and turned around, his gaze meeting Mei's. She was watching him with a mixture of admiration and affection, her expression softened by the candlelight that flickered around them.
They were nuzzled together in the night, the world outside blanketed in winter's snow. Inside the warm room, they embraced one another, their eyes drawn to the softly falling flakes visible from the balcony window.
The crackling of the fire provided a soothing backdrop, filling the space with heat and a sense of intimacy.
Mei placed her hand on Sasuke's leg, a familiar gesture she often used to garner his attention. It was her way of reminding him she was there, of anchoring him to the present moment.
In the past, Sasuke would have removed her hand, uncomfortable with the closeness and intimacy it suggested. But tonight, he felt compelled to allow it. He wanted to be more involved, more present, less like the distant version of himself he had been for so long.
Mei ran her fingers through his hair and gently cupped his cheek. Without a word, she leaned in and kissed him softly, her lips warm against his.
"Remember, close your eyes," she murmured.
He often forgot to do that. His eyes tended to stay open, somber and soft, reflecting the uncertainty he felt. But now, he obeyed, allowing himself to fully sink into the moment.
Their kisses were tender yet intense, as embracing as the first time Mei had asserted her desires onto him. Sasuke found himself enjoying it more than he'd expected. It was different from hugging or holding hands—it was more special, more intense. He could feel her attraction and affection more securely.
If he had to be honest, it made him anxious. She made him anxious.
"You never asked me to be your lover," Mei said suddenly.
Whenever she spoke in that ominous tone, Sasuke felt uneasy. Her voice was expressionless and monotonic, carrying an eerie quality that set his instincts on edge.
"I… thought it was something that didn't need to be asked," he replied, a hint of uncertainty creeping into his voice.
Mei pulled back slightly, her forehead resting against his as she looked down at his stomach. "If you want me to be yours, then ask me."
A small smile tugged at Sasuke's lips. "Why can't you ask me?" It was a fair question, he thought. She was the one who often pondered such matters, and as an adult, she was more experienced. Why did it have to be him?
"Men typically ask that," she informed him, her voice carrying a subtle edge. "You are a man, aren't you?" There was a hint of passive aggressiveness in her words, a rare occurrence that only surfaced when she was getting frustrated.
Sasuke, however, wasn't one to be easily rattled by words. He sensed that she didn't mean to hurt him, not truly.
A smirk formed on his face, one that Mei quickly noticed. "Be my lover." he said, his voice stern.
"Is that a command?" Mei asked, her eyebrow arching slightly. "How brazen of you, after all this time."
"Be my lover." he repeated, his tone now more assertive and confident.
A smile played on Mei's lips, a glint of amusement dancing in her eyes. "You win, Uchiha. I am yours." She reached out, pulling him back with a gentle tug. His head fell onto her lap, her fingers threading through his hair. "... And you are mine."
Sasuke looked up at her, his vision partially filled by the soft curves of her chest, the other half occupied by her delicate green eyes, her attractive face, and that familiar grin. It was the grin she always had when she wanted him—a look a predator would give before it struck prey.
Her hand traced lightly across his stomach, fingers drawing tantalizing patterns as they moved lower and lower. He felt the warmth of her touch as her hand settled gently over the sensitive fabric of his trousers, making his breath hitch in anticipation.
"Pull them down," she calmly instructed, her voice a mixture of command and invitation. There was a moment of hesitation from Sasuke, a fleeting pause where his mind wrestled with the vulnerability of the act.
As he slipped his trousers lower, their lips met once more in a fervent kiss. Sasuke felt himself responding to her proximity, his pulse quickening as the moment unfolded between them.
"I didn't know you had two swords…" Mei commented with a soft giggle, the playful lilt in her voice easing any lingering tension.
With a graceful motion, Mei pulled back slightly, her fingers finding the zipper at the back of her blue dress. As she unzipped it, the fabric slid down, revealing more of her skin, before it settled below her chest and fumbled at her hips.
Her large breasts came. Sasuke without being told, recognized her desire and pressed his lips onto one of them. The gnaw was firm, but not painful.
"Sasuke…" Mei moaned. She stroked his cock, slowly, gently, ensuring the tip of it was gently being caressed. He felt the sensation and was surprised at how it felt. His body gently flinched, but he allowed it to continue.
He wasn't sure what to do, but he licked, bit and sucked as gently as he could.
His lover chuckled, "All this time you never once stared at them. And trust me, I watched you. But now you seem to know what to do…" Her laughter made him smile. Sasuke was no perv, and a woman's body is not something that would break his discipline.
But here he felt at ease to be someone he wanted to be.
Mei's grip became a tad more firm, her stroking becoming faster. Sasuke felt a sensation he had never felt before. His hips struggled to move, as she kept him in place. His mouth released from her breast.
"Let go…" He gently urged.
Her smirk widened and her hand continued to presson, "You let go…" The tone of her voice was as seductive as she could make it. Mei could feel his body tense and a ooze suddenly dripped from the tip of his member.
Sasuke gave a repetition of silent moans, his mouth drawn down.
"Give it to me… I want it-"
A sudden shot of hot liquid erupted from him. Strands of his cum landing upward and hitting Mei on her face and lower neck. The moment felt too intense to contemplate time. But eventually it had ended, and his senses came back to him.
Sasuke stared with wide eyes, the aftermath of his climax leaving him both surprised and embarrassed. The unexpected intensity of the moment caught him off guard, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tried to regain his composure.
"Oh, my…" Mei murmured, a playful lilt in her voice as she surveyed the aftermath. "You really made a mess…" With a teasing smile, she used her finger to wipe away the remnants from her lips before wrapping her tongue around it, savoring the taste. "Sasuke, my dear, I never knew you had this much in you."
Her words were a blend of amusement and affection that deepened the flush on Sasuke's cheeks to an even darker shade of crimson. He lay there, panting and breathless, feeling more vulnerable than he ever had before. It was a side of himself he rarely allowed anyone to see, a stark contrast to the stoic and composed façade he usually maintained.
Mei gazed down at him, her eyes softening as she took in the sight of him—his hair disheveled, cheeks flushed, and eyes wide with a mix of surprise and vulnerability. The sight was endearing to her, a reminder of the trust and intimacy they shared, something they both guarded fiercely against the outside world.
"You're amazing," she whispered, her voice filled with warmth and sincerity. "There's no need to be embarrassed."
"I'm not used to this," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. The admission felt heavy, as though he had peeled away another layer of his defenses.
She stood up, "Come, let's get ready for bed."
Eating at a restaurant was always a good pastime. As much as they both—or rather, she—loved being indoors no matter the occasion, Sasuke often yearned to be out. To see the sky, to feel the breeze against his skin.
It made him feel... free.
The Uchiha was young and desired to explore the world more, to roam beyond the confines of the familiar. But he was here now, with her, in a committed relationship that tethered him to a new kind of adventure.
They sat together at a cozy corner table, the ambient chatter of the restaurant providing a lively backdrop to their conversation. The soft clinking of cutlery and the aroma of various dishes created an atmosphere that was both relaxing and invigorating.
"You've played me well," Mei said, taking a sip of sake. Her eyes sparkled with a playful glint, but there was an undertone of something else—an emotion Sasuke couldn't quite place.
He looked over at her, curiosity piqued. "What do you mean?"
"You wanted to be my house boyfriend and make me dinner," Mei replied, her voice tinged with a feigned sense of hurt, but there was genuine concern in her eyes. "Yet, we have been eating out for some time. Is it about what we did last week?"
Sasuke took a bite of his meal, contemplating her words. "I've just wished to be outdoors more," he replied thoughtfully. "You're right, though. We have been eating out a lot. Tomorrow, I'll get groceries."
His mind drifted to the simplicity of domestic life, a stark contrast to the battles and conflicts he was used to. Cooking together, sharing a meal at home—it was all new to him, yet it was something he was growing to appreciate.
"I never asked you what your favorite foods are." he added, a hint of curiosity in his voice.
Mei smiled, setting her cup down. "Now, those are the words I want to hear. I enjoy a lot of things, but I do have a soft spot for grilled fish and miso soup," she answered, her expression softening. "And you?"
"I'll remember that. But I like Onigiri." Sasuke said coolly before adding a piece of rice to his mouth. He remained silent for a moment, recalling a lesson Mei had taught him during one of their late-night conversations.
"I always ask you questions, and you never ask me anything," she had said, her tone slightly teasing but with an edge of seriousness. "It makes me feel as if you aren't interested in me."
There were often nights when she would complain, keeping him awake with her gentle yet persistent lectures if he didn't adhere to her advice. Sasuke would nod along, promising to do better, even if he wasn't entirely sure what that entailed.
"Are your parents still alive?" he asked casually, attempting to engage her in a conversation that felt genuine.
Mei's eyes traced over to him, her expression shifting subtly. "No." she replied blankly, her voice holding a note of finality.
Sasuke sensed the heaviness in her words but didn't know how to navigate the emotional terrain they had stumbled upon. Conversations could be difficult when he tried to lead them. Whenever Mei spoke, it was easier for both of them.
He paused, searching for another question that might steer the conversation back into safer territory. "Do you look more like your mother or father?" he asked.
Mei's eyes met his again, her gaze softening slightly. "My mother," she said, a hint of fondness in her voice. "And yourself?"
Sasuke's eyes lit up at the opportunity to share. "My mother as well," he replied, a small smile playing on his lips.
Mei smirked, her expression warming as she leaned back slightly. "So, that's where you get those looks from," she teased. "Those eyelashes of yours also give it away."
Sasuke chuckled, feeling more at ease. "I suppose I have her to thank for that," he said, his tone lightening.
There was a pause, a comfortable silence settling between them as they continued their meal.
"I'm sorry about your parents," Sasuke said quietly, feeling the need to acknowledge her earlier revelation.
Mei nodded, her smile tinged with a hint of sadness but also acceptance. "Thank you," she replied, her voice steady. "It was a long time ago, but I appreciate it."
"What do you like to do in your free time?" Sasuke asked, trying to keep the conversation going. He shifted slightly in his seat, aware that his attempts at small talk were less than impressive.
Mei sighed inwardly, amused by his struggle. 'Handsome, loyal, strong... I suppose a lack of communication skills isn't the worst thing ever. At least that means he doesn't talk to anyone else.' She let a small smile play on her lips, thinking of all the qualities she admired in him despite his shortcomings.
"You," Mei replied slyly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I like to do you. I think about you. I fantasize about you. I dream of you. In my free time as well as when I am not free."
Sasuke blinked, his cheeks reddening at her unabashed confession. He had expected a more conventional answer, something about hobbies or interests, but Mei's response was always anything but ordinary.
Her smirk widened as she watched him squirm slightly in his seat, clearly taken aback by her forwardness. "Too much affection?" she teased, raising an eyebrow.
Sasuke cleared his throat, trying to recover his composure. "No, it's not that," he said, attempting to sound nonchalant. "I just... wasn't expecting that answer."
Mei chuckled softly, reaching across the table to take his hand in hers. Her fingers intertwined with his, the warmth of her touch a gentle reassurance. "I'm just being honest," she said, her tone softening as her gaze held his. "You occupy my thoughts more than you realize."
There was a sincerity in her voice that made his heart skip a beat. Her hand tightened slightly around his, pinning it to the table with a firmness that conveyed both vulnerability and strength. She looked at him intently, her eyes searching his face for a response, hoping he would acknowledge her words and give her the answer she longed for.
Sasuke hesitated for a moment, caught off guard by the intensity of the moment. He had never been one to easily express his feelings, but something about Mei made him want to try. "I think about you too," he confessed, his voice steady despite the flutter of nerves in his chest.
Her grip on his hand relaxed, a satisfied smile spreading across her lips. "Good boy," she said teasingly.
The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the garden where Mei and Sasuke stood, surrounded by the gentle murmur of the river. The night was calm, the air filled with the soft tinkling of wind chimes hanging from the branches above. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves, adding its whisper to the symphony of nature.
Mei took a step closer to Sasuke, her eyes reflecting the moonlight. She reached out and took his hand, her touch warm and inviting. "Dance with me," she said softly, her voice almost lost in the night air.
Sasuke hesitated, looking down at his feet. He had never danced before and had no idea what he was doing. The thought of it made him feel awkward and exposed, a warrior out of his element.
Mei seemed to sense his hesitation and squeezed his hand reassuringly. "You don't have to be perfect," she said with a gentle smile. "Just let the sounds guide us."
They began to sway, slowly at first, with Mei guiding him through each movement. Her grace was effortless, and Sasuke tried his best to follow her lead. His steps were hesitant, his movements awkward, but Mei's patient smile encouraged him to continue.
"You're doing fine," she whispered, her voice a soft reassurance against the backdrop of the night.
But even as they danced, Sasuke couldn't shake the feeling of inadequacy. The absence of his left arm was a constant reminder, making it difficult to hold Mei as he wished. The thought lingered, bittersweet and persistent, like a melody he couldn't forget.
Mei seemed to sense his sadness, her eyes never leaving him. "It's okay, Sasuke," she said softly, her voice barely audible above the river's song. "You don't have to be perfect to share this moment with me."
That's the thing, though.
She often subtly reminded him of his lack of an arm. And it did bother him that it interfered with the relationship.
Sasuke gave up his arm as a token of redemption, a reminder of the wrongful actions he had committed. But to Mei, his missing arm was just a hindrance. She often subtly reminded him of what he could be if he accepted a new arm—stronger, more complete. It bothered him that it interfered with their relationship.
He wished he could wrap his missing arm around her, to hold her completely and feel the full embrace of her presence. The thought had crossed his mind countless times, but tonight it felt particularly poignant, as if the music had awakened a deep yearning within him.
As they continued to sway, Sasuke tightened his hold on Mei, bringing her even closer. He pressed a soft kiss against her hair, inhaling the scent that was uniquely hers. In that moment, he resolved to explore the idea further, to see if it held the promise he hoped it might.
The song slowly came to an end, and Mei lifted her head to meet his gaze, her eyes reflecting the warmth and affection that had grown between them. "You're quiet tonight," she murmured, a gentle smile tugging at her lips.
That wasn't true. He is always quiet.
That night, Sasuke felt a surge of confidence he hadn't experienced in a long time. The day's events had left him with a sense of clarity, and as he stood in their room with Mei, he felt a newfound determination coursing through him.
He held Mei tightly, their bodies pressed together, the intensity of the moment palpable between them. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, each movement fueled by a deep-seated yearning that neither had fully acknowledged until now. For a brief moment, the world outside seemed to disappear, leaving only the two of them wrapped in their own cocoon of desire and emotion.
As Mei began to prepare herself to rest for the night, she was caught off guard by Sasuke's sudden assertiveness. There was a fire in his eyes that she hadn't seen before, a fierce determination that took her breath away. Without warning, he reached out, gripping the fabric of her dress firmly. In one swift, determined motion, he tore the dress from her, the sound of ripping fabric echoing in the room before being swallowed by the heavy silence that followed.
Sasuke's eyes were dark with a raw intensity, his breath coming in quick, shallow bursts. The torn dress fell in shreds around them, leaving Mei exposed and vulnerable. He gently cupped her face, his touch tender despite the earlier forcefulness.
"I didn't mean to be so aggressive." He assured, "... Are you okay?"
Mei nodded, a sly smile forming on her lips as she reached out to touch him. "I'm more than okay," she replied, her voice steady and full of warmth. "But I think I might need a new dress."
Sasuke felt her smooth, elegant stomach beneath his palm as he traced his hand upwards. His tongue entered her mouth with a fervent intensity that took Mei by surprise. Whoever this man was, the assertiveness he displayed and the comfort he exuded made her feel... subdued, almost overwhelmed.
"Oh, my, what are you going to do to me?" she asked, her voice a blend of curiosity and excitement.
Though not typically experienced in such matters, Sasuke brazenly responded, "Shut up."
Mei's eyes widened in shock. "What did you just—"
Before she could react, Sasuke grabbed her, wrestled her down onto the bed, and stood over her. She lay on her back, her hair fanned out around her. Her breasts were fully exposed, her breath coming in quick, heated bursts from the intensity of the moment.
Sasuke's hand moved to Mei's chest, gently squeezing and holding firm. Their kisses grew more intense as Mei attempted to surprise him by using her tongue in an unexpected manner.
He pulled back slightly, his eyes lowering as he looked at her with a mixture of curiosity and concern. "... Is that sanitary?" he asked, his voice a mix of surprise and practicality.
Mei paused, momentarily taken aback by his question. The intimate atmosphere was momentarily disrupted by his unexpected comment. She glanced at him, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. "Oh, come on," she replied, her voice teasing. "You'll be using that tongue for other means soon enough."
He looked down and her gentle hands assured him he was making the right decision. Sasuke kissed her neck, her breasts, her chest, her stomach, he went lower and lower his lips and tongue leaving a trail of his saliva.
"Lower." Mei had practically commanded. As she assured, Sasuke was unsure of the details, but it was broadly obvious from her tone.
While kissing with his tongue seemed off, he placed it on her woman hood with repetition going up down and down. Left to right, his spit and drool leaked from his mouth and dripped.
"Here." She pointed it out to him, a specific area. Sasuke noted, his keen vision keeping an eye. He closed them, and guided his attempts to that area.
The woman moaned, and that assured him.
It was a pleasant sound, hearing her gentle yet vibrant gentle moaning. She adjusted her posture, running her hand through his hair and gripping the back of his head. Mei positioned and subtly dominated the act.
"My, my…" Her tone was seductive, "My man…" She felt completely reinvigorated seeing his bangs cover his forehead, his eyes soft, his mouth and lips soaked from a mix of his saliva, drool, and the liquid from her vagina.
His lover smiled, her eyes glimmering with affection and a hint of mischief. "So handsome…" she mused, her voice a soft melody that wrapped around him. Her gaze was warm and tender, and Sasuke felt a flutter of pride at her words, a sensation that spread through him like wildfire.
Mei reached up, gently lifting his head with her hand, her touch sending a thrill down his spine. Her lips pressed against his in a deep, lingering kiss, a gesture that conveyed both her desire and her devotion. "Muaaaaah," she said playfully as she pulled away, the sound of her kiss echoing in the quiet room.
"Now, take me."
He was unsure what that meant.
"Fuck me," Mei clarified, her voice a sultry whisper that sent a shiver down Sasuke's spine. "I want you, Sasuke. Ever since you first came here, I've thought about you and this moment. Maybe even before, as a personal fantasy of mine. Now I have you, and you aren't going anywhere without my permission."
He pulled back, stared down at her and discarded his shirt. She licked her lips. Sasuke then discarded his remaining clothing, revealing his fully naked body. Mei then commented,
Mei's eyes widened slightly as she took him in, her lips curving into a satisfied smile. "Even better than in my dreams," she complimented,
Sasuke moved over Mei, his body hovering just above hers as she lay beneath him, her legs spread invitingly.
RAM
"Gah!"
Sasuke was filled with worry, his brow furrowing as he noticed the flicker of discomfort cross Mei's face. "Are you hurt?" he asked, his voice edged with concern.
Mei let out a small, pained laugh, attempting to ease the tension. "Don't get ahead of yourself," she replied, her tone laced with a hint of amusement despite the discomfort. She took a breath, meeting his gaze with a playful glint in her eyes. "Just… go slower. I'm not your enemy. You don't need to stab me all the way through at once."
Sasuke nodded and entered slower.
The sensation was wet, warm, and comforting—an inviting embrace that enveloped them both. Mei's body responded instinctively, her soft moan escaping her lips as she felt Sasuke's cock inside of her. The sound was a mix of pleasure and reassurance, a reflection of the connection they shared in this intimate moment.
But it was the sight of Sasuke's face that brought Mei a different kind of ecstasy. His features were smooth and gentle, framed by the soft glow of the room. The light pink flush on his cheeks added a vulnerable aspect to him. Something she thrived to see.
Together, they united.
He went in, and went out. Further going deeper, and pulling back.
"Sasuke…" She said in the most genuine tone she could, "Sasuke… Sasuke… Sasuke…"
The way she said it, it felt good to his ears. It was so… submissive. For once in the relationship, he felt in control. He felt dominant, as he had been when he used to fight on the front lines.
But it came unexpectedly.
"Mei…" Sasuke's voice was a strained whisper, his eyes darkening with a mix of intense pleasure and focus. His breathing grew ragged as he felt the overwhelming sensation taking over. It was eerily reminiscent of the couple of nights prior, yet there was no desire to stop or slow down. Mei could see it too, his mouth slightly agape in a silent expression of both need and surrender.
Despite the signals his body was sending, despite the overwhelming overload of his senses, Sasuke continued, driven by an insatiable need. The pleasure was so absolute that it drowned out all logic, all reason. His mind was consumed by the euphoria of the moment, leaving nothing but pure, unfiltered sensation.
The climax hit him with a pulsating intensity, an overwhelming wave of orgasmic release. His body convulsed as he released himself inside her, the act both raw and deeply intimate. Mei moaned softly, feeling the warmth of his release and the connection it symbolized.
Mei's voice, soft, broke through the haze. "Sasuke…" she murmured, her breath coming in eager gasps. "Come here…"
He looked up, meeting her gaze. Her eyes were filled with a mixture of desire and satisfaction as she panted, eagerly awaiting his next move. Leaning over her, Sasuke pressed his lips to hers in a tender, lingering kiss.
"Look at the mess you made of me…"
Sasuke gestured for her to rise, but Mei shook her head with a soft smile. "Let me be," she said, her voice gentle yet firm. "I want it to… be there."
He nodded, accepting her wish. Mei's arms wrapped around him, pulling him close in a warm, comforting embrace. It was a moment of serene closeness, an emotional satisfaction that contrasted with the physical intensity of their encounter.
"I…" Sasuke said, "...Love you."
It felt appropriate to say those words after.
Those are the words someone should say after such an intimate moment, shouldn't they?
She felt glammered by such a confession, "I love you too."
