Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Desperation and Desire ❯ Chapter 3

Chapter 3

 

Oruha stared after him. So, she hadn't been dreaming that kiss. But, they were friends. They couldn't possibly be together like that without complications. Even before she'd started to love him, she had wondered what it would feel like to have his strong hands all over her body, to have his mouth drink in the taste of her flesh….his body sweating against hers….. Oruha started abruptly. She was fantasizing about Itachi. She had to take a moment to think about this. She rose to her feet and headed to her room.

She stopped at Itachi's door. It was shut tight and she raised her hand to knock on it. She hesitated. With Itachi so angry, it was best not to disturb him. She sighed in defeat and turned to walk away.

The door opened violently and a strong hand clamped down on her wrist. She cried out as she was dragged into Itachi's room and slammed against the glass. Itachi closed the door with his free hand, her wrist held against the glass. Green eyes met blood red and locked.

`How dare you!' he whispered. `You were doing it deliberately!'

Oruha was dazed and confused, the cold glass sending shivers up her spine. Doing what deliberately? What had she done? She looked at him.

`What are you talking about?' she growled, becoming angry herself.

`The candy, Oruha,' he hissed. `You were teasing me with it, weren't you?'

Her breath caught in her throat. Teasing him with……? She looked straight into those beautiful sharingan eyes and saw the fire burning in them. The fire of desire. Her eyes widened slightly. She'd aroused him when she was innocently eating the candy. She swallowed as she suddenly realised how close they were. Her dreams flashed in her mind and she swallowed hard.

`I….I didn't do it on purpose,' she said softly, lowering her head. Itachi loosened his grip on her

`……How long have you known?'

Oruha looked at him, her eyes meeting his. He leaned into her, his cheek brushing the side of her face. She closed her eyes, her heart racing in her chest.

`How long, Oruha?' he demanded softly, his hot breath drifting damply into her ear. A thrill of pleasure shuddered through her and she bit her lip to stop a gasp escaping her.

`Ever since that night,' she said softly. Itachi felt his heart stop at these words. So, she'd felt the same way all along. And all he'd done was push her away. Guilt gnawed at him, and so did temptation. He nuzzled her soft hairline, breathing her scent for the first time and she shivered against him.

`I am so sorry, Oruha,' he whispered, his lips gently moving over her pulse as he spoke. He felt her tense slightly and he shivered at the thought of holding something so precious and delicate to him he feared she would shatter under his touch. `I'm sorry for pushing you away like that. For hurting you.'

`You didn't really hurt me, Itachi,' she murmured quietly, feeling his long hair brush against her face as he leaned in to whisper apologies against her neck. `It was my fault. For touching you…'

`I'm not talking about the massage, Oruha,' came the quick reply. Itachi slowly lifted his face off of her neck, his lips resting against her small ear. `I'm talking about hurting you, haunting you, making you unable to sleep at night….'

Oruha shivered as he whispered into her ear, her heart going into overdrive. She felt his lips land on the shell of her ear.

`Hurting you like this…..'

Itachi deftly swiped his tongue around the edge of Oruha's ear, dipping his lips just barely inside as he sucked the edge in his mouth; lightly nibbling the shell. A desperate whimper escaped her as she felt the hot muscle glide down her neck and settle just below her earlobe, sucking gently.

`Oruha,' he whispered, pulling back from the kiss and looking into her green eyes.

`What is it?' she whispered back, her pale skin flushed with crimson. Itachi gazed at her, a soft light in his sharingan eyes.

`I love you.'

Supple lips molded to hers in a smoldering kiss. Itachi ran his tongue over his beloved's lips and her lips parted, moving against his. Itachi slipped his hand up her throat to cradle her face and removed his other hand, taking her free hand and bringing up to the side of her head, holding it against the glass. He had pinned her hands on either side of his head now and Itachi's tongue slipped into the warmth of her mouth. His tongue rubbed against the roof of her mouth, eliciting a soft moan from Oruha and Itachi smiled softly into the kiss. He loved the sounds he was getting from her and he longed to hear more.

Oruha pushed her tongue through her lips, rubbing against Itachi's and she moaned softly. She felt Itachi's grip on her hands tighten and he pushed her harder against the glass, bringing their burning hot bodies closer together.

He kissed his beloved's cheek, planting feathery kisses down her jawline to the base of her neck. He nibbled softly on her neck, sucking and licking her pale throat, eliciting soft moans from her. He kissed her collarbone and teased her with his lips. She bit her lip gently and moaned his name. Itachi smirked, loving the desperate moan he got from her. He took her right hand and held both her hands in one of his own above her head. He slipped his hand slowly under her shirt, trailing his fingers up her toned abs and soft, unyielding breasts. She moaned loudly, arching her back.

Oruha shivered at the cold glass touched her bare skin. She returned the kiss, slipping her hands out of his grasp and sliding them around his neck. She untied Itachi's hair and felt it brush her slender fingers as it fell down his back and over his face like a fall of black silk. Itachi worked his way up to her lips again, kissing her passionately as he slipped off her shirt. His warm fingers traced over her skin, marveling at the body before him. Her body…it was so perfect. So lean, so strong….so beautiful. Itachi's mouth watered at the sight and he kissed her again, pushing their bodies together.

Oruha shivered as the cold flesh touched her warm skin. She took a step towards him, making Itachi step back. She ran his tongue over the Uchiha's bottom lip, prying his lips open with her tongue. She took another step, and another…until Itachi walked into the side of the bed.

They broke the kiss as they fell onto the bed, Oruha on top of Itachi. Itachi looked up at her and smirked slightly, wrapping his arms around her slender but curvy waist. He kissed her passionately, slipping his tongue into her mouth. Oruha shifted on him and he felt his right leg now between both of hers. Oruha kissed him back deeply, on her hands and knees.

Oruha slipped her hands under Itachi's tight-fitting shirt, his coat hanging on his shoulders. She pushed it up slowly, her fingers dancing across his warm, supple skin. She pulled the shirt off and she felt Itachi shiver beneath her, the touch of her cold skin flooding him. Itachi flipped them over, never once breaking the kiss and he placed his hands on either side of Oruha's head, pinning her down beneath him. He showered her body with kisses, eliciting soft gasps of desire from the young woman. He reached her breasts and swirled his tongue around one of her nipples, already hard with desire. He closed his lips around it, nipping and sucking it gently before moving to the other breast and giving it the same treatment. She moaned softly as he continued down her body, using his tongue skilfully. She arched her back, moaning softly.

`I've waited too long for this, Itachi,' she whispered. Itachi smirked and crawled up her body sensually.

`That makes two of us, my love' he rasped. He rolled his shoulders so that the soft black coat slipped from his body. Casting the article carelessly to the side, Itachi leaned over her, straddling her with so he was between her legs. His hips grinded against hers and she bit back the soft moan that threatened to escape her lips. She gazed up at him. He was perfect and it only just made her want Itachi more.

He kissed her neck tenderly, running his warm fingers down her belly. She shivered in delight, moaning as she felt his mouth around her nipple, sucking deliciously once more. He purposefully rolled over so she was on top of him. Then their lips fused together in a rough kiss, their tongues tangling together in a heated act of passion and love as his hand slid over her hips. Oruha was shocked. He was so gentle and passionate…and yet at the same time so wild. It was as though something had awakened in him. Something that had been held in check for so long had finally been released. And it was leaving her gasping and wanting more.

His hands wandered to her hips as his tongue swirled in her mouth in a battle for dominance. It was nearly impossible to believe that someone could taste so good that it was torture not to have. Itachi couldn't help himself when it came to Oruha. That sweet, delicious taste of her. The warmth of that flawless porcelain flesh that he had fantasized so many times of ravaging. The soft black tresses. The soft, sensually pouting lips he had longed to kiss. Everything about her was so addicting, so intoxicating. The woman was the most gorgeous thing he'd ever seen. She let her hands glide over his bare shoulders, marveling at the perfection between her legs. Reaching down, she wrapped her slender fingers around his length and began to stroke him slowly, teasing him gently. She didn't know if she was doing it right or not, but she kept going, increasing her pace. She raised her eyes to him and couldn't tear them away. Itachi's head was tilted back; eyes closed and mouth slightly ajar. She had never seen him so blissful and she immediately decided she was the only one who was going to ever cause the look on his beautiful face.

Despite himself, a moan of sheer, animalistic pleasure escaped his mouth, his hips bucking from the sensation ripping through his body. Her hand moved faster over his length, causing him to grunt as he felt his climax approaching. He grabbed her hand, stopping the movement and flipped her over onto her back once more. He leaned over her and ran his hand over her face, gently brushing his fingers over her lips. She took them into her mouth and sucked gently, running her tongue around every digit and knuckle. Itachi sighed shakily with pleasure as her tongue coated his fingers with her saliva.

`T-that's good, Oruha,' he whispered. He kissed her softly and she knew what he was going to do was going to hurt badly. But she didn't care. She wanted him, and only him and she confirmed that fact with a passionate kiss that nearly took his breath away. He shifted down lower Oruha's frame; his free hand gently pushing her legs further apart to leave it splayed and keep it there. `I will try to be as gentle as I can, my love,' Itachi whispered soothingly into her ear as he began a feather light concentrated circle around the tight ring of muscle that was his lover. He swiftly and gently plunged both of the long digits completely inside. He nearly gasped at how tight she was and at the feeling of the contracting velvet walls that seemed to deny the sudden intrusion yet at the same time swallow him in.

Her back arched, painfully, tears prickled at the sides of her eyes as the pain coursed through her body, making him tense completely. Itachi kissed her softly, soothing her and calming her down. She relaxed her body, feeling his fingers start to move in a scissoring motion as he kissed her. She felt him start to scrape at the walls lightly, as though he was searching for-

She screamed and arched her back in pleasure as his fingers rubbed against a bundle of nerves. Itachi's length throbbed painfully at the sound and he scraped the spot again, causing her to let loose an animalistic moan of sheer pleasure. He did it a third time while stretching her before he removed his fingers and kissed her again, feeling her body trembling from that unbelievable feeling. He leaned over her, covering her warm body with his own. She looked up at him as he gazed down at her, his long black hair hanging over his face.

`This will hurt, my love,' he whispered, snaking his arm around one of her legs and lifting it up a little, keeping it to his side. The other hand pressed down on her hip, to ensure she didn't move too much while he did this. He was nervous, but he had wanted this the moment he'd fallen in love with her. And now the time had come to consummate their love, to become one forever.

`I don't care, Itachi,' she whispered back, her voice husky. `I've wanted this for so long.' She wrapped her arms around his neck, gazing up at him. `I love you.'

`I love you too, Oruha.' He leaned into her and pressed his lips against her in a long, gentle kiss of passion. He pressed down on her hip and pushed into her entrance, gritting his teeth as his length was engulfed in the tight heat, and wincing as his beloved let out a strangled cry of pain. Itachi kissed her face, soothing her tears as she adjusted to his size. She moaned softly as she slowly adjusted to him, telling him silently to move. Slowly, Itachi pushed and pulled himself through her body as they moaned with pleasure. Itachi's member seemed to push in more and more with every thrust he made. His pace increased and he thrusted deeper than she thought it was possible to go. She screamed his name as he brushed that delicate bundle of nerves again, her nails raking down his back. Itachi moaned with pleasure as the sensation coursed through his body. He bit down on her shoulder and she gasped with pleasure as she clung to him. He hissed slightly as he felt her nails dig into his back, but only went faster and a little harder than before. She growled softly with pleasure and the young Akatsuki member's nails raked down the linen, tearing it up in his passion.

`ITACHI!' She screamed his name in pleasure as she arched her back off the bed, unable to hold out any longer. Releasing a powerful moan of her name from the depths of his throat Itachi as he came hard inside of her. She collapsed on the bed, him collapsing on top of her, being careful not to crush her small frame. Oruha's breasts rose and fell as her breathing slowed to normal. She ran her fingers down the back of his neck, sending chills through his still sensitive body. He felt completely relaxed as he lay there with her. It was a feeling he had not felt in a very long time. He felt his love for the young woman flow through him as he listened to her heartbeat. He never wanted to let this feeling die.

`I love you, Itachi,' she whispered.

`I love you too, Oruha,' he whispered in return. `Every second of my life.' He kissed her softly and wrapped his arms around her, holding her body against his as she rested her head on his chest. They fell asleep, undying love and devotion in their hearts.

Oruha woke up the next morning, stretching her body as she remembered the night before. Itachi was gone, but he'd left a note to her, declaring his love for her. Something cold shocked her warm skin and she laid a hand against her throat. She glanced down and saw the strange necklace Itachi always wore around his neck. Her fingers traced the silver circles, a soft smile on her face. She didn't care if he was busy. He would return to her, no matter where she went. Until then, she would wear the necklace as a testament of her undying devotion to him. She raised her eyes to the red dawn, her heart filled with warmth and light.

`I will always wait for you, my beloved Uchiha.'