Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ The Little Red Book of Hentai ❯ Morning ( Chapter 1 )

Chapter 1
~Morning~

If there is one thing I understand now more than anything it’s the difference between lust and love…
~Anonymous


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Lying there under the white satin quilt, the sunlight pierced Sakura’s eyes as the sun rose up the world. Amber rays penetrated the beige curtains, creating a soft and lulling glow in the grand chamber. She was still half asleep as she laid her emerald orbs upon the sleeping man beside her. He was breathing as if he were trying not to let his presence be known, although he was doing nothing of the sort. He was still on guard even while resting. Sakura turned and placed her hand on his naked shoulder, gently caressing him under the first morning rays. “He’s so warm…” she thought, smiling at his slightly motionless figure hidden beneath the white satin quilt. Sakura sat up with the quilt to her chest, her hand still placed upon his shoulder. She watched as he turned over, while displacing her hand, and mumbled a slight ‘I love you’. She giggled for in her heart, she knew he was not as emotionless as he portrayed himself. In fact, he was quite the contrary. Sakura brought her hand gently to his face, brushing his midnight bangs from his brow, admiring his handsome face. Perfect. He was every girl’s dream, and now, he was hers, her fantasy made real. “I love you, Sasuke.” Sakura whispered in his ear.


She was so close to him, she could take in his scent. It was musky, that of a man who has had a hard life and who has overcome many struggles. She loved it. Just then Sasuke cringed, and slowly opened his eyes, turning to his lover. “Morning Sakura” he said breathily, outstretching his arms on their bed. She smiled as he sat up and stared at her with charcoal eyes that used to be so cold. But now, they brought warmth, love, passion. They could melt her deepest fears away. “Sasuke…” she thought as he held her to his bare chest. His chest was scared with the memories of many fierce battles and some memories that he would rather not mention. But yet, he refused to let Sakura get rid of those scars for him because they were his memories, both good and bad. She could feel his warm breath against her neck as he snaked his strong arms around her delicate creamy figure. Sakura brought her fragile arms to his chest, tracing his scars and reaching to feel his pulse through his taut muscles. Running his right hand through her light Parisian rose tresses, Sasuke herd her gasp as he pulled her close into his lap, her legs straddling his broad waist. She shivered as the cool morning air had finally enveloped her and the only warmth she could grasp was his. It sent shivers up and down her spine. Sakura knew what he was wanting in the bleak hours, he wanted to take her.


Sakura wrapped her arms around his back, clasping his skin as he laid her into his arms. They sat with each other, there on the king bed, looking deep into each others eyes, wondering what to do next. Suddenly he pulled her close to his face, their lips almost touching, their breaths mingling in the crisp morning air. Sasuke then pushed his lips to hers, passionately. He kissed her and slid his tongue into her mouth, exploring every crevasse, tasting her to the fullest. Sakura, in pure bliss, let a few unexpected moans escape into his mouth as he feverishly kissed her engorged lips. She was at his mercy. He laid her back onto the bed and trailed kisses down to her neck, sucking the skin, making sure to leave a mark. Sakura moaned while he kept going further down her neck, leaving red marks all the way. He then kissed the space between her breasts as she arched her back further towards him. Arching her back more, she ground into his growing arousal, making his gasp her name in pleasure. Sakura wanted more of Sasuke, like an addictive drug, he was her drug.


She mumbled his name in pleasure as he licked one of her exposed breasts. He suckled the risen rose mound, and teased its twin with his other hand. Sakura had her hands placed upon his back and had her legs hung loosely around him. She could feel her womanhood already pulsing, waiting for him to enter her. “Sasuke, I need you, please…” Sakura pleaded to her teasing lover. However, Sasuke was too busy, making haste of making her make the sound he loved to hear, her moans. She again pleaded as he quickly switched to the other breast and looked up at her, her nipple in his mouth. “Not yet, Sakura” he stated erotically before again working on her breasts. This time though, he nipped at her, making her groan and writhe beneath him, her pink locks draping her chest and cling to her body as drops of sweat rolled down her porcelain skin. Sasuke, licked her skin, and savored the way she tastes. Blatantly, it turned him on to taste her and here her moans and pants and to know she was his. Finally letting go of his assault on her breasts, Sasuke kissed back down her chest to her navel and down to her slick and wet folds. She lifted her head and placed her hands to the back of his neck, encouraging his heated ministrations. Suddenly, Sakura yelled his name as he licked between her folds to her pearl. Sasuke knew how to give her what she wanted and how to make her scream.


He flicked his tongue over her jewel and sucked on it till it was pinker than her flowing locks. Her essence flowed into his mouth and he savored every drop of it. “Like honey” he thought as he trailed his tongue lower within her folds, causing her to buck her hips upwards. “Sasuke, give me…ugn…give me… what I… want” Sakura managed to get out before she screamed in ecstasy as his tongue entered her. She could feel him encircle her inner walls. She wanted him to make her come. Sasuke, however, wanted simply to feel her against him, her engorged walls against his manhood. This thought almost pushed him over the edge but not yet. Returning to her mouth after his tasting party, he let her taste herself as he kissed her, the heat rising off their bodies. He stopped and both stared into each others eyes, panting and dripping. They laid there silently, one on top of another, watching the morning light reflect off the full length mirror, and see the multihued colors dance on each others skin. The true ocher light shone, outlining their every line and curve, and accenting and accentuating them. “Sakura…”he said before leaning upon her lips. He was ready to enter her and fulfill her desires. To make love to her. He got above her and positioned himself at her entrance. She was dripping wet and so slick and he was ready. Their blind love and heated passion, though, was soon disrupted by the echo of the chimed doorbell in the corridor.












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