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Night Dark	By : coleymerrin Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1369 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Night Dark
By Coley Merrin

Pairing: SasuSaku
Rating: NC-17. *twitch* VERY MA
Summary: Uh. Smut. Sasuke wakes to find a rather interesting surprise. When they are adults.

Sasuke's such a naughty boy... *hides eyes and pretends I can't see it*

WARNING: This ain't your mother's SasuSaku fic. It's PWP with a side helping of
PWP, and nothing else. This isn't suitable for young ones, and is hardly suitable for old
ones. There's probably errors, weird phrasing, whatever in there... but if I read it once
more... There's a reason I have an unending supply of chocolate. Despite what you
read here, I really am a prude at heart. Please don't think less of me. ;o;

Disclaimer: Naruto isn't owned by me, nor will I see a cent from it. I only exist to enjoy it.

The cool night air slicked over his skin, and he groaned, stirred from the depths of a
deep healing sleep. A warm touch on his thigh had him jerking half upright, coming
aware that he was not alone. She appeared in front of him in the hazy light of the
moon, the curtain of pink hair that lay over her shoulders dark to his eyes. Unable to
say a word, he sank back on the bed. It was only Sakura, who would not harm him.
Even as he thought that she stretched out towards him like a cat, drawing her fingers,
and then her nails, down his chest, and over his stomach. The sheet was gone, and
there was nothing that spared her eyes from his skin. His breath caught as she hooked
her hands under his thighs, bringing them up so she could lean on his legs. She had
been hidden by her hair, but now he saw what it had been hiding. Bare breasts peeked
out, thrust out by her arms on his knees, the dip of her rib cage, curving down to her
hips, and a soft sheen of pink. His heart took a fast beat, picking up a deceptive
rhythm, his blood was up. She had come to him, knelt in front of him, and his eyes
were glued to her breasts.

He could still feel the heat of the scores from her fingernails on his stomach.

His cock was twitching to life, his heart throbbing with it. She gave him a sweet smile,
lowering her eyes to watch it fill. He started to rise but she stopped him, a hand placed
flat against his stomach. He tensed, but she wasn't through, edging back and leaning
down, her hair brushing his thighs, and her... oh sweet gods... her mouth closing over
the head of his cock. The force of her strength held him still when he would have
moved, thrust, at her... anywhere. He had been only half hard when she had touched
him, but only moments of the warmth of her mouth had sent his heart racing, and gave
him a full erection that throbbed as she breathed against it.

Her nose trailed up the underside of his cock, sending tremors down his legs. Choked
sounds were all he could make, and his hands gripped the sheets as though they could
save him. She took pity on him, letting her tongue cradle him as her lips surrounded
him. She sucked once, hard, the seal of her lips broken finally by her tongue. He had
come halfway up off the bed, sweat trickling down his chest as he relaxed. He could
barely see the gleam of her eyes as she look up at him.

"Sakura, please. Sakura." He hated the weak note of his voice. But he needed more
than his pride.

Her free hand circled the base of his cock, making up for the temporary loss of her
mouth. Her palm slid against him, gathering the moisture she had left behind. A
stroke, base to tip and back again, had him arching against the hand holding him down
again. Her tongue speared against him, drawing symbols under the head of his cock.
He could feel that sense of desperation rising in him. It was as if a lock had been
clicked open. Her hand left his stomach, mirroring its twin on his thighs. The feeling of
her hands on the back of his thighs distracted him for only a moment, and then she had
engulfed him again. Only this time he could respond. Every moment she moved over
him, he responded with a jerk of his hips. He thrust, she sucked, thrust again, her
tongue swept around him. Over and over again, until when he thrust his hips did not
return to the bed, only kept climbing in need of her touch, and the seal she had created
around him tortured him on a tiny precipice, until he came, spilling into her mouth with
her name gasped before an expulsion of air that purged him. He focused on breathing,
his eyes half on her face as she eased his hips down to the bed. He watched her lift a
hand, and wipe a smear of semen from her lips, bringing up the other hand as well. He
let out a half disbelieving chuckle as she licked the backs of her hands like a cat after a
meal. He was drawn back to her breasts, as he caught the gentle sway of them as she
sat up fully. He needed his hands on those, no matter how satisfied he felt, and why
she had come to him... Well, she had come to him. That was explanation enough.

He pushed her back onto the mattress, unconsciously mirroring her position of before.
His hands gripped her thighs, posing them as she had his, noting how still she was, and
needing to see her writhe. He knew what he looked like, embracing the pride that only
a man knows for his masculinity. Even spent, achy with it, he could feel a twinge at the
sight of her laid down in an open invitation below him. He could all too well imagine
himself like this, bent over her, aroused and hard for her, inviting himself into that
warmth. Her mouth had been amazing, but to feel heat and wet all around him, to
move inside it until he couldn't move any longer... His body reminded him it was well
spent. He sneered to himself. For now.

He couldn't decide where to touch first. He barely noticed her face, settling instead on
the round breasts. His fingers itched to pinch them, tipped soft pink nipples, wondering
how they would taste. He could grip her breasts with his hands, squeeze them, fill his
hands with them, bury his face between them.

Or he could start here between her thighs, where everything looked soft. An intriguing
place of dips and planes for him to explore. He could slide his fingers where his cock
wanted to go, nibble at her lips, fondle her clitoris. He had hardly believed such a place
existed, that could give so much pleasure, but he did not doubt it now. From there he
could force her to orgasm, again if he wanted, until she begged him for what he already
wanted: him inside her. He might believe himself in control up until then. But she had
undone him with her mouth. She would make him her slave with no less skill than a
goddess when he was allowed inside of her. To fill her.

What was closest came first, he decided. He could do all those things to her breasts
once she had writhed on his fingers, and called his name. He could bury himself in
them after he had taken her. It was not the night for making love. Still half distracted
with their roundness, he found his fingers slick between her thighs. He had barely
begun to touch her, and already she was wet. Wet enough that his two fingers slid
easily into her. He cursed his body as he felt the squeeze of her muscles around him,
heard her moan of delight. He wanted her now. If sucking on him had made her this
wet, how much more could he make her by making her come?

His slick fingers forged an easy path to her clit, the muscles contracting as he traced
around it, sliding across it. He worried it until her thighs feel open and her hips angled
even further. She had made him come with her mouth... He felt it was only right to
return the favor. His fingers sank back into her heat as took a long lick. Entranced by
her taste, he slicked his fingers up again, wetting her, in between exploring inside her.
One arm was wrapped around her thigh and he could feel the tremble in her. The little
mewling sounds, the erratic breathing... The gasp as her muscles vised around his
fingers, clutching him as the orgasm crept up on her, and tore through her.

She seemed disoriented, he thought, gripping at the sheets, with her breath leaving her
almost in sobs. He wiggled his fingers inside of her, amusing himself with her wetness.
The ingenuity of the body to create such a perfect emptiness to be filled, such a perfect
wetness to help. That such an alert and strong kunoichi could be taken down by
orgasm, it... Well, frankly, it was hot. And he wanted to see it again.

Moistening his lips he laved her again. This time he could feel her reactions, knew
when she rose towards the peak, and when to slow down until she begged. He was
ready to start humping the bed by the time she came a second time.

His knees slid on the fabric of the bed as he propelled himself up her body. Desperate
kisses were pressed to her neck as he slid his hands under her shoulders to grip them.
He could feel her breasts against his chest, but that was sufficient until he could get
himself inside of her. And he could already feel her wetness on his cock.

"Do you want it?"

"Do you?" Sakura wiggled her hips, and had him twitching against her.

His breath hissed out as he sank into her.

Her body bucked under him, a cry wrenched from her as her hips reached for his and
her breasts pressed to him. For one moment he thought that it was all over. That she
had finished him almost before he had begun. It took a moment to collect himself, to
figure out the motions. He made the mistake of looking at her as he withdrew, seeing
the look of utter concentration on her face. She was tighter than her hand, tighter than
her mouth, and she had coated his cock with her wetness. He had caused that, and
he wanted to feel her clutch around him.

Each squeal melted through him like a tight fisted stroke. His muscles quivered with the
strain. It seemed a hundred things assaulted his senses. The way their bellies met
when they inhaled, the little breathy gasps she made when he withdrew, the scent of
her skin where he breathed, open mouthed against her neck. Even without her wet
heat, or the fingers that carded through his sweaty hair.

She squeezed around him with every thrust, gasps turning into moans, into pleas.

He felt he could have gone on forever, riding a wave of euphoria so wide he could have
sailed on it into next week. Until she shuddered around him, gripped him so tight it was
almost hard to move, and cried out his name. It was his name that spurred him. He
wanted to hear her yell it, scream it, until he couldn't move.

Every time he entered her was like a prayer, every cell in his body straining to come.
His name became her mantra and he knew she was near to coming again as well, but
with every whimper of his name he knew less and less her needs, and more and more
his how. "Sasuke. Sasuke. Sasuke." was not now just his name to his ears, it was
"Take me. Fuck me. Come in me." And he came just that quickly, his body affording
him only enough warning to slick deep into her until his hips quieted, and the spasms
stopped.

"I think you nearly killed me," she said, sounding strained to his pounding ears.

"Nearly killed you?" he panted.

There was a muscle near his side that was twinging, and with a groan he rolled off of
her, just far enough to where he could pillow his head on her chest. She stroked the
back of his neck as he groped her breasts, still half dazed, but not dazed enough to
pass up a feel. He was suddenly glad for the heat of the summer as the sun rose,
because neither of them were moving for a good, long time.
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