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When Cherry Blossoms Fall	By : inuyoukai8 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 5805 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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I do not own Naruto, any of the associated characters and have no rights to the material. I make no profit from these writings which are purely for entertainment

Sakura lounged in the tub. Hair piled high atop her head. Throughout her bathroom and bedroom candles flickered brightly against the dimness of the winter evening outside. She was looking forward to two whole days off from the hospital. She’d spent thirty six hours straight patching up Anbu operatives that had gotten too close to Akatsuki members in the field.
Kakashi knelt on the thick branch just beyond sight of the window. He had a clear view of the pink haired vixen bathed in firelight. He’d been watching since she’d shed her clothing and stepped in the steaming water. He groaned when he saw her hands splay against her breasts and then one dipped low under bubbly water.
Her cheeks has flushed beyond the heat of her bath, her head back, mouth open on a silent moan, and he didn’t need his sharingan to know what was happening. His mouth grew dry, his pants grew tight. He’d been gone for so long and now all he wanted to do was make his way into that steam little room and replace her hand with his own, his tongue, and his body.
He watched as her face contorted, not in pleasure but frustration and then she slowly rose into the cooler air of the room and stretched. The steam rolled against her pale skin like a wispy phantom tongues and Kakashi moved then.
Sakura stepped from the tub, draining the water and didn’t even bother with a towel. She just stepped into the open space of her bedroom. She walked to the bed and grabbed a bottle of sweet almond oil. She poured it into her hands and rubbed it into her skin before she set the bottle back on the bedside table.
Kakashi used his key to open the door, knowing Sakura would hear him but didn’t care. When he stepped into the dark home and made his way upstairs following the teasing flicker of dusky light, he shed his clothing. He made sure to keep his forehead protector in place and then reached into his vest pocket and took a small length of rope.
When he reached the door of her room, should be their room he paused and leaned lazily against the door frame. Sakura glistened with water and oil in the light, her back to him. “Going to stand there all night?” she asked without turning around.
“Maybe” he replied, “The view is awfully nice.”
She peered over her shoulder at him from beneath sooty lashes, “Just the view?”
He uncurled himself from the door and stood at his full impressive height, “Lay down on the bed Sakura.”
She crawled into the center of the bed, feeling her body heat already and stretched out on her stomach, staring over at him. Tempting, daring, enflaming.
Kakashi was already rock hard, his shaft jutting up defiantly to brush against his navel.
Kakashi reached up and removed his forehead protector. He moved to the bedside table and laid the protector and the robe within her scope of vision. Sakura bit her lower lip looking at them her womb pulsed and she felt the tickling slide of moisture at her inner thigh.
Two fingertips slid the length of her spine and she arched into that knowing touch. The two fingers became a splayed palm that stroked over the globe of her left cheek, before dipping into the velvety crevice and lower still to brush against the wetness of her sex.
Kakashi growled and withdrew from her, rolling her to her back and rising to loom over her.
Sakura was always breathless in the presence of his unmasked face. She was pretty sure he kept covered as a public service. A face like that made a woman a wet, needy mess. She reached her hand up to stroke his cheek, feeling the slight stubble there.
Kakashi turned his face into her palm, dropping a kiss to the soft flesh there, then he took her wrist and pinned it above her head, following with its twin. She watched placidly as he looped the rope around them, securing her to the iron headboard. He reached over to the side of the bed and took up his protector.
“Kaka...”
“Shh. I don’t want you to see tonight, only feel.”
Then he tied it carefully in place over her eyes, locking her in a world of darkness and sensation. A game he knew she liked. A game she knew he played when his need was high.
She felt his callused hands stroke over her arms, over her breasts, across her stomach and legs. He stoked her body countless times until every inch of flesh was violently aware of him and then he leaned forward and lapped against her lower lip.
Sakura opened her mouth with a moan, but his tongue dipped in and was gone before she could catch it. He dropped heated open mouthed kisses along the column of her throat, growling into the soft flesh when she turned her head to the side, exposing that vulnerable white column to him.
His teeth dragged over her, nipping, tongue soothing. And then his hands were filled with her rose peaked breasts. Hands squeezing and kneading, pressing them together, pulling them apart, a wet swipe of his tongue between them.
Fingers pulled her nipples, twisting and tweaking until she whimpered. She felt the stubble of his cheek against the swell before his hot breath washed over that hard bud. His lips flowered against her, tongue curling over and then he suckled at her hard. She arched into his mouth, with a soft moan.
Kakashi watched her pant and writhe for him, feeling a vast measure of male satisfaction. He’d barely started on her and she was already so wet that he could smell her. That his shy Sakura was a wanton with him and only him was an incredible turn on.
He pressed kisses to the underside of her breasts, his knuckles rasping against the softness of her stomach and over her hip bones. Mouth following. She bucked up towards him when his hands drew close to her core. Gods but she needed him! She told him so and he chuckled darkly, “Impatient for me?”
“Yes!” she said succinctly.
“Mm. That’s too bad.”
It was mostly bluffing on his part, his need was so high for her that he had wanted to walk in, slam her against the wall and fuck her senseless until neither one could walk or think.
When his fingertips brushed against her thighs she let them fall open wide. And heard the rough groan and the ragged breath of her lover.
She was wet, flesh vibrant pink against the pale fire lit flesh. Like some exotic succulent fruit. Kakashi forced his fingertip to ghost over the wet slit barely touching. Sakura squirmed at the tickling sensation. She groaned herself when those clever fingers parted her and cool breath blew across the pearl of her desire.
“Kakashi…”
She yelped when his thumb pressed against her without warning, making her body buck up for more contact and he was content for the moment to merely watch the twitch and movement of the wet flesh as he touched and teased. He slid his fingers through her honey to teasingly dip inside and retreat.
An action he repeated various times varying the depth and pressure and speed of his movements to keep her on a lightening hot edge. She had no warning when his hot mouth descended on her and lapped at the heart of her. She sobbed his name, pulling against the thin rope at her wrists. With her great strength escape would have been easy but she knew that Kakashi knew she wouldn’t break the rope or bed.
He wedged his wide shoulder between her soft thighs, ravaging her core with his mouth. Sometimes softly, sometimes ferociously. She bucked and whined. Her body heating in his grasp, her thighs trembling against his cheeks. The stubble teasing her tender flesh.
“So good Sakura…” he groaned into her flesh and when he slid two fingers inside curling them she shattered for him.
Kakashi loved watching her orgasm. Her body nearly incandescent, bowing from the bed. The breathy way she called his name. With a twist of his fingers and a final hard suck on her clit she screamed his name and he grunted smugly.
Sliding up her body to fuse his mouth with hers. He heard the creaking a moment before the groan of the metal and acting swiftly he reached up and tugged the small knot release. Her freed hands flew into his hair and around his neck and she fairly devoured him with her kiss. Her tongue bold and needing as it slipped into his mouth. He groaned, and dragged one slender thigh onto his hip before lining up and entering her slowly. Her head falling back, her mouth opened on his name as his thick length slowly stretched her wide. He felt her body tense at his intrusion and reached down to pinch her pearl as he slammed home.
He paused there, savoring the feeling of being locked so tightly to her. Pelvis to pelvis. She was tight and hot and so good and he praised for feeling like heaven. No matter how often he had her she was always small and snug. He licked lazily at her breast and then followed the flute of her collarbone to the sinew of her neck and bit down on her shoulder.
She clung to him, “Please…”
He withdrew until only the tip of him remained in her and then slowly pushed his way back in, grinding hard against her once seated. He did this over and over, until she panted and sobbed for him to move harder and then he slammed into her.
Sakura wrapped her legs around his hips, drawing him closer with each plunging thrust. She panted and cooed as he touched her. He had created that slow burning heat and was now pounding her into the linens. Her breath came in choppy pants. Her hands scrabbling across his back to his hips, nails scraping there, were digging into his hard backside. She let her palms flatten there to feel the roll and pitch of muscles as he pumped into her.
When he angled his hips just so she shouted. His pelvic bone bumping her bundle of nerves with each stroke. She ran a hand down between them, stroking him as he entered her. She heard the disjointed grunts near her ear.
His own hand joined hers between their churning bodies and he forced their fingers to press against her pearl and she locked tightly onto him, keening her release into the night. A small orgasm followed after, making her try to curl into a ball beneath him. His weight kept her in place. She knew he was close and so she turned her head to whisper in his ear, “I want you to come inside of me.”
He made a small choked sound and slammed into her once, twice before his body tensed over her and he burying his face in her shoulder. Teeth clamping down on her skin and he grunted as he came. She felt the hot bursts within her core and moaned.
They lay for long minutes, tangled and panting and then slowly he shifted and shoved the protector from her eyes. His mismatched eyes staring into foggy green with male satisfaction and no small measure of affection.
They were both sweaty, and tired and sated. He pressed his mouth against hers again. This kiss, slow and lazy and toe curling.
She shifted under him making him groan as they were still connected. “I love it when you come home.”
He made slow love to her mouth and then held her eyes as he thumped within her, “So do I. I heard you have two days off. Not moving from here. Unless I absolutely have to.”
Then he began to move within her again and Sakura let herself be lost.
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