Shogi Anyone? | By : Shortcake Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 13931 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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His hands swept over her torso, exploring her curves through the fabric of her shirt as he kissed her neck again, tasting her essence as he went. “Sakura… I want you.”
The strength in his voice drove her wild with hunger. Her hands roamed his torso, eagerly learning the shape of him by touch. She licked his ear lobe lightly then whispered, her sultry voice resonating through his skull, “Then take me Gaara.”
Her words registered in his brain, unleashing a frenzied lust from its carefully kept cage. The swiftness and strength of the elite shinobi aided his fleshly pursuit.
Sakura sucked in air with a sharp gasp as he responded to her petition. In a heartbeat, he pulled her shirt up along with her hands, binding her wrists with the fabric, holding her firmly with his left hand. He unhooked her bra with a flick of his wrist and let it join the shirt above her head. Deft fingers hooked around the waistband of her skirt and panties, pulling them down and kicking them off with his foot. He paused a moment then, taking in the look of her naked body beneath him. Her skin was flushed with desire. Pert breasts with perky pink nipples yearned for his touch, bouncing with each heavy breath she took. Her flat, toned stomach led down to a manicured patch of pink curls. His right hand spread her thighs, revealing more of her luscious folds to his wanton gaze. He breathed in deeply, the smell of her arousal driving him mad. He touched her nether lips; the dripping moisture covering his fingers as she moaned for him. He licked his fingers, relishing the taste of her juices on his tongue.
The speed and power of his movements only fueled her longing for him. Part of her knew she ought to be afraid, but somehow the near violence of his actions made her want him more. “Gaara…” she moaned again as she watched him taste her.
“Don’t move.” The power and force in his voice beckoned her to obedience as he released her for a moment. He pulled his shirt off, pausing a moment to watch her strain to remain still. Her frustration fueling his lust. His pants came off next, revealing his rather large, erect penis.
Sakura’s eyes widened at the sight of him. As a medic, she knew the biology of sex. She’d even had occasion to see a few erections from men aroused one way or another during an exam. And while it wasn’t a world record or anything, Gaara’s cock was well above average size. She swallowed hard, suddenly a bit afraid of him.
The kazekage saw her trepidation and acted to distract her immediately. He was over her again in an instant kissing her firmly and hopefully as his hand cupped her bare breast.
She melted into the kiss, the heat between her thighs growing desperate for his affection. The fear was gone, replaced by a cockthirsty craving she’d never known before.
“Sakura, trust me.” His lustful gaze held her deep green eyes. She nodded affirmatively, words too difficult for her carnal mind to process. He used one hand to position his cock at her virginal entrance, pausing as she nearly came in the first inch of his ingress. “Trust me.” His eyes locked with hers as his hand covered her mouth. Then he thrust into her completely, filling her in an instant with his hard cock.
She screamed against his hand as the pain overwhelmed her. Tears ran from her eyes against her will as the world around her went white with agony. She was sure for a moment she’d been split in two. Her hands strained against the fabric and his hand as she struggled reflexively.
It took all his self-control to still himself inside her. He’d never lain with a virgin and he knew it would be painful for her. He only hoped that going quickly meant the pain would pass quickly as well. He muffled her cries with his hand and held her down with his other hand and his own body. As her screaming stopped, he moved his hand from her mouth, gently wiping the tears. He kissed her cheek and neck with small, soft pecks and whispered in her ear, “I’m sorry, Sakura. I’m sorry that hurt. Please, Sakura. Please forgive me.” He kept kissing her softly, holding his erection still inside her wet, tight walls with all his might as he awaited her reply.
As her scream turned to a muted whimper, Sakura took deep breaths, consciously relaxing her core to take him in. She knew what he’d done, why it hurt, but her emotions were wild. The juxtaposition of intense pain, passionate desire, and the pleasure of his touch threatened to overwhelm her. She finally found her voice as the pain ebbed to discomfort. “It’s okay. Gaara, I’m okay.” She turned her head to find his lips, kissing him with reassurance and rekindling their fierce appetites.
His hand found its way to her bare breasts, fondling them and teasing her nipples each in turn. His cock stirred within her tight pussy as he made love to the pink haired kunoichi with slow, short strokes of his member, feeling for her to move from discomfort to pleasure. As she did, her legs wrapped themselves around Gaara’s back, giving him a better angle to move in her. Gaara moaned with pleasure, “Fuck, Sakura. You are so fucking tight.”
His words only made her wetter. She felt powerless and vulnerable beneath him. Her hands bound above her head and held firmly in place only intensified the feeling. And she loved it. Loved being held down and taken by a strong man. A man who could make her do his bidding. It was dangerous and exciting and arousing all at the same time. And right now, he was teasing her, going so slow it made her ache. “Kami, Gaara. Please… Please…. Don’t stop.” She tightened the muscles of her core around him, receiving a libidinous growl in reply.
A few more squeezes like that and he’d cum. There was no way Gaara could hold back against that kind of glorious friction. His right hand left the pleasure of her bouncing breasts and swept lower until he found her swollen clitoris. She squealed softly at his discovery. He grinned deviously. “Shhhh…” he whispered in her ear as his fingers circled the bundle of nerves in time with his thrusts.
“Gaara!” She cried quietly and bit her tongue to hold back her cries. She fell over the edge into oblivion, her entire body spasming with the force of her first orgasm with a man. She held her breath without thought as waves of pleasure crashed against the shores of her body and mind.
The tight spasms of her orgasm sent him over the edge with her as streams of cum erupted from his rock-hard cock, filling her with his warm seed. He buried his face in her shoulder to muffle the groan of pleasure that emanated from the depths of his being.
As the swells of pleasure gradually receded, the young lovers panted for air, laying together joined, neither willing to move. Finally, Gaara raised himself slightly, untying Sakura’s wrists and flinging her shirt and bra across the floor. She brought her hands to his shoulders and looked deep into Gaara’s face. He was covered in pure bliss at the sight of her. He caressed her hair and the side of her face as his flaccid member finally eased out into the open air. He smiled broadly, closing his eyes for a moment.
Sakura wept. The tears came from nowhere as a tsunami of emotions through her into a tailspin. Rivers of saltwater ran down her face as she covered her own mouth to hush the cries from her lips.
Shock and fear consumed Gaara’s features. “Sakura, what’s wrong? Are you hurt? Please… please tell me what’s wrong.” He looked her up and down for any sign. A few small bruises where he’d kissed her too long, the trickle of their juices and a small amount of blood between her thighs, she looked okay as far as he could tell. Had he been too rough? Had he ruined everything by hurting her badly as her first partner? “Sakura?!?!” His voice was desperate for hers.
The tears streamed down her face, but she managed a few words between sobs. “Hold… me… please… Oh, Gaara… I … I need… you… to hold me.”
He wrapped her in his arms, holding the crying girl to his chest as she wept. He caressed her back and hair, soft kisses dotting the crown of her head as he whispered to her, “Sakura, it’s okay… I’m here Sakura… You are safe… It’s alright…”
Finally, after several minutes that felt like hours, the tears subsided, and Sakura settled her cheek against Gaara’s chest. The rhythmic tones of his heartbeat calmed her nerves as she sighed, “I’m better now.”
He held her still a moment longer before he replied languidly, “You’re sure?” as he kissed her head again, breathing deeply to enjoy her scent.
She sighed, enjoying his warm embrace, not wanting to move but feeling the cold floor beneath them. “Yes. I’m okay.”
Hearing the confidence back in her voice and tiring of the cold, wet floor, he stood slowly. “I’ll be right back.”
Sakura watched his naked backside as he stepped into the bathroom briefly. He was solid, rippling muscle. Damn, Gaara was seriously hot. She took a deep, calming breath. Gaara returned with tissues and a towel. Kneeling to the floor, he helped Sakura to sit up and blow her nose. Then the towel wiped her face and the damp spots on her shoulders. “Stand up dear.” His soft words were like silk in her ears. As she stood, he carefully wiped the fluid from her thighs and her sex. Then he turned her around, pausing to admire her lovely heart shaped ass, which he also cleaned with the towel. Then he stood next to her, drying his own private parts. Last he mopped the floor, leaving it dry for them to walk on.
Gaara turned to his girlfriend as she stood before him completely naked. Her beauty captivated him so much he had to remind himself to breathe. He took her into his arms and kissed her warmly. It was a soft, sensual kiss; a post coital memory of the passion they’d shared. He scooped her up with one arm under her knees and carried Sakura to his bed. She climbed under the covers, holding them open for him to join her. They nestled together in the stillness of the night, their spent bodies falling into the bliss of sleep in a few precious moments.
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