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Stranger than the Wild	By : kiddattwell Category: Naruto > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 30155 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 11

Sakura

“I love you,” Naruto said as he kissed her. He had been saying it since they had stumbled into Ino’s house. As soon as the door was closed behind them, he lifted her up, pulling her legs around his waist as he pressed her against the wall. Between kisses he whispered words into her mouth that she could barely hear.

Sakura clung to him and just tried to keep up. She was weak with pleasure and every sigh against her neck and scrape of teeth against her lips sent a tremor through her body. All she could do was writhe in his grasp.

He seemed barely more lucid than she, although his strength hadn’t begun to fail him yet. Instead of trembling, he gripped her tighter, pressed harder, pushed closer. She could see the flush on his face even in the rapidly falling darkness and the sweat on his skin mingled with her own.

When her hands began to tingle and she actually felt the room begin to spin, she turned her head to try to catch her breath.

“It’s too much,” She panted as he buried his face in her hair, “I have to... breathe for a second...”

He set her back down, planting her on her feet, but she clung to his neck and eventually they slid to their knees together on the floor.

“We can stop,” Naruto murmured, planting light kisses on the side of her neck. Apparently he was trying to drive her insane.

“No way,” she said, pushing him back to see his face. She had never seen that expression before; he was heavy lidded, almost tired looking, but there was a glaze to his eyes, almost a shine. She had no idea how to describe it; it was neither animal or human.

Or is this just what Naruto looks like when he’s really really... amorous? she wondered. It was a laugh worthy thought under different circumstances, but seeing him in the moment, there was nothing funny about it. It was one thing when they were kissing and her eyes were closed, but it was a little overwhelming meeting it face to face.

Her face must have given away her thoughts because his expression turned kinder, softer. He smiled apologetically.

“Sorry I was, uh... too much. I guess I... well... We can take it slow, or take it nowhere. Or take it out to eat or take it to a movie or something. That’d probably be the proper way to do this.”

Sakura laughed and he looked sheepish.

“Are you kidding me?” she asked, “We’re not taking it anywhere except maybe the bedroom, if we can make it that far.”

He grinned, a wide, devious smile, and looked like himself again.

“I love you,” she said. It felt like she couldn’t say it enough.

“I love you,” he replied roughly, and leaned in for another kiss.

But this one had more control. Sweet and lingering. When they broke, he grabbed her hands and slowly pulled her to her feet. He cleared his throat, “I’ve actually never been in Ino’s house before. Shikamaru and Chouji live here, too?”

“Yeah. They’re dating, actually.”

“Shikamaru and Chouji?!” he exclaimed.

Sakura laughed, “No! Shika and Ino.”

Naruto chuckled, “That actually makes less sense. Shikamaru and Chouji are inseparable. I always wished...”

He trailed off and Sakura knew he was about to mention Sasuke.

“It sounds like me and you. Well, for the most part,” Sakura said, then amended, “I wish we could have trained together more.”

“We will. Every day if you want,” he said, taking her hand and holding it to his face, “Just promise to go easy on me every now and then.”

“Never. Now,” she said, pulling her hand away to grab his, “Since you’ve never been here, would you like a tour?”

“Heeh? A tour?”

“Sure. Follow me,” She said, pulling him along by the hand until she suddenly stopped and spun to face him in the dim light of the living room windows.

“Well, you already saw the foyer... sort of,” She said with a grin, “But this is the living room.”

She bent down to take off her sandals.

“Really, we’re being bad guests of Ino’s, leaving our shoes on in the living area and all.”

Naruto followed her lead and hastily removed his as well before tossing them in the direction of the entry way. Sakura left hers where they were and continued through the house.

“This is the informal eating area,” she said, pausing again to turn around and say, “It’s kind of hot, isn’t it? Let me take your jacket.”

“Huh? Ok...” he said, unzipping the garment and handing it over. She tossed it on to a chair and kept walking on into the kitchen.

“This is the kitchen, where Chouji creates a lot of food out of very few ingredients. He says he wants to knock this wall out and expand it into the backyard, but Ino is pretty keen on maintaining her garden space.”

As she spoke, Sakura casually peeled away her vest to reveal her fishnet undershirt. It was so casual, in fact, that Naruto did a double take as it hit the floor.

“Maybe I should turn on the lights,” he said, his voice carefully nonchalant, “I can barely see and this is a tour, right?”

“Mmm, maybe. Through here is the formal dining room,” she said, just as Naruto flipped on the lights of the kitchen. “They’re trying to buy more chairs and Ino wants a dining room table that was more like her parents, but I think it’s nice,” Sakura said, leaning against the table as she slipped off her netted undershirt before blinking innocently at Naruto “Aren’t you hot?” she asked.

Naruto, who was feeling all over the wall for the light switch, replied, “Of course I am!” a little too seriously. Sakura held back her laughter though.

“Maybe you should take off your shirt,” she said as she sauntered out of the room just as the lights came on. She didn’t look back, but she heard the sound of fabric hitting the floor.

“This is the hall. Almost all of the other rooms are connected to- h-hey! Naruto!”

“Where’s your room?” he asked as he locked his arms around her from behind, his mouth against her ear.

“Excuse me. I believe I was in the middle of a thing, here.”

“You were teasing me,” he said and his gravelly voice made her shiver, “You’ve been teasing me for ten years. I want you.” As he spoke, he slipped his hands over her bare stomach and into her bra, cupping her breasts. His fingers found her nipples and pinched them lightly. Sakura felt her knees go weak. “I want that. The gasping, the moans. I want you to scream my name.”

“N-Naruto... ah,” Sakura wasn’t sure what she was going to say, but it was cut off by one of his hands traveling lower, inching into the space between her pants and her body.

“Where’s your room?” he asked again.

“It’s… that one,” she said, pointing to the slightly open door at the very end of the hall. He removed his hands and turned her to him, kissing her hungrily, nipping her lips, kissing the sides of her mouth when she needed to breathe.

With a quick motion, he lifted her in his arms, still keeping their lips connected as he carried her to her room. When he released her lips to find the bed, she clung to him, kissing his neck. She thought she heard him make some sort of purring noise, but she could have been imagining it by that point.

As he laid her down, she arched up to remove her bra. He watched her with those same half lidded eyes that she was almost embarrassed to meet after she threw the offending garment to the side. Rather than fuel him back into his wild kissing and pawing like she expected, he seemed to want to do nothing but rake his eyes over her.

“You don’t have to stare,” she finally said, although it was more of a whisper.

“You have no idea how many times I imagined this,” he said softly.

“I do too, pervert.”

“You really don’t,” he said, taking his hand and stroking from the base of her breast up to her nipple, watching the slight wobble with something like awe on his face.

“Still, you’ve seen naked women before. Especially with Jiraiya-san as your teacher all those years,” she complained, although there was no real heat to it as his administrations were making her lose focus. He had employed both hands to press her breast together, his thumbs circling the stiff nubs until she could hardly stand it.

“But not you,” he said, and lowered his head to slowly lick her. She couldn’t argue with that— she could barely think. As long as he didn’t stop, she didn’t care what he did.

He moved down her body without her being quite aware of it, at least until he removed her pants and underwear in one easy movement. After tossing them to the side, he nosed her knees apart and placed his hands on either side of her thighs, even as she protested.

“Wait! I’m probably sweaty and we’ve been making out for like two hours and… and…”

The first flick of his tongue made her arch completely off the bed. His hands came down on her stomach to hold her in place and she was fairly sure she heard him growl as he licked her again. The noises she made, well, she wasn’t even sure what kind of noises they were, other than they might have been kind of loud. But he was tearing them out of her, her whole body was shaking, the back of her knees sweating. The hand that was holding her thigh had disappeared and it was all she could do not to clamp her legs shut over his head from the intensity of it all.

She wanted it to stop, and for it to never stop, and right as she was decided that couldn’t take much more, the waves came over her and she screamed.

“Ah! Wait! Please!” she said, twitching as she came down and his tongue was still on her, though slow and soft and entirely too good. She pushed herself away, farther up the bed and he rose. She hadn’t realized it, but at some point, he had gone to his knees on the floor. When he stood, she saw he had already freed himself from his pants. He was casually stroking himself as he stared down at her. She held her arms out to him and he came to her, kissing her deeply.

As they fell back against the mattress together, she wiggled against him, trying to get situated, and he groaned slightly.

“Are you alright?” he whispered, staring down at her.

“More than alright. Are you ok?”

He smiled, “More than ok.”

She wriggled again, freeing her legs to wrap around him. She pressed against him and he froze, his face almost pained.

“I want you,” she said. All of the shyness of saying those kind of words, the awkwardness of being naked, had left her. She had just experienced more pleasure than she even knew existed and the thought of any more almost made her feel faint, but this was more than that. She wanted to be with him.

“Are you sure?” he asked, barely able to open his eyes at the feeling of her pressing against him. In response, she reached between their bodies and placed him against her entrance. With her feet against the back of his thighs, she slowly pushed him in to her.

He grunted. She could feel the muscles on his back clench where she was holding onto him. There was a little, burning pain, but she urged him forward until he was all the way inside her, pelvis to pelvis. She ground herself closer to him, trying to get used to the strange sensation of fullness, but he quickly pulled away and she was empty again.

He leaned over her panting, holding her down with one hand and touching himself with the other. She felt warm liquid hit the base of her stomach before he slumped on to her shoulder.

When his breathing slowed, she asked, “Are you ok?”

“Yeah. I was afraid that might happen. Give me a second,” he said, taking deep breaths against her neck. She played patterns against his back with her nails, enjoying his closeness, when he suddenly sat back up with start and a grunt, staring at her with an odd gleam in his eyes.

“Are you ready?” he asked, hooking his arms under her knees until she was slightly raised against him, her legs spread and his shaft pressed to her folds.

Sakura nodded, more nervous than she was before their brief pause. She had been in a strange, pleasure altered state before, but now she felt a little awkward as he pressed himself against her.

He looked down at her and stroked his hands along the tops of her thighs, “Breathe,” he whispered, “Relax.”

She wasn’t sure if we was talking to her or himself, but she did as he said, taking a long deep breath. She hadn’t finished filling her lungs when he slid inside her with one easy movement that made her scream.

He stopped, “Are you ok?”

“Yes, you just… surprised me. Keep going,” she said, reaching out and pulling him against her chest.

It felt good, but also kind of strange. Sometimes, he would move against her in just the right way and it felt so good that she could barely catch her breath. Sometimes he would shift his position slightly and she’d gasp for an entirely different reason and she’d have to stop him and wiggle back to a more comfortable angle. But every time she opened her eyes, he was staring down at her, watching her face. Once, when she peeked up at him, he smiled and kissed her, his body rubbing against hers, flattening her hips into the mattress. They both groaned into the kiss.

“Like that,” Sakura said.

Naruto grunted, repeating the motion.

“I’m close,” he said. Sakura heard him, but couldn’t respond as his thrusts were filling her in a way that felt insanely good and hurt a little bit at the same time. He suddenly pulled out and she watched him, his face close to hers, his hand moving between them and she felt him come once more.

He collapsed to his elbows and rolled on to his back, grabbing her by the shoulder and taking her with him until she was cuddled at his side through no will of her own. Not that she was complaining. If he hadn’t moved her, she probably wouldn’t have been able to. But now she was able to curl one leg against his and rest her head against his chest.

Naruto seemed to be beyond noticing though, his hand over his eyes, still breathing like he had just sprinted one hundred laps around the village.

“Are you ok?” Sakura asked, her hand resting over his heart where she could feel the pounding slowly starting to wear down.

“No,” he gasped, “I think you killed me.”

She snorted, “Same to you. I think I was only a few seconds away from seeing visions of the afterlife.”

She saw him grin and uncover his eyes. “You did look pretty out of it,” he admitted, “How do you feel now?”

“Good. Sore. Happy,” she said, then covered a big yawn with the back of her hand.

“I wasn’t too rough?” he asked, a little uncertain.

“I don’t think so. I think it’s just because it was my first…” she looked up and saw him nod, biting his lower lip, unable to contain the big smile on his face.

“Oh shut up! It was your first too.”

“I know,” he said, bending down to kiss the top of her head, then immediately flopping back to his pillow, “Eh, I’m dizzy.”

“I know. My ears were ringing before. In any other scenario, these would be some serious symptoms.”

“Nnn. I’m sorry you’re sore. Next time will be better. I mean, if you want… uh…”

“I think better would be physically impossible. And I do want a next time. Lots of them. Even if it means I start communing with the spirits,” she said.

Naruto hugged her tightly and she squeezed him back.

“I love you.”

“I love you.”

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A/N: I know this is short compared to my other chapters, but it seemed like a good place to end it.

On an unrelated note, I’m going to try to reply to my reviews better! I… I’m just… I’m SHY! And then, if too much time lapses, I’m like, “Well maybe it’s too late to reply back? What’s the etiquette for this anyway?!” But I read them all and am soo heppy that you guys think about my little story and are so kind about everything. I’m trying to get tougher, so I’m gonna do goods and get better at replying! Hooha! (That’s my replying to reviews battle cry.)
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