Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Icha Icha Sakura ❯ Chapter 9
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
Chapter 9
Releasing his grasp on her bottom, Kakashi forced the legs Sakura had tightly wrapped around his waist to release their hold, leaving her supported only by the hands she had laced around the back of his neck. Slowly relaxing her grip, she allowed her body to slide down his, rubbing along the front of his body, wishing there wasn't so much inconvenient clothing between them. His groan and his slight trembling told her how hard it was for him to restrain himself, settling for merely running his hands up her sides, stopping momentarily at her breasts to caress the softly rounded flesh before continuing up to remove the senbons from her hair one by one, throwing them into the wall behind him. He smiled as he watched her pink hair fall down her back.
"Your landlord isn't going to like the damage to that wall." She said with a smile.
"Don't care. I'm sure he'll agree you look better with your hair down." He ran his fingers through the long pink strands, enjoying the silky feel as he guided her head back toward his so their lips could meet in another hungry kiss. He couldn't get enough of her mouth. She was so sweet as she gently sucked on his tongue.
Feet now planted firmly on the floor, her hands slid down his back until she reached his ass, squeezing the well formed muscles in her palm and enjoying his surprised reaction. His body pressed harder against her and his tongue thrusted deeper into her mouth. His body was all muscle. Hard, well used muscles. She absolutely loved the feeling of pulling him closer so she could feel his growing erection press into her lower stomach.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that." She whispered against his neck, the heat from her breath sending a shiver down his back. So she really had been thinking about him, wanting to touch him and feel him. It still seemed incredible that she could want him like this. It was something he had only wished for deep in his heart. Something only for dreams and fantasies. For so long he had denied that such a desire even existed until recently. But she was here with him, touching him, holding him, kissing his bare neck and moving her lips toward his jawline, sucking on the soft skin. It didn't matter if she left marks on his face and neck, his mask would hide them the next day, but she wouldn't fare as well, and in all honesty, he liked knowing he had put them there.
"When's the next time you have to work at the hospital?" He asked softly. Turning his face, he sought her lips again, kissing her gently, trying to remain in control as he waited for an answer.
"Not until tomorrow evening." She whispered into his mouth.
"Good, 'cause this might take until then." He stroked the skin at her waist, rubbing little circles over her soft flesh with his thumbs.
"Hmmm… I like the sound of that." She said, breaking away from his kiss. Pulling back, she studied his face, her eyes drinking in the sight of his lower face. Her hand reached up to remove his hitai-ate, leaving his entire face bare. His hair, freed from its restraint, flopped down over his real eye, shading it slightly but not obscuring it from her view. He was beautiful. No wonder he kept his face hidden. It could be used as a weapon itself.
Everything suited him. His fine features looked good on his face, giving him a younger appearance than his years. The only possible flaws were his scar and his mismatched eyes and even those just added to his individuality. There were other shinobi who bore much deeper marks, injuries from lost battles or scars from torture. The more she stared at him, the more she liked it. Without the mask, he was no longer her (former) teacher and team leader. He was just a regular man. He was Kakashi, the man she loved and the man who loved her back.
"You don't have to look at it," he said, puzzling her for a moment by turning his head away so she couldn't see the usually hidden side of his face. "It's not exactly a pretty thing to see." The sadness visible in the single eye she could still see annoyed and confused her. Did he really think she was so shallow she didn't like the look of his face because of a scar? That such a small thing would bother her?
She turned his face back towards her, caressing his skin, grazing the scar with her fingertips. His eyes were averted, looking down at the floor and avoiding her gaze. "Do you really think I could care about something as silly as that? A scar? Its part of you, something you never let other people see, but you showed me. You let me see it. You haven't told me how you got it - yet - but I'd like to believe you will trust me with it when you're ready. I actually kinda like it." She gave him a hesitant smile. His eyes squeezed close and his hand covered hers, keeping her palm pressed against his face.
"It doesn't bother you?" He asked, still worried she still might turn him away, that he just wasn't good enough for her. Afraid this was all just a dream. Afraid she wouldn't like who he was behind that mask. Although he hadn't meant to do so or even realized it until now, he'd given her his heart and he couldn't suppress the fear that she would push him away. She may not intend to do it, but he was afraid she would hurt him beyond what he could endure. That she would reject him or they'd wake up tomorrow and she'd realize this had all been one big mistake. He had wagered more than he could stand to lose.
"Kakashi, you have to believe me. I love you and nothing can change that. Nothing. Not appearance, not age, not even the stubborn man I love who keeps trying to push me away. Now, how about you finally do what I ask and quit overanalyzing this and start acting on your emotions, on how this feels?" She stretched up to place open-mouthed kisses along his scar, licking it ever so slightly as her lips followed along the injured skin. "Let me know how you feel here." She said as she laid the palm of her hand on his chest.
He shivered slightly under her kisses. She felt incredibly good, her lips on his face, her breath on his skin, the warmth of her body pressing into his. Even if she did regret it in the morning, he could at least enjoy being with her now and showing her what she'd miss if she left. If she did stay, he'd be the happiest man on earth, but either way he wanted this night to be one they would never forget.
"I don't ever want this to end." He whispered in her ear, the words barely audible.
"Like you said, we have all night and all day tomorrow. And I could always call and tell Tsunade-shishou I'm just too exhausted to come to work. Actually, I think I might just feel a cold coming on and I should just stay in bed until I feel better." She gave a soft and unconvincing cough. "You know, someplace where you can take care of me."
The smile that appeared on his face almost blinded her. In the next second, the smile changed slightly and the gleam in his eyes made her stomach flip. It was a delightfully hungry look and she knew exactly what was going to happen next, something she'd been trying to convince him of doing all evening and was determined to get in the end.
Turning his head, he captured her lips in an excruciatingly slow kiss, one filled with a yearning so great she got weak in the knees, leaving her clinging to him for support. His tongue swept through her mouth, skimming over every tooth, caressing the inside of her cheeks and the roof of her mouth, tangling with her tongue and memorizing every part of her. His mouth was so sweet, tasting of tea and sake and something she could only identify as him. Eventually, he pulled away to run a trail of wet kisses down her neck, stopping momentarily to suck gently on her collarbone, sucking hard enough to leave more red marks she would have to remove with her healing chakra.
Releasing his tight grip on her, his hands slid up her body again, his fingers going directly to the zipper of her shirt and tugging it down gently, his head bowing further to kiss the newly bared skin of her chest. She tasted wonderful, her light sweat giving her a slightly salty taste. He stopped at her breast bindings and before she even knew what he was doing, he whipped out a kunai and sliced through the bandages, letting the strips of cloth fall loosely to the floor.
"Hey, I need those!" She protested.
"Right now you don't. I'll get you some new ones later." His mouth returned to her neck, biting her softly before his tongue bathed the now reddened skin, her body trembling in anticipation. At his touch, all her protests disappeared. She agreed that she could easily get new strips of cloth. At this very moment, she would happily allow him to rip her remaining clothing to shreds as well. Whenever she got around to leaving his apartment, she could always borrow something of his, although if it smelled like him the odds of him ever getting it back would be very slim.
Turning slightly, he sat down on the bed as he pushed the unzipped shirt from her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. She shivered slightly and her nipples stiffened, forming tight peaks. She felt herself grow the slightest bit nervous. She wasn't the most well endowed woman, Tsunade-shishou took that honor, but she wasn't completely flat either. Was she enough for him? Was she too flat? Too small? She knew she must be fairly attractive, if she could tell anything by his hardening cock pressed against her lower stomach. But he'd been with any number of women and certainly some had been more gifted in the breast area.
Her entire body was mostly muscle from her years as a kunoichi. All her muscle formed from use and not just for appearance. Many of the fleshy curves a normal woman would have had never fully developed on her frame. Her body was merely another weapon, and for the first time in a long time, she was nervous about what a man would think of her figure. His approval meant a lot to her. She wanted to please him with her body, but would she be enough for him? Could she satisfy him?
"So beautiful." He breathed softly as his hands at her waist pulled her closer to him before sliding up to brush the undersides of her breasts. "I'm not going to get you any more bandages if you're going to keep covering up with them. They certainly aren't very flattering. I never imagined how lovely you are without them."
"Bindings are necessary and you know that." She smiled, relieved at his praise. He lowered his head to softly kiss one of her breasts, planting small kisses randomly over the surface of her chest, carefully avoiding the darker skin of her areola.
Pulling back so he could keep his eyes locked on hers, he lowered his open mouth over a hardened peak, ever so close to touching but not quite, stirring a feeling of need in her as his hot breath washed over the sensitive skin. With a whimper, her hands came up to cradle his head, trying to force his mouth down onto her skin, but he refused, holding strong against her hands, keeping his mouth so close she whimpered with his every breath. The cool air sucked past her nipple as he inhaled, followed by the heated breath from his exhale washing over the sensitive skin and sending a slight shiver up her back.
"Kakashi…" she whispered, imploring him to stop teasing her.
"I don't think I'm ready to stop quite yet, Sakura. I'm enjoying this too much to stop." He pulled away, but she arched her back, trying to force her body to his parted lips.
"Kakashi, I've waited long enough…" She moaned at a particularly heated breath blown against her skin. "Kakashi!"
"What do you say?" His voice was sexy and low. Just hearing him made her even wetter.
"Please! Please!" She was seconds away from using her chakra enhanced strength to force him to lie back onto the bed where he could no longer inch backwards to escape her.
Relenting, and quite pleased at her surrender, he lowered his mouth to her breast, his tongue playing over the sensitive skin, sucking lightly to pull her into his mouth. Her groan of pleasure and the soothing feeling of her running her hands through his hair sent a jolt right down to his groin, his cock twitching and already hard from the way she had rubbed against him earlier on the couch. He rolled her nipple between his teeth, enjoying the sound of her whimper, something he had never heard from her before, but something he definitely enjoyed and wanted to hear again.
Her eyes closed as her head tipped back. Oh god, she had never felt this good before. He was practically worshiping her with his mouth, intentionally taking his time to explore her and tease her with his tongue. She should have expected that. Teasing her was one of his favorite activities outside the bedroom. What made her think things would change once they were beyond that doorway?
His hands slipped down her back when his mouth moved to attend to her other breast, his fingers sliding along the waist of her skirt to push it down over her hips, letting the fabric fall around her ankles. His hands returned to the fabric of her shorts, feeling her lack of panties under the tight fabric. Releasing her breast with a soft pop, he looked up at the woman standing before him.
"What a bad girl, not wearing any panties…" He scolded, the smirk on his lips giving away his pleasure at finding her secret, his fingers tracing over her shorts where the edges of her panties should have been.
"If I wore panties, I'd end up with panty lines and that would distract me when I'm fighting." She tried to defend herself, but her face flushed unintentionally.
"Are you really that vain?" He teased, his hand dipping down between her legs.
"It's not a matter of vanity - not exactly." She couldn't help but moan softly as his hands cupped her sex through the fabric. "It-it's just something that I might think of during a fight that might distract me." She ground herself into his hand, her mind having trouble thinking while he stroked her through the cloth. "Besides, the shorts are lined." She finished lamely.
"Apparently not quite thickly enough. You feel a little damp here, Sakura, is there something you'd like to tell me?" The infuriating smirk was still plastered firmly on his mouth, making the pink-haired woman want to do something, anything to change that expression. Maybe just kiss it off his lips. Or suck it off.
Again, he squeezed her gently and she couldn't help but sigh and grip his shoulders tightly to keep her balance as a wave of pleasure washed through her body. God, how could he make her feel like this? Just the gleam in his eyes or the slightest smile on his bare lips left her body aching for him. And when he actually touched her it was as if her brain stopped working, her mind thinking only of the sensations he aroused. She had never had a man make her feel this way and not even in her dreams had she ever thought someone could do this to her, much less her former teacher, Kakashi. But here they were together and his every move, every touch of his hand, made her feel like she would melt.
She lowered her head to whisper in his ear, "You're too good at this. I'm wet just thinking about you. …" Her hot breath sent a shiver down his spine, the raw emotion in her voice surprised him. "I suppose I could also say it's because I love you too much." She pulled back to see the smile on his face. "And now, would you stop teasing me and just take my shorts off?"
"Yes ma'am." He replied happily. His hands slid along the waistband of her shorts, pulling them down past her knees and letting them fall to the ground with her skirt. "Nice, very nice." He said softly, drinking in the sight of the naked girl in front of him. Still sitting on the bed, he had a perfect view of the short pink curls, his hands automatically reaching behind her to squeeze her bare ass and drawing her closer.
"Kakashi!" she scolded and tried to push his head away, worried about how close his face was to those curls. But he was stronger and more determined, starting higher to relax her tensed body. His lips landed just above her belly button, planting a kiss on the sensitive skin there. With a quick movement, he stuck his tongue into the small divot before pulling back and playfully tracing a small wet circle around it with the hard tip of his tongue. Her soft moan and the way she immediately stopped struggling told him she would allow him to do whatever he wanted with her as long as he continued to make her feel so good.
He glanced up at her, past the pale skin of her breasts and the skin reddened by his mouth, up to her closed eyes and the teeth biting her lower lip. She swayed slightly, his actions and what she was feeling were making it difficult for her to keep her balance. Her hands were now on his shoulders, gripping the cloth of his jounin shirt, trying to remain standing.
"Don't keep it in, Sakura. I want to hear every sweet sound you make." He whispered into her skin. She nodded her head and released her bottom lip from her teeth, letting out a soft moan as one of his hands caressed her backside.
His other hand moved down smoothly through the curls. At first, his fingers only lightly brushed her skin, drawing a helpless groan from her lips. It fascinated him. She was shaking ever so slightly and holding him tightly by his shoulders. This woman who was so strong everyday, the one who held their team together and brought them back after everyone had gone their separate ways. The woman who could punch her way through a brick wall without a second thought was here, naked, whimpering and trembling at his touch.
He stroked her a little harder, slipping his fingers into the warm, damp folds between her legs, his own breathing becoming a little strained at the silky wet feeling of her body. A fingertip just barely brushed her clit making her back immediately arch and a soft cry force from her mouth. The hands still holding his shoulders clenched his shirt even tighter to steady herself and she gasped softly. "Please Kakashi, I want to feel you in me!" Her hips were rocking back and forth, trying to force his fingers to touch the small bundle of nerves again. "Please…"
Obliging with her request, his fingers slid easily through her slick folds, a single finger dipped into her, her muscles automatically clenching tightly around him. God, she was so tight and hot and wet! He completely withdrew his finger, holding it up and staring at how her slick juice covered the digit, glistening slightly in the soft light from the bedside table. Her eyes focused on his as he pulled his finger into his mouth, licking her juice from his hand, his tongue visible to her through his open lips and a smile growing on hers.
How could he look so sexy there, still fully clothed and sucking on the finger he just had inside of her? Somehow he was able to appear like a little boy sucking on a Popsicle at the same time.
He was watching her as well, but he only studied her for a moment before gripping her tightly around the waist and swinging her around to toss her on his bed. Shrieking in surprise, she bounced slightly on the soft surface and tried to sit back up, scolding him the whole time.
"Kakashi! What do you think you're do…ing?" The anger and annoyance drained from her voice when he turned to look at her, the raw desire and hunger visible on his face making her words catch in her throat from his intensity. He looked practically feral, staring at her like she was a piece of meat and he was a man who hadn't eaten in weeks. Biting her lip to keep from groaning, she found she had absolutely no objections to being eaten right now.
In a second he was over her, forcing her back against the bed with his weight, the texture of his clothing scratching her bare skin as he worked his way down her body, every single breath tickling the fine hair on her flesh, kissing her neck and chest, down the valley between her breasts, over her stomach and through the pale pink curls, leaving a wet trail down her body. He inhaled her sweet musk, the scent of her flooding his senses. She even smelled amazing. Lifting one leg over his shoulder, he trailed his finger down between her silky folds, sweeping through to gather a little of the moisture collecting there before drawing it to his mouth, a plaintive little noise coming from her lips, her hips rolling at his touch. Turning his hand, he used his fingers to spread her open for him, allowing him to see her skin, glistening with her own juices. Lowering his mouth, he blew a cool breath across her sex, drawing a soft whimper from her lips, her body and muscles tensing from the unfamiliar sensation he caused.
"Touch me, Kakashi. Please…" She begged, willing to promise him anything just to feel his fingers stroke her again. Her hands moved to cradle his head and brush through his hair, caressing the skin of his cheeks, trying to express to him how much she needed his touch. "I want to feel you inside me. Please…"
His eyes drifted up to look at her, memorizing the features of her face and the way she looked as his hand reached to gently stroke her again, studying the blissful expression that formed at the touch of his fingers. He loved the longing look in her eyes, the look that said he was the only one who could give her what she needed most right now and he absolutely adored it. She was his, she wanted him, she needed him and in return, he needed her.
When he had first looked at her naked, having slowly removed every piece of her clothing, she'd been uncomfortable with how he had stared at her, embarrassed at letting him see such private parts of her. No other man had paid that much attention to her pussy, merely feeling around the area just enough to guide himself into her, never even bothering to think about giving her enjoyment from his touch. Kakashi was different, paying attention to her needs, giving her pleasure before satisfying himself and oh god, was he ever good at it! If he did this to every woman he'd been with it was hard to believe any of them would let him go. His every touch, every stroke, every heated glance made any remaining embarrassment drain away. Knowing he loved her and only wanted to see and touch every part of her made her want to do anything to please him. She was now completely at his mercy and enjoying it immensely, although for him to comply with her plea would have made her much happier.
Her head tipped back and she moaned loudly as he finally slipped a finger into her waiting body. Curling the digit in a come-hither motion that gently stroked the soft skin inside her, her low moan turned into quick mewlings of pleasure. She was exquisite like this. He prayed he would be the last person she would ever allow to see her like this. Prayed she wouldn't regret this in the morning.
Her muscles clenched tightly around his finger, rippling in an unconscious need to pull him deeper into her body. How was it possible that she felt even tighter than before? He slipped a second finger in alongside the first, her expression changing to one of sheer bliss with a small whimper. Her hips ground into his hand, attempting to force his fingers deeper into her tight passage. Bending his head down, he allowed his tongue to slip out and give her clit a gentle lap, his eyes still locked on her face.
Her body bucked against the bed, her back arching and her legs parting further, doing whatever she could to give him more access to her body. She screamed his name, her hands clenching his hair tightly in her fists as he sucked hard on her clit. Eventually releasing the small bundle of nerves he held between his lips, he gently placed kisses all over the sweet skin between her thighs, his tongue darting out to lap at the juices practically pouring out of her. She was so wet. For him. Just thinking of him and a couple of gentle touches of his hand and mouth had her dripping wet. Ignoring her tight grasp of his hair, he finally plunged his tongue deep into her, his nose gently nudging her clit, her cries growing louder and her back arching to the point he thought she would break.
Then he stopped.
No! Don't stop! I haven't come yet! Her mind screamed the words silently as her lips were quite unable to speak.
Raising himself up on his elbows, he watched her collapse back against the bed, whimpering slightly. Her body shook and her hands released their grip on his head. His hands were no longer holding her open for his mouth. No part of his body touched her. Her hand snaked down over her stomach, reaching for the little bundle of nerves that would finally end this agony and allow her to come. Noticing her movement, his hand shot out to stop hers, clenching it tightly in his grasp.
Propping herself up on an elbow, she stared at the man still poised between her legs, her chest heaving as she tried to regain her breath. "Why?" She asked. "Why did you stop? I just need to come. Please just touch me once more. Please Kakashi!" She was begging now.
"Not that way. For our first time, I want you to come on me, on my cock, not my hand or my tongue. I want to be buried inside you for our first time." He looked up at her imploringly.
With a sigh, she collapsed back against his bed, her head bouncing against the cushioned surface. She stared at the ceiling. "You didn't have to bring me so close and then stop. That was just being mean. You can be such a bastard sometimes, Kakashi." She grumbled. She hated that he had stopped, but understood his reasoning. He wanted them to come together, from the same action at the same time, but she didn't have to like how he'd aroused her almost to her breaking point before stopping.
His soft, warm laugh filled the room and she raised her head to look at him again. "Yes, but I'm your bastard." He crawled up to lay next to her as she lay back down. He placed a kiss on her bare shoulder.
She sighed smiling and let her hand slide down to stroke him through his pants. "If you're able to make me wait to come until I finally get your cock inside me, then I get to have you completely naked for our first time. Now off with the clothes," she said and gave him a shove that almost rolled him off the bed. "Strip, and make a good show of it, too." Once he rose off the bed, she rolled onto her side to watch him, propping her head up with a hand.
There was something wrong here. There was a little part of his mind that kept trying to remind him how he shouldn't be here doing this, but as he stared at the naked pink-haired kunoichi laying on his bed, for the life of him, he couldn't seem to recall exactly what it was that was wrong with this. Just looking at her made a fire burn low in his belly. All that filled his head were thoughts about how beautiful she was, and how soft her skin was, and how wonderful she smelled and tasted, and how she really wanted him to do this for her. It was at that moment he realized it was time to let go of those feelings that told him this was wrong. He needed to go with the feelings of how much he loved being with her, be it bare skin pressed to bare skin or both fully clothed and sitting back to back waiting for Sasuke and Naruto to finish sparing. This was something they both clearly wanted and needed and surely nothing bad could come from something that felt this good. He wouldn't let it.
So now standing in front of her, a small smirk growing on his face, his hand reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head with one quick motion, the muscles of his stomach stretching with his movements. The sight of so much bare Kakashi flesh left Sakura drooling on the pillows. He was unbelievably pale and covered in numerous scars, some of which she remembered him receiving. At the time, he always refused her efforts to completely heal them, telling her not to waste her chakra on such a stupid thing and to just heal them to the point where they would stop bleeding. He made her want to reach out and attempt to heal the scars even though there was little she could do now.
But underneath the too pale skin and the scars was the body of a god. All his years as a shinobi had given him a body Sakura had never seen the equal of, even after the past ten years she'd spent as a medic-nin. Sakura hadn't even realized she had stuck out her hand to reach for him until he smacked it lightly away.
"You should know better than to touch the performers." Kakashi teased, the smirk growing larger, drawing her eyes momentarily away from his chest up to his mouth.
"Well, I've got to touch you a little. How else am I supposed to stick the cash in your pants?"
"I'm just as happy to accept any money thrown at me." He smirked, making her want to touch him all the more. His hand slid around his waist tugging the front of his pants down a little, giving her a view of more of his skin.
After such a tempting hint, it took her a few seconds to be able to pull her mind away from his show long enough to form a comeback. "Don't you need a pole or something to be considered a performer? Or at least sequined briefs?" Dear god, how could she have never noticed how sexy he was! Come to think of it, even before reading the latest Icha Icha book, she had admired his ass once or twice.
"How do you know I don't own sequined briefs and I'm not wearing them right now?"
"Hmm… that would explain why you've never let me heal a wound in that area."
"Or it could be that I'm skilled enough to not get wounded in that area in the first place. But, this time, I suppose I wouldn't mind some audience participation."
"Good," she said raising herself from the bed. "I'm not sure I could keep my hands to myself much longer." She reached automatically for his waist, running her hands along his scared skin, her fingers unconsciously tracing several of the scars and reveling in the taut skin over his hard muscles. Pulling him close, she placed a kiss on his bare chest, enjoying the feeling of their bodies touching without any clothes between them. His deep, throaty sigh told her he enjoyed it as well.
Her hands continued to explore his bare skin, stroking and caressing his chest. Most of the serious scars were old. Even though he never wanted her to completely heal him, she usually didn't pay attention to what he thought was enough. She healed him to the point his body could heal itself and leave minimal scaring. Her fingers traced along the ones she remembered. One from a shuriken thrown during a practice, another from a kunai mere centimeters from his heart, a small series of cuts most likely used to torture him, burn marks from some unknown encounter. She watched as her hands continued down his smooth chest to stop at the fine line of hair leading downward from his navel.
She hesitated momentarily at the waist of his pants, looking up at him. With a small smile, his hand closed over hers and slowly drew down his pants and boxers at the same time, her eyes quickly moved down to stare at the skin revealed by their hands. He tried to slow the process down and put on a bit of a show for her, but after the initial hesitation at the waistband she was ready to see him, all of him. And now. With a quick jerk, she had all the fabric out of the way, and he was free, his rather impressive erection straining toward his stomach, the glans flushed a rosy red.
Kakashi closed his eyes as she pulled his pants and boxers further down his legs, stroking the well formed muscles of his thighs as she fell to her knees. Feeling the air movement, he opened his eyes to find her kneeling before him, her hands running back up toward his groin. "Sakura… you don't-"
"I want to Kakashi. Let me… please." Her hand reached up and grasped him firmly, stroking his hot flesh with the palm of her hand, enjoying the velvety feel of his quivering cock and the sound of his shaky sigh and shuddering breath. There was no way he was going to argue with her when she was lowering her mouth to lap at his tip, her tongue swirling around underneath his cock to press gently at the V shaped dip on the bottom side of his head.
She closed her eyes to enjoy the feelings from her other senses, the soft sounds he made telling her what actions he liked, his hands running through her hair and gently guiding her head, the taste and texture of him on her tongue. She always marveled at how soft the skin of a man's cock could be, delicate skin covering the steel of his erection. As a medic, she knew all the specifics of how the male reproductive system worked, but touching a fully-erect cock was always a new experience and a bit of an oddity compared to the flaccid or semi-erect version she might encounter in the medical capacity.
But as in most aspects of his person, Kakashi was unlike any other man she'd tried this with because his taste wasn't unpalatable. At first, she'd wanted to do this only because he had given her the same pleasure with his mouth, but now there was something more to it. He tasted good, a little salty with just a hint of bitterness. Definitely not the unpleasant taste of the last man. More importantly, she loved the sounds he was making, the little moans when she ran her tongue up and down his shaft, the hitched breathing when she lapped at the precome seeping from his tip, the soft grunts when her fingers reached down to cradle his balls and rolled their weight between her fingers. She absolutely adored the thought she could do this for him, that she could do this to him.
She opened her eyes to glance up at him and found him staring down at her, giving her the most tender look she'd ever seen and she absolutely loved it. One of his hands that was tangled in her hair moved down to stroke her cheek and she leaned into his caress, never releasing him from her mouth, sucking him deeper.
"So good…" he mumbled, his eyes closing and his head tipping back. When she released him from her mouth he gave a strangled cry until she started licking along the length of his shaft, placing small kisses on his burning hot skin. Holding his cock up, still stroking him with her fingers, her mouth closed around one of his balls sucking at him wetly, her tongue exploring him with a hard pointed tip.
Moving her mouth back to lap gently at his head, she tried something she'd never really thought about before. She closed her eyes again and concentrated on gathering her chakra in her mouth and tongue. It wasn't difficult for one skilled with chakra control, but it was a new sensation for both of them, leaving a light tingle in her lips and onto his highly sensitive cock.
"Sakura…" he groaned her name, struggling to keep his mind concentrated on forming words. "Oh god, what are you trying to do to me?" His words had become hard to make out between his gasping breaths.
Finally releasing him from her mouth, she let her hand replace her lips and explained quickly while her fingers continued stroking him. "Chakra. If I concentrate my chakra into my mouth, I can add a little extra tingle to this. I'd never thought of doing it before, but I had to find a way to bring you as close to loosing it as you brought me." Her smug smile would have bothered him more if she hadn't continued her ministrations with her chakra tingling fingers. Right now, she could tell him that she would kill him immediately after they'd both came and it wouldn't deter him one bit. He needed to have her.
"Sakura, you really need to stop that if you actually want me to come in your pussy first," he warned.
"You're a strong man. Surely you can hold it just a minute longer." She gave him an even more annoying smirk as she clamped her thumb and first finger tightly around the base of his cock, preventing an orgasm but allowing him to feel the final few strokes of her chakra-powered tongue. With one last swirl around his tip, she carefully stood without releasing the grip she had on the base of his cock. "If I let you go now, you're going to burst aren't you?"
The groan from his throat and slight nod of his head affirmed the answer to her question. Yes, he had brought her right to the edge of orgasm and left her there, telling her he wanted to come inside her first, and yes, he had figured there would be some sort of revenge, but he had never counted on this. She truly had him at her mercy. And how did she come up with something like using her chakra on him? He was willing to admit, he had used the Sharingan once or twice for some enhanced pleasure during sex, but he had never thought to use chakra like that and he was also willing to admit she was probably the first one to do so. He had never felt that good. He may have excellent self-control, but he wasn't sure he could regain it once pushed this far.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to let go until you're ready, okay?" she whispered softly into his ear. He nodded dumbly. Her free hand pulled him closer and stuck to stroking comforting circles over his shoulders and his upper back. "You need to calm down and relax, try to release some of that pent-up need into another part of your body," she soothed, the sexy whisper she'd used earlier replaced with a more commanding tone, one that helped him relax a little. Her hand firmly rubbed along his upper arms, the pressure of her touch reassuring rather than flirty. After a couple of moments Kakashi signaled he was ready for her to let go and she gradually released her grip.
"That was down-right cruel, Sakura." He scolded, a spark of anger shining in his eyes and annoyance on his face. The woman standing in front of him held her ground, returning his look with a little satisfaction glowing in her own brilliant green eyes.
"And bringing me to the edge and just leaving me there wasn't? You didn't even help me relax, you just stopped." The slightly pouty tone in her voice making her sound more like the twelve year old he first met. "That was cruel. And as you should have already learned, I enjoy my revenge."
For several heartbeats, neither turned away and neither backed down, only inches separated them, each just staring into the other's eyes.
Then their bodies were crushed together, as if attracted by magnets, no space between them, their lips sealed together in a desperate kiss, tongues assaulting each other, dueling for control, once again neither backing away. They were driven by instinct alone, the need for each other completely overwhelming them. Their kiss finally broke when the need for air became too much, her head tipping back with her gasps for breath, his lips closing on the pale column of her neck, licking and sucking and biting at the skin, leaving red marks where his lips had been. His hands were rough, holding her possessively to him. His straining cock was pressed into her lower belly, the heat unbelievable and something she wanted inside her, now.
With a strong pull, she fell back on the bed, pulling him with her to land on her body, most of his weight falling between her spread legs. His mouth closed again on her collarbone, teeth nipping sharply at the tender skin while she ground her sex against his stomach, her juices wetting his skin and earning a primitive growl from his throat. Neither of them was able to control themselves, they were doing whatever felt good, whatever felt right. The man who she'd never seen lose control of himself was now on top of her, growling with his need for her, hands possessively grasping her breasts and her ass, squeezing her yielding skin and teasing her nipples with his tongue. She whimpered and reached down to feel his cock hot and hard in her hand as she stroked him roughly.
"I need you now, Kakashi." She whispered harshly. "I need you in me. I need you to fuck me hard and rough until I'm ready to beg for mercy." A hand slipped down to squeeze his balls, making his body jerk with a grunt. When he looked into her eyes he saw a kind of desperation that thrilled his heart. She needed him, she wanted him and nothing but him. He was the one she wanted inside her to fulfill that need he saw in her eyes.
Keeping eye contact, he raised himself above her, rubbing his rigid cock against the length of her pussy, relishing how wet she was, how ready she was for him and how her breasts heaved from her shuddering breaths. Her chest and face flushed. Aligning himself, he thrust into her with a quick motion, her tight muscles enveloping him, squeezing him tightly until she finally relaxed enough to accept him comfortably.
She had cried out with his first thrust, her head spinning and unable to think, enjoying the sweet stretching sensation he brought, taking only a few seconds to adjust to his size. There was a slight ache in the muscles she hadn't used for so long and the satisfying sensation of finally being full. Oh god, he felt unbelievably good and he had definitely been worth the wait. So good she completely forgave him for leaving her hanging earlier, leaving her just moments from an orgasm.
He gave a hesitant roll of his hips to see if she was ready to continue and when she let out a soft whimper and pushed her head harder back into the surface of the bed, he felt it safe to go on. If she wanted it rough, she would get it rough, but he also wanted to take his time with her, build her up to an incredible height before giving her that orgasm she so richly deserved.
He lowered his mouth to one of the breasts her body so willingly offered him by the arch of her back. Pulling out of her slightly, he sent the hard tip of his tongue around her areola, leaving a wet trail before switching to her other breast to give it the same treatment. Glancing up again to see the blissful expression on her face, he bit down on the tip of her nipple as he thrust himself back into her pussy. Her cry and the wriggling of her body under his made him want to pull back and quickly drive into her again, but he forced himself to restrain those urges for a few moments.
When he didn't thrust into her again immediately, her movements changed to a rocking of her hips, a desperate action in hopes of stirring him to push into her again. Still latched onto a nipple, he soothed the bite marks with his tongue, licking sweetly at her skin before switching to the other breast. After a moment, he pulled out and forced himself back into her, trying desperately to reach as far into her as he could with his cock while once again, biting down on her nipple.
She re-adjusted her legs, wrapping them higher on his torso, changing the angle of her hips and rocking to stimulate herself until he next got around to thrusting. Oh god, why wasn't he going faster? She wanted him hard and fast and while he complied on the first part, he was sadly lacking in the latter.
"Kakashi," she moaned. "Faster, please! You're just torturing me again! Please!"
"I swear I'm not torturing you intentionally, I just want to savor this moment." His lips left her breasts, moving now to stare her in the eye, the care and love written plainly on his face soothed her slightly. He really thought he wasn't torturing her! Didn't he understand how much she wanted to come? How much she needed to come?
She pulled his head back down to touch lips, her kiss hungry and demanding, forcing her tongue into his mouth with solid thrusts like she wanted from him. She was becoming desperate for him and she felt the best way to express this would be to fuck his mouth with her tongue, just like the way he should be fucking her pussy. For these actions she received another thrust from his cock, the new angle sending him deliciously deep.
But he surprised her again, by catching her tongue between his teeth and sucking on it hungrily, making her whimper. Her tongue curled in his mouth, the hard tip running over the roof of his mouth and tracing along his teeth, earning a groan from him, her attempt at getting him to go faster, pleasurable but unsuccessful.
She couldn't take this any longer. With a quick twisting movement, he was now under her, his back pressed into the bed while she was straddling his hips. Releasing his mouth and leaning back, she immediately raised herself on her knees and rammed her body down on his cock, a blissful sigh coming from her throat. Before she could impale herself again, she found herself back on the bottom, his body weight pressing her into the mattress.
"Slow, Sakura. Patience is a virtue," he whispered into her neck, his mouth sealing on her pulse point. His hips pulled back and slowly forced his cock deep into her again, her back arching under his and a needy moan coming from her lips. Feeling his cock along every inch of her passage was incredible. She swore she could feel every vein on his hot cock. Maybe there was something to this going slow stuff, although her need was still the most pressing factor, but she would try to go slower. She really didn't want this to be a quick fuck. She wanted this to have meaning and she could certainly slow herself down long enough to enjoy each stroke.
Her body clutched at him, squeezing him, so tight, so warm, giving only the slightest resistance as he slid into her wet pussy. She was perfect. It was as if she was made just to be filled by him. His need was starting to grow as well and he sped up his movements, soon thrusting into her again and giving a little twist to his hips that had her hissing through her gritted teeth. She was amazing.
"Feel good?" his lips were now sucking on a point just behind her ear.
"Yes…" she whimpered as he bit her earlobe. "Harder. I need you deeper. Please." This time he relented, twisting their bodies until she was once again over him. Pushing her upper body back until she was sitting upright, straddling his hips, his hands settled on her breasts, holding them, rubbing them softly with his palms. Her breathing became rough as she wriggled around on his cock.
"Fuck yourself on me, Sakura. Ride me. Go as fast as you want." To his surprise, she went slowly, her inner muscles clenching even tighter around him as she raised her body, allowing him to almost slip completely out of her before lowering herself slowly. A smile grew on his face as he moaned her name, pleased that she understood his reasoning.
"You're right, Kakashi-sensei. We need to enjoy this as much as we can." Only after saying the word "sensei" did she realize she'd added it to his name accidentally, but he didn't seem to notice. Was he really past the teacher hang-up or had he just not noticed? Her voice had been deep and needy, maybe the words wouldn't bother him as much if spoken in the right tone. Rocking her hips she added a little speed, still tightening her muscles around him, gripping him tightly inside her.
As her motions became faster, he released her breasts and moved down to hold her at the waist, enjoying the swaying and slight jiggling movements they made with every rock of her hips. When she tipped her head back, the ends of her hair brushed against his hands, teasing him. Moving her hands from his stomach, she placed them over his at her waist.
"Look down, Kakashi-sensei. Look at where we meet." He looked down to where their bodies were joined as she raised herself again. Past the mingling of their pubic hair, he could see her body stretched tightly around him, gripping him, almost as if hesitant to let him go. He was transfixed by how he was slipping in and out of her, his eyes unable to move away from the incredible sight of her receiving his cock, fucking herself so slowly on him. He couldn't help but groan as he watched them come together. There was something so sexy about watching this, seeing with his own eyes how well they fit. Then her hand reached down behind her and gently stroked his balls, holding them firmly in her palm.
"Sakura," he groaned, his eyes closing tightly as she rolled the soft skin in her hand.
"Do you want me to go faster now, sensei?" She asked with a slight teasing tone in her voice. From his sounds and the way he tightened in her hand, she already knew he did. She watched him nod his head slightly, as if admitting defeat. To tell the truth, even if he didn't want her to, she would have sped up after this. The feelings in her stomach had started growing again and were eating at her control. She gave another rock to her hips before giving a little bounce.
Oh god, she could call him anything she wanted as long as she started going a little faster. She could call him a perverted old man and he would happily agree as long as she didn't stop. She bounced again and he couldn't help but grunt at how deep he was going. Her hand remained gripping his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze before releasing them ever so slightly. Between that motion and the rippling sensation of her inner muscles gripping his cock, he quickly realized he was only moments away from coming. His hand slowly moved from the grip on her waist to reach down between her legs, carefully brushing the small nub of nerves.
"Kakashi!" she screamed at his touch, not caring if every person in the apartment complex heard her cry. The built up feelings she'd been trying to contain since they started finally took over, her entire body no longer in control as she merely reacted to the pleasure he was giving her. Her muscles clenched around him unimaginably tight, her hand finally releasing his balls as she felt them tighten when he came.
Then he too was out of control, his body convulsing under her, his hips pressing harder into her, trying to force himself even deeper as he came. The incredible feeling of satisfaction washed over him as she slumped forward onto his chest. They were both breathing rapidly, a light sheen of sweat covering their bodies as neither moved, their arms wrapped tightly around each other.
After a few moments, he looked down at the woman curled on his chest, his hand automatically reaching to stroke her hair gently. Her deep regular breaths told him she'd fallen asleep and he knew he wasn't far behind her. Shifting slightly, he pulled a blanket up over them, enjoying the feeling of her body on his too much to disturb her.
She's just so beautiful, he thought as he continued to stroke her sweat dampened hair and place soft, quick kisses on the top of her head. And so young. A part of him was scared to death about what they'd done, having had sex with a former student, a girl he'd watched grow up, a girl he'd tried to teach. A small part of him reminded him how short a period he'd actually been her teacher, how he really hadn't been suited for teaching her and how relieved he'd been when she'd turned to Tsunade to help develop her skills. He'd merely been a small, short-term stepping stone to get her where she needed to be. But she still wanted him, told him she needed him.
Could this actually work? Could they actually make a relationship work? He found he really wanted this, he wanted her. He wanted to be with her more than he'd ever wanted anything in his life, more than he could ever express with words. He loved her.
As he'd told her, it wasn't going to be easy, but anything worthwhile never was. There would be mistakes, there would be hurt feelings, there would be arguments (It was Sakura, after all, and he really liked how alive she looked when she was mad, the way her eyes shone and her face flushed). But if she was willing to give it a try, and after everything she'd done so far, he'd bet she was willing to put forth the effort. And she was right. If they decided to try, age didn't matter, their former-teacher former-student relationship didn't matter, nothing but being together mattered.
He would do whatever it took to keep her, he wanted to fall asleep like this every night and wake up with her in the morning. There was still a touch of fear she would regret this tomorrow, that he'd wake up and find her gone, a note on the kitchen counter telling him how wrong it had been and that she just couldn't find it in her heart to continue with a relationship like this with him.
He sighed softly and squeezed her tighter, enjoying the feeling of just being with her. Tomorrow would be the big test, to see if she'd changed her mind about loving him. Eventually, he fell asleep still holding her close with his face buried in her sweet smelling hair.
TBC…