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Chapter VI

She moaned. It was long and drawn out, bordering on a helpless whimper.

Naruto had been kissing her softly, teasingly almost, but when he moved on to nibble her throat, she was done for. She kept her eyes closed, threading her fingers through his wild locks and biting her lower lip softly.

"Naruto-kun…" she whispered.

"Hmm…?"

She could feel his smirk against her pulse point, and she couldn't help but to smile. He could be so cocky sometimes.

They were still lying on the couch, but unlike when they had started, most of his weight now rested on her. Hinata loved the feeling—the closeness and intimacy of it—but she couldn't help it when she suddenly burst into a quiet fit of giggles. Naruto paused, lifting his head to look into her eyes, slightly confused.

"Y-Your hair… it's tickling my cheek," she explained in a murmur.

"Oh…" he said just as lowly, giving her a dorky grin.

Hinata smiled softly at him, combing his hair with her fingers. She then moved up to place a lingering kiss on his forehead, and Naruto resumed his soft kisses on her neck. She released a shuddering breath, closing her eyes and allowing her head to roll to the side to give him more room. Naruto grunted quietly in appreciation. A warm hand journeyed down her side firmly, stopping somewhere near her hip and slithering beneath her top, touching the skin of her stomach and making her squeak.

"So soft…" she heard him whisper.

"Na-Naruto…"

Her hands moved from his hair to grasp the fabric of his jacket almost desperately when the blond's hand began journeying south. It dug beneath both her pants and underwear and when she felt it graze over the pool of curls no one had ever touched before, she couldn't stop her hip from raising, pushing against his touch. Something unknown had taken control of her, and her reactions to his touch and kisses were automatic.

Naruto let out a small grunt of approval, shifting his weight above her, but to Hinata's misfortune, her zealousness to obey this growing sensation came with a price she hadn't entirely thought through. As he shifted, Hinata pushed against his touch again and her unexpected movements caused him to lose his careful balance. Naruto couldn't stop his momentum and rolled quite suddenly towards the floor and to her dismay, the playful growls he had been teasing her with turned into strangled yelps.

Hinata tried catching him, she really did! But… her grip hadn't been that secure to begin with, considering his hands were down her pants and that the couch was far too narrow. She was simply in no position to keep him from his inevitable and quite ungraceful decent to the floor. Naturally, as far as all awkward and embarrassing situations go, Hinata was swept right along with him, and though her fall had been painless, the thump that reverberated through her beloved's body made her grimace with concern, especially when it was combined with the crack-like sound his head made against the hardwood floor.

"Ouch…" he groaned.

"I'm sorry!" she squeaked, thoroughly mortified. "Are… are you okay, Naruto-kun?" She watched as he craned his neck slightly to rub the growing lump on the back of his head.

"Yeah…"

Crawling off him sheepishly and sitting on the floor with her legs tucked beneath her, Hinata offered him a hand. He took it with a small, grateful smile and sat up as well, although in a very slouched manner.

"Do… do you need some ice…?" she trailed off, twiddling her fingers and hiding her gaze from his. Way to kill the mood, she told herself.

"It's okay," he said, giving her that goofy grin of his to reassure her. "I've been known to have a really hard head."

Hinata smiled at his comment, sneaked a glance at him, and once again turned away, thoroughly flushed. Of all times, why did her infamous awkwardness decide to pay her a visit now? She wanted to ignore it. She wanted to kiss him and continue touching him, but he was busy grimacing in pain and rubbing the back of his head. Oh, how selfish could I possibly be? She admonished herself, suddenly wanting the couch to swallow her. This wasn't going the way she had always pictured it at all. How could she possibly set the mood again after all this? She then shook her head slightly. She wouldn't be surprised if he ended up dropping her clumsy ass back at the Hyuuga estate and be done with her… though hopefully just for the night!

She groaned quietly to herself. Surely, even a cat in heat had more decorum than her. One simple touch from him and she was writhing in the throes of passion.

"Are you okay…?" Naruto asked, frowning slightly at her obvious distress.

Do something…! Her mind cried desperately. She didn't want to go home. Despite her humiliating behavior, she still wanted to spend the night with him, dammit! Her body craved it, demanded it. Yet, the most she could muster was biting her lower lip worriedly. She closed her eyes, further coaching herself to think of ways to salvage the mood, but when she reopened them, they ended up gazing straight at the coffee table. On it sat a bright orange book that she had somehow failed to notice until now.

Now, as far as Hinata was concerned, she could've sworn that the next move she had intended on making had been to turn towards Naruto and give him a look suggestive enough he'd take the hint that she wanted to keep going—she had even pictured it in her head—but all she ended up doing was reaching over for the book. Her awkwardness sure had a way of taking over her. Coincidentally, Naruto had indeed been intent on picking up right where they left off, but as he moved forward to resume their making out, their heads collided painfully.

"Owww…" she half-whined, quietly cursing her luck.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" he exclaimed. "I thought we were just going to keep going, and…" he trailed off, shoulders sagging. This was not going well at all. At the rate they were going, by the time they'd start making love they might have to don a pair of helmets.

"It's… okay… it's not your fault," she said, rubbing her forehead gingerly. Naruto pressed his fingers against her own while she rubbed the sore spot, and on impulse he pulled her delicate fingers away to take a closer look at the damage.

"I don't think it's going to bruise… I, uh… I think I'm going to go and get that ice… just in case," he murmured, haphazardly getting to his feet.

Hinata frowned. The nervousness in his voice was quite palpable and she looked up, curious. Maybe he felt just as awkward as she? She sighed dismay. How did they get to that point? She fell back, leaning against the couch, blowing her cheeks out in frustration and making her fringes flutter prettily. She looked around the room for a moment before her eyes fell on the small orange book in front of her.

She eyed it warily; it seemed to be blazing, if not glowing for her attention. In the kitchen, she heard Naruto rummaging away and, releasing another deep breath, she reached for the novel. Might as well take a look at the culprit of their night going horribly wrong. She knew this was no time to be curious—there were certainly more important matters at hand—but whom was she kidding? It'd take a miracle to salvage their evening.

She turned it in her hands to look at the cover, and gasped, blushing vividly.

"Hinata?" Naruto called, reentering the living room with a pack of ice in hand.

Without saying a word, she simply raised the novel in her hand, displaying the cover to him.

Naruto's eyes widened and he blushed just as vividly as she. It was a copy of one of the many Icha Icha novels he secretly owned.

As if their evening hadn't become awkward enough, the big, white and flurry elephant oddly resembling Jiraiya and snickering mischievously in the middle of the room decided now was a good time to make it worst. "Fuck…" he muttered under his breath.

Her eyes widened a fraction in shock. She rarely heard him curse.

"Uh… y-you weren't supposed to see that, I swear!" he said hurriedly, quickly going to her and snatching the book from her grasp. "Sorry," he added, and as soon as he settled down next to her, he shoved the book under the couch, mortified.

"I wasn't?" she asked, narrowing her eyes slightly.

"Uh… no?" he said, unsure.

Hinata crossed her arms, eyeing him gravely.

Naruto's blush darkened. "I… well, you see, I only started reading them because after a while of dating you, I wanted to get better at kissing you, and, and… and… it's not like I could go around asking for lessons, you know!" Did he forget to mention that he had mastered the Insert foot in mouth no jutsu?

Hinata's eyes narrowed further. Naruto quickly concluded that, yes, she was aware of this skill.

"Okay, let's pretend you didn't hear that… ne?"

Hinata simply gave him an expectant look.

"Eh… heh…" Naruto grinned, scratching the back of his head weakly.

Unfortunately, Hinata was far from amused.

Naruto sighed in defeat. Might as well come clean, he decided. "Well, you see… I started reading Icha Icha because… well… I've only started reading them recently, and that's only the second book I've read."

"You have more of these books?"

"I… yeah. I got them in Ero-sennin's memory, actually. I hadn't even planned on reading them, honest!"

Hinata's eyes narrowed. "Oh, really?"

"I swear! I remember Ero-sennin would try to make me read 'em when I was a kid, but I always thought they were super boring! All I wanted to do was train and become a better ninja."

"And now they're not so boring, are they?"

"Well… I'm a bit older now, you know… and things are different," he mumbled, avoiding her gaze. "I have no experience in these things."

Hinata eyed him in surprise, and then she looked away, blushing slightly at his admission. He was that concerned about trying to make her feel good? It was really sweet of him, but she still couldn't help but to feel a little embarrassed. This whole intimacy thing was all so new to her, and she was slowly coming to terms that this was just as new to him.

"To be honest, the books sort of became a resource for me, or at least that's what I had thought a first. They actually ended up making things worse. The more I read, the more vivid and detailed the fantasies I had about you became."

Hinata's eyes widened in shock. She didn't know what to say or what to make of his admission. Did he want to make love to her because that was what he wanted, or because that was what the books had incited? She glanced at Naruto again; the way his whole spirit seemed deflated answered her question and she saw no need to ask it out loud. Yet, not knowing how to react for some reason, she simply reached under the couch and pulled the book out. As she examined the front cover, Naruto eyed her carefully.

She leafed through a few pages, combing through the paragraphs somewhat absently. She then stopped on a particular page, frowning slightly as she read. The blush on her face—if it was possible—gradually darkened, but she couldn't help it. It was like a really bad train wreck and she couldn't look away even if she wanted to.

Ryu… that was his name. Yuri eyed him hungrily and with good reason. She wanted to know if his nickname preceded him, and she had no problem finding out. She herself was known as The Go-Getter, after all.

She walked towards him, her hips swaying seductively as Ryu eyed her with a knowing smile. He sat back comfortably, his arms resting on the backrest of the couch and his legs spread open, unashamedly showing off the bulge that his pants clearly had an impossible time trying to conceal. And what a package it was, she thought, eyeing it with as much shame as he displayed it, which obviously was next to none, but that was just it; it was precisely that air of confidence that drew her to him.

She straddled him as soon as she reached him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He still sat with his arms resting on the couch; he wanted her to show him how much she wanted him.

Yuri rocked her hips firmly, rubbing herself against him. She bit her lip, smiling wickedly. He was enormous.

"Ooooh… your nick name does precede you…"

"You expected otherwise?" he murmured with a cocky smirk.

Yuri slithered down between his legs, and not wasting a second, pulled his hard, hot cock out of his pants. "Oooh, my!" She held her cheeks, as if trying to hide her blush.

"That's right, baby… I'm Ryu… the man with the Dragon Penis…" he said confidently.

"Oh, dear…!" she gushed, still wide-eyed. "Well, Dragon Penis-san… I do believe I'm going to need some help with this majestic cock," she crossed her index fingers and said, "Kage bunshin no jutsu!"

Ryu's eyes widened in surprise as a handful of Yuri copies surrounded him, eagerly rubbing themselves against him and pulling his clothes off. This he did not see coming.

"Alright, girls… let's show this dragon a hell of a time, shall we?"

Ryu's grin widened wickedly and…

Naruto craned his head towards the book, curious to see what had gotten her so quiet, though he had a pretty good guess what it was. He looked at the page number and it took everything not to choke out an OH GOD, NOT THAT ONE! in a panicked scream.

Luckily, he managed to keep his cool.

"They're… the sex scenes are not as bad as people make 'em out to be… except for that one." He chuckled while peering over the top of the book. He shook his head slightly. "Jiraiya was pretty creative, I'll give him that."

Hinata didn't know where to put her eyes so she kept reading the page. Needless to say, her cheeks felt far too hot for her liking.

Naruto leaned against her and nuzzled her ear playfully to distract her. "You know… for people like you and me, these stories, as silly as they are, can be quite… educational…"

"How is Dragon P-Penis-san, educational?"

"Well…" He cleared his throat sharply. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry at her response. Of all things that could possibly come out of Hinata's mouth, Dragon Penis-san was probably the last on any list. What had he gotten himself into? "You know…"

Hinata placed the book on the coffee table and pushed it away as if it would burst into flame any second. "No, I don't know…"

Naruto was scrambling for a decent answer that didn't make him look like a complete pervert. He imagined Jiraiya coaching him in the background, telling him to say something absolutely outrageous like, "Well, babe… when we get better at this lovemaking thing… you can play with my dragon penis any time!"

No, no! he thought, blushing brightly and shaking his head. That would definitely not work on his little Hinata.

"Well?" Hinata watched him. She shyly met his eyes for a moment before returning her gaze towards the book on the table.

"Well… besides the…" Naruto cleared his throat again, "obvious… acts in there," he pointed at the book, "there is some interesting dating… uh, advice." Sure, we'll go with that, Naruto thought, feeling good with his reasoning, even if he knew that was a crock of shit.

"So…" Hinata thought for a moment, "most would read these for the… advice and not the… other activities the characters engage in, right…?"

"Yes! Exactly!" he nodded vigorously. "How did you get to be so smart, Hina-chan! Must be a Hyuuga thing, that's what it is, I'm sure of it!"

Hinata's eyes narrowed. She wasn't buying it. Naruto shifted uncomfortably. He decided that he needed to change the subject, and fast.

"Well… if you want, we can try and put some of that advice into practice… I guarantee you won't be disappointed…"

Hinata immediately let out an Eep when hearing his words, making Naruto chuckle lowly. He could imagine how scandalized her family would be if they knew he had her reading those books, let alone exercising the so-called advice within its pages. But that was the beauty of dating a girl like Hinata. She was so quiet, it'd be a miracle if they even knew her favorite color.

He had nothing to worry about, he decided, as his arms snaked around her, pulling her towards him and littering her neck with playful bites and kisses. With her in his arms, he began pushing them towards the floor. To their horror, Hinata's head connected with a corner of the coffee table with a crack that made his earlier one seem tame.

"Ouch!" She lifted her head with a jerk, and if things couldn't get any worse, she clocked him right on the nose with her forehead.

"Son of a…!" Naruto groaned impatiently, falling back on the floor and holding onto his nose for dear life. "Give me a break, fuck!" he cursed.

"Oh, my God, Naruto-kun! Are you alright?" Hinata asked, horrified. Her hand reached for the coffee table for balance. The blow to her head had her seeing twirling spots in the air. She winced slightly as she rubbed the back of her head softly. "I'm sorry…"

"Don't worry about it…" he grunted." Are you okay?"

"I'm f-fine…" she assured, grimacing at his expression. The blow she had served him with left him with watery eyes.

Naruto assessed their predicament. They were between the coffee table and the couch, and if he had anything to say about it, that was the last place he wanted their first time to be.

"That's it. We're doing this right."

"Huh…?"

He stood and offered Hinata his hand, smiling at her confused expression. He shrugged. "Clearly we're not sexy enough to do this on the couch or the floor just yet. Let's go to the bedroom."

Naruto chuckled at her flushed, wide-eyed expression as he pulled her to her feet.

Hand in hand, they walked to the bedroom. For a second, Naruto considered carrying her to the bedroom—that's what the hero always did in all the sappy romance movies he ever had the misfortune of watching. However, with the terrible luck they had so far, he'd probably end up breaking her neck, so he decided to play it safe.

Once there, they sat on the edge of the bed, and Naruto reached over to turn on the lamp on the nightstand.

The room was quiet, but in Hinata's ears, the beat of her heart thundered loudly. She sneaked a glance to her side where Naruto sat, gazing at their still joined hands with a soft smile. His expression showed not necessarily that he was deep in thought, but simply enjoying the moment. In fact, from her perspective he didn't even seem anxious. For her, though, being in the bedroom had somehow set a different tone, and she was surprised that he he didn't seem to notice.

She leaned on his side, pressing her head on his shoulder and slightly tightening the grip on his hand, seeking comfort. Naruto turned to her and wrapped his free arm around her, nuzzling the top of her head. She gladly settled into his embrace and they slowly fell back into the bed. They stared at the ceiling momentarily, perhaps wondering how to proceed, then Naruto rolled his head to watch her. Hinata turned her gaze to him, albeit a bit more slowly. She gave him a shy smile, and Naruto, being Naruto, gave her a cheesy, close-eyed grin. He then opened his eyes and looked to the distance, frowning slightly as if thinking.

"What is it, Naruto-kun?" she asked in a quiet voice.

"Hmm…" He sat up, and Hinata followed suit. "We agreed we'd do this right. Stand up."

Looking at him quizzically, she stood from the bed along with him. How they were going to do it "right" was a mystery to her given their level of experience, or lack thereof, but she was willing to humor him. She was still painfully horny, after all, but beyond kissing the daylights out of him, she wasn't sure how to proceed, thus she was more than happy to follow his lead.

She watched as he pulled the covers halfway from the bed haphazardly and she smiled, understanding what he had meant.

"There, that's much better," Naruto mumbled sheepishly, finishing up. Then, quite unexpectedly, he suddenly jumped onto the bed like a five year old and slid half his body under the covers with a mischievous snicker. He rubbed the space on the bed next to him, grinning at her. "C'mon…" he said, lifting the blankets for her to join him and wiggling his eyebrows, "let me give you some lovin'."

She laughed and shook her head, carefully settling next to him, nervous still, but neither was paying that much attention with his playfulness still in effect. Another snicker escaped Naruto as he pulled her to him, and then rolled on top of her.

It was both strange yet exciting, he thought. The newfound closeness they shared was wonderful and overwhelming—it was more than that, actually, but he didn't have the words to describe it, at least for the time being. For all it was worth, he didn't want to let go of her. He wanted to keep her in his arms forever and, looking into her eyes, he could tell that in his arms was precisely where she wanted to be, too.

Still resting on her, he shifted to find the ideal position, and unconsciously, she opened her legs to accommodate him in his endeavors. Then her blush darkened. Realizing the reason of her blush, the red tint on his cheeks darkened as well. It was his boner—which happened to be bordering on painful, by the way—that she could feel firmly pressed against her. Naruto wondered how she felt about it… did feeling that part of his body pressed against her excite her… or maybe scare her? Only their clothing stood between their sexes and, and… Oh, why was he trying to analyze things? It's only a matter of time, he told himself, I'll find out soon enough.

That being said, he dropped his head to the crook of her neck and rocked his hips against her experimentally. Hinata moaned, tightening her hold on him, rocking her groin in return, and wrapping her legs around his hips. The friction he created against her felt so damned good she wanted more of it; they both did. Naruto reached for her cheek, caressing it softly and shifted his lips towards hers, kissing her at last. She welcomed his embrace willingly and moaned again softly. Gradually, their kiss intensified, but unexpectedly, he felt her chest jump slightly. He frowned into the kiss; it was as if she was holding her laugh in. He pulled away slowly, and lifted his head to look into her lustful eyes with a quirked eyebrow.

Noting her trying to fend off a smile that was steadily getting the best of her, he frowned with curiosity. "What's so funny?" he mumbled.

Hinata finally allowed herself to giggle. "We're so klutzy," she admitted.

She was hopeless, she decided. She had Uzumaki Naruto on top of her, ready to make love to her any second! Why was her mind preoccupied with something so stupid? Honestly…!

"Well, we're not falling from this bed; plenty of room…" Naruto assured in an amused tone. Smooth, Uzumaki… real smooth…. he groaned, but he couldn't help it. With such an off the wall observation, what was he supposed to say?

In an attempt to recover from his blunder, he rambled on: "It's a king size, you see?" He immediately closed his eyes with dread and released a deep breath. Again, that wasn't the brightest thing to say.

He opened his eyes when he heard Hinata giggle.

"You're so silly, Naruto-kun," she commented, tracing one of his whiskered cheeks with her index finger. He simply gave her a goofy grin. Then, gradually, both their expressions sobered, and they simply looked into each other's eyes. Somehow, the more interruptions they had, the harder it became to start again. Hinata sighed and closed her eyes as her head rolled to the side softly.

This is so foolish, she thought idly. This time it wasn't the couch or the coffee table or that stupid book's fault. Why did I have to bring that up again? Not even she knew the answer to that. Still, though, she insisted, It's amazing what a bad case of clumsiness and a dirty book can do to our courage. However, that didn't mean she didn't want to make love anymore. On the contrary, the throbbing heat between her legs was still quite unbearable, and with the way his erection kept pushing against her, she could tell he was no different.

Yet, despite their obvious need to continue, Hinata wondered where their resolve had gone. Looking into his eyes, she wondered: is this the way it always happened with other couples on their first time, or was this just a regular thing when lovemaking? God, she really hoped not. Perhaps they—she more than he—were too focused on their lack of experience when it came to making love. She wanted to simply go with the flow and make the best of it, for at the rate she was going, she was going to start making a shopping list in her head, and God forbid!

With that in mind, she decided that if their lack of experience was such an obstacle, maybe she should reference her arsenal of dirty fantasies. Her fantasies not only showed a very willing and obliging Naruto, but a daring and confident Hinata. Furthermore, her mind never wandered in her fantasies, much less worried about doing things in a certain order like she was doing now. When was it okay to start taking clothes off and run her hands all over his body, or when was it even appropriate to devour his neck with kisses and nibbles? Am I really going to do this now?she asked herself in disbelief.

Yes. Yes, she was. The way that last thought made her blush profusely was testament of that, and, as clueless as her lover tended to be, it was just her luck that this would be the time when he'd actually pay attention. The way he raised at brow was a clear indication of this.

"What are you thinking?" he asked in a quiet murmur.

She looked away bashfully, unconsciously biting her lower lip. Dammit…

Naruto, for his part, tried not to stare too hungrily at the way she nibbled her lips. It wasn't something that he hadn't seen her do before, but it sure looked a lot sexier now that she was trapped beneath him. The more she nibbled, the more his mind wandered into uncharted territory; he wasn't sure he was going to be able to keep his promise about being gentle if she kept doing little things like that. He wanted to be the one to nibble her lips, bite them playfully and caress them with his tongue.

"Hey…" he insisted, placing his index finger on her jaw line and gently forcing her to look at him.

Maybe later he could do all that, but for now, he figured that if he probed for an answer, and not just verbally—she moaned when he rocked against her—he'd distract her long enough to make her forget her nervousness. Sadly for him, looking into her innocent, yet lustful eyes had distracted him instead. No doubt it was all some sort of evil plan she had schemed to seduce him until it was too hard for him to think straight. Not that he'd particularly mind that.

"I feel so silly…" she admitted, deciding that telling half the truth would have to do for now. That bit about her having her way with his neck would have to stay with her until further notice.

He frowned again, this time without a smile. "Why?"

"I… I don't know what to do!" she complained.

"What to do?" he queried, his tone clearly conveying his confusion.

"Yeah…" she mumbled.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know how to start."

"But we already started, though," he pointed out.

"I know…" she said. "It's just…"

"What is it?"

"There's so much I want to do!" she voiced in frustration. "I… don't know when it's appropriate to do this or that, you know…?"

"This or that…" he repeated, as if wondering. "Hmm…" He smiled at her and dipped his head to kiss her gently. He then pulled his lips away from hers, but maintained his forehead pressed against hers, and in a hushed tone, he said, "Well, I'm certainly no expert, but I think we can do whatever we want. This isn't a test, sweetheart…"

"But when is it okay to do things?" she asked. "I don't want to do something you're not ready for…" she then mumbled sheepishly.

He grinned, chuckling. Well, well… my little Hyuuga's a complete perv… this oughta be good. "Well… try me. What do you want to do?"

Hinata bit her lip again; by now the blush was stinging her cheeks. "W-well… I …"

He nudged her cheek with his nose; she eyed his neck again, the way his jaw line cut across made her shiver.

"Yes?" He was putting her on the spot, but she wasn't going to let it discourage her; she could almost feel the twinkle in his eyes.

"There's this thing… about your…" she ducked her head in the crook of his neck, mumbling.

"My what?" He pulled back and she stayed quiet, but she wasn't idle. He felt a small nibble against his jaw; the way she did it was gentle and seductive, and it made his cock pulse.

He smirked and shook his head. She was definitely kinkier than he gave her credit for, but he loved her all the more for it. "So… you have a thing for my jaw?" he asked, grinning.

"It's not funny, Naruto-kun…!" she whined indignantly, her head pressed against his neck as she tried to hide her embarrassment.

Naruto, whose grin had gradually and unconsciously turned goofier, looked at her lovingly. "You're being silly, Hinata-chan."

She frowned. "I am?" She wasn't exactly hoping he'd actually agree with her.

"Yeah…" he said, chuckling softly. "It's a hell of a turn on that there are little specific things you love about me. Promise me you'll always tell me about them."

"Eep!" Her eyes widened. "I… I…"

He chuckled again. "I promise to do the same. I'm a fair Hokage, you know…"

"I'm sure you are," she replied, smiling and shaking her head.

"I am," he insisted, still grinning. "Like for example, I love those pouty lips of yours that are always begging to be kissed… like now…"

And he kissed her teasingly, pulling on her bottom lip with his teeth while his tongue grazed it slowly.

"Hmm… I've wanted to do that all night long…" he mumbled against her lips.

Hinata moaned. "Naruto-kun…" The things that man did to her…

"I'm here for you, I promise," he whispered, still with his lips pressed against hers.

"I…"

He threaded his finger through her long hair softly. "You can do this…" he kissed her tenderly, his lips suckling her lower lip as his tongue nibbled away teasingly once again, "…and that…" his hand grazed her throat with the barest touch before moving down her shoulder, arm, ribs, waist and hip, until it settled firmly on her thigh, making her shudder with a quiet whimper.

"You can do whatever you want. I'm not going anywhere, Hina-chan…" he whispered, his lips still pressed to her neck and his words tickling her skin. "I'm yours…"

She gave him a small smile, her heart leaping from his simple, yet profound declaration.

"I'm yours, too, Naruto-kun…"

"You better be!" he reprimanded playfully, providing her with another tender kiss. "Just love me…" he instructed in a whisper, his lips still against hers. "I don't know what I'm doing, either, but let's not think about that. Just let go; love me how you want to… don't hold back."

"Okay…" she whispered.

And so, he kissed her again.

Moments later, Naruto dipped his head past her lips to her neck and Hinata marveled at the feel of his tongue and mouth nipping her flesh tenderly. She closed her eyes reflexively and rewarded him with a shuddering sigh that expressed the bliss she felt from both his gentleness and, to a certain extent, the nagging turmoil that persisted in her mind. She gripped his neck with one hand to keep him in place—the things he was doing to her felt so heavenly, so help him God if he dared stop anytime soon. With her other hand, she threaded her fingers through his rebellious hair, trying to find something to keep her occupied.

And then, she felt him stiffen. She clenched her jaw with dread.

He can tell I'm still anxious…

In spite of her adamant grip, he managed to lift his head to look into her eyes. His gaze was loving, seductive and encouraging all at once, but it communicated more than that.

Relax…

How expressive and brilliant his eyes were, and how she adored them.

… let yourself go…

In his eyes, she could do no wrong.

… and trust in me.

It was a silent request weaved with the love and faith he had in her.

He kissed her again before she could realize her grip was relaxing.

"I love you, Hinata," he whispered.

The way his breath hitched when he said those words with such quiet intensity, yet unyielding conviction; the way his whole body shuddered; and the way he tenderly combed his fingertips through her hair gave her all the assurance she needed to find that tiny bit of tranquility that was so essential at that moment.

"I love you, Naruto," she replied shyly, brushing one of her thumbs over his eyebrow.

His words and his touch was all she needed to gain back some of her confidence, enough to take the initiative and kiss him, this time with exquisite abandon. If it were the last thing she ever did, she would find that daring woman within herself that she seemed to have left on the couch.

She gripped the collar of his jacket and pulled him to her, forcing him to completely settle his weight on her. At first, she felt his surprise and hesitance; as though he was afraid to crush her, but the second she nipped his bottom lip with her tongue, his concern flew out the window. She felt him dig his hands under her until he had her small frame within his zealous embrace. He held her tightly, and Hinata's arms, which had draped themselves around his neck, pulled him to her with all her might. She had never been that close to him for so long before, but she immediately discovered that she loved the feeling and looked forward to getting used to it.

But Naruto then pulled his lips from hers with a quiet growl; the ardor of her kiss had charmed him… daring him to make her lips and tongue his new and permanent residence. He resisted the temptation, gliding his lips from her jaw to her neck, nibbling and teasing as he went along. He removed his hands from underneath her to support his upper frame as he slid lower. He stopped when he was in a position to devour her collarbone and Hinata eagerly volunteered to be at his mercy. As she rolled her head to her side to give him more working room, she quickly discovered that the way he suckled her neck, and the way he dragged his teeth against her responsive skin was simply going to be the end of her. She whimpered helplessly and threaded her fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp, loving the way he grunted against her pulse point in response.

She then giggled when she heard him groan impatiently. His intention had been to devour her collarbone, but the collar of her blouse kept insisting otherwise. Straddling her impatiently, he gripped the hem of her shirt and pulled, trying to get it off her once and for all, but he was hardly successful. She smiled and sat up to assist him. He returned her smile, pulled the annoying garment off, and threw it aside, marveling how her hair elegantly fell around her shoulders after she pulled it up.

With her upper body barely covered by her bra, Hinata watched him curiously and expectantly, fighting the urge to bring her arms up to cover herself. Her logic berated her insecurities, reminding again that soon enough he would have to see everything. She was convinced he would be the only man she would ever expose herself both physically and emotionally to, even if with a bit of hesitation. She really wasn't as concerned about him seeing her naked as she was to him discovering that her whole body was littered with scars from years of being a Leaf Kunoichi. Her upper body alone probably had at least a dozen of them dispersed throughout that refused to fade away no matter how many creams and concoctions she used. Yet, the more he stared, the more anxious she became.

Despite the thoughts that plagued her, she watched his tender smile as his fingertips gently traced one of the scars on her shoulder. While his touch became more intrepid, she noticed the way his pupils had dilated into thin, dark circles of desire despite the light in the room as they roamed over her flesh. She felt her lips tug at the corners of her mouth; she was quickly falling in love with the way his eyes lingered all over her and her flaws.

He finally tore his eyes away from her exposed flesh and met her gaze in complete awe. "Wow… beautiful…"

She giggled. She couldn't help herself. She loved the way her body muddled his eloquence. With a shy smile, she began to push off the light jacket he was wearing over a black T-shirt. He gladly assisted her by bringing his arms down, and before he decided to hold her to him again, Hinata quickly took hold of the hem of his T-shirt and pulled up. Naruto gave her a mischievous grin and let her have her way. She placed the shirt aside, quickly forgetting about it, and marveled at his bare torso.

With the way she surveyed his body, Naruto also happily concluded that she, too, was very satisfied with what she saw. Unbeknown to her, one of her hands reached up to graze the exposed skin, but she rapidly snatched it away when she realized what she was about to do.

Naruto chuckled. "It's okay…" he promised with an encouraging smile.

If it was possible, the blush she had been wearing all along suddenly darkened and she looked away in sheer embarrassment. She heard him chuckle again before he cupped her cheek and gently forced her to look into his eyes.

"Go ahead," he insisted. "Love me how you want to, remember?"

She brought her hand up hesitantly. Naruto, being the impatient knucklehead he was known for, took her hand in both of his and guided it to the center of his chest.

"Eep!"

Naruto snickered. "You're so cute, Hinata-chan!"

Hinata pouted and Naruto laughed openly, planting a playful kiss against her lips. He kept his forehead pressed against hers and gave her a loving smile.

"Now you're just making fun of me," she accused in a tiny voice.

"I'm not," he assured. "I promise…" Giving her another reassuring kiss, he guided her hand over to the left side of his chest and watched her gasp soundlessly when he flexed it against her palm playfully.

"Show off!" she huffed, though her smile and the sparkle in her eyes betrayed her words.

He snickered. He then saw her smile widen. His heartbeat was so vigorous. Before, she only ever got to feel it above the fabric of his clothing, but now she felt as if she held his heart in the very palm of her hand.

"It's beating fast, isn't it?" he remarked quietly.

She looked into his eyes with a smile and nodded. She took his hand and placed it against her chest to show him that he wasn't the only one with a tempestuous heartbeat. Then, feeling a bit braver, Hinata pressed both of her hands on his chest. She marveled at the way her fingertips left trails of goose bumps as she explored his skin. When said fingertips traveled lower to his abdomen she felt him flinch and then grab her wrists preventively.

"That tickles," he informed.

She grinned and stored this new knowledge in a corner of her mind for later use. "Who would've thought the great Rokudaime Hokage was ticklish."

"Hey!" he warned.

She giggled at his reaction, but sobered gradually as she gazed into his eyes. Though his eyes sparkled playfully, she never failed to miss the lust in them; he couldn't stop himself from peeking at her exposed flesh. He would sneak glances, tearing his gaze from hers every now and then for a split second to look south, but it would immediately return to hers almost apologetically, as if asking if it was okay that he was looking. She didn't mind in the very least. Quite the contrary, his appreciation of her body truly flattered her and gave her that extra bit of confidence she needed to press herself against him and devour his lips. His strangled moan thrilled her, and the way his arms held her tightly to him made her heart soar. As they kissed, his hands glided greedily over her skin. Curiosity was getting the best of him, and he wanted to explore every inch of her. Hinata felt him fumble with the clasp of her bra. His lips had left hers with the barest whisper and Hinata had shivered pleasantly, watching as his eyes grazed her bust, lingering on the protrusion her nipples made under thin fabric of her brassiere. His warm breath bathing her skin and the likewise warmth of his arms flushed around her skin… it simply drove her mad.

She would have never imagined that things like the intensity of his gaze, his skin against hers, his breath, his hands tenderly grazing the flesh of her back, and a great many things her brain didn't have the capacity to peruse at that moment would impact her so profoundly. She always knew it'd be wonderful, but she never expected it'd be so exquisitely intense. She kept her arms draped around his neck and her fingers busy playing with his hair as he worked that dreaded piece of clothing.

As for Naruto, what had become a look of impatience gradually turned into a scowl. Hinata wouldn't have been surprised if he grabbed a kunai, being as impulsive as he was, and torn the garment off her once and for all.

"This damn thing won't come off…" she heard him grumble in aggravation, and she giggled in response.

He shook his head when he felt one of her hands reach back to assist him. As much as he would've loved the help, being eager as he was, he just had to refuse it. Untroubled by his rejection, Hinata smiled, gave him the tiniest of shrugs and returned her hand to caressing his hair. Not giving up was his nindo, and making love was going to become a regular activity, thus learning how to remove her brassiere was simply a task he would need to learn to do quickly and efficiently if they ever wanted to get somewhere.

Several moments passed before he finally managed to figure how to unfasten those dreaded hook-and-eye clasps. As he dropped her bra absently, Hinata quickly determined that his reaction was priceless. Initially, every cell in her body had to fight that female reflex, that urge to cover herself, but the way his breath hitched and his eyes widened made it a whole lot easier to keep her arms from flying up.

Oh, yeah… she could definitely get used to that look.

One of his hands tentatively reached up to cup one of her breasts, and Hinata couldn't help but to moan and let her head fall back as the pleasure washed through her.

Without saying a word, Naruto guided his soon-to-be lover to lie once again on the bed. His body hovered over her as he pressed his lips against hers. However, Hinata had other plans and pulled him to her greedily. They groaned pleasantly, their lips still locked, as their flesh came into contact. Hinata could feel her stomach almost bursting with butterflies from this new and amazing sensation.

A desperate moan broke free when Naruto's member—clothed still, but ever present—pressed against her burning groin. Her hips arched up and she ground herself against his erection. Naruto growled, loving the way she was gradually losing control. Then again, so was he.

"Hina-chan…" he whispered.

Hinata's eyes widened in surprised. The way he voiced her name, so strained, so full of passion made her heart beat almost painfully.

"If you're… if you're expecting me to last the night, you're… you're really not helping…" he heaved, his warm breath against her neck tingling her skin.

"I'm… I'm sorry, Naruto-kun…" she whispered, breathless as well. That was a lie and they both knew it.

He chuckled softly and lifted his head to look at her. Everything about her screamed desire. "It's alright," he assured. "It doesn't feel bad. It's just very new and overwhelming… the things you're doing, the way you're reacting is exciting me a whole lot more than I can handle. I just… I just…"

"What is it…?"

"Eh heeh… well, let's just say we wouldn't want this to be a short and disappointing night," he admitted.

"We're well past disappointments, Naruto-kun," she assured with a smile.

"Heh… I would have to agree on that," he mumbled, emphasizing his agreement by daringly gliding his hand down her side as he spoke.

Hinata arched her body under his touch. This reaction aligned her chest exactly in front of Naruto's face, and he was not one to dismiss such wonderful opportunity. As a matter of fact, he could swear that her nipples were calling out to him, so who was he to ignore their beckoning?

"Ah…!"

Hinata's grip on his hair tightened. She didn't know whether to pull him off her, or keep him in place. What he did with his mouth, teeth and tongue felt devastatingly wonderful, and the pleasure that rippled through her body was so vigorous and sharp, it was almost too much. She could tell he was testing the waters, especially with the way he looked into her eyes intently, watching her every reaction, trying to find out if he was doing things right. If you asked her, though, the things he was doing to her were more than right, and the way his eyes stayed on hers as he did them was the biggest turn on yet.

"Narutoooo…" she rasped when one of his hands reached up to fondle the other breast he had neglected thus far.

Naruto paused, concerned, wondering if maybe he got carried away. Her neck had arched and prevented him from looking into her eyes. To his misfortune, he was unable to see just how her face contorted in utter pleasure.

"Are you alright?" he spoke, her nipple muffling his voice. It'd be a real shame if he had to release it for the sake of speaking.

The vibrations of his raspy, low and—God forbid—sexy voice, combined with the warmth of his breath against her breast, made her entire being shudder pleasantly.

"Mmm-hmm…" she managed to hum, her throat catching in a slight squeak. Unconsciously, she pulled him tightly against her bosom when she felt him lift his head in concern.

Naruto smirked, proud of the puddle of nerves in which he had turned his girlfriend. He could certainly get used to having this much power over her.

And so, he drove on.

His mouth happily returned to her pink nipple, which was gradually turning a vivid red from his eager attentions. He felt her tremble pleasantly when he once again grazed her other breast with the very tips of his fingers, teasing her to no end with feather-like touches.

After several moments, he abandoned her bosom to kiss her—the disappointed whimper that she let out as he did so made him smirk. He loved the way her one moist nipple rubbed against his chest as he moved. His little Hinata-chan liked the attention to her breasts a bit more than he had anticipated, and he knew this knowledge would prove to be priceless in future encounters.

He growled as she deepened their kiss, unaware that it was a mixture of mischief and pride. One of his hands played with her now mused hair; his other hand abandoned her breast and traveled further south, stopping momentarily to trace the exposed skin right above the waistband of her pants. After, his fingers traced a path that led directly to her groin. He was instantly rewarded by her squeal of surprise. His hand cupped her entirely. He thrilled in the fact that he was responsible for the humid, steam-like heat that penetrated both her pants and panties and rapidly coated his hand. She was so hot down there he could even smell her arousal. He knew her underwear had to be saturated by now.

He watched her intently as she moaned and released shuddering breaths every time his hand traced the crease of her outer labia molded under the fabric of her pants. But he wanted more. Without hesitation, his hand briskly unfastened and unzipped her pants and dug inside her panties.

"Oh, God…!" he whispered in total awe, relishing in the way her desire coated his fingers as he touched her and the way she hoarsely voiced his name in complete abandon the more he touched the delicate lips of her labia. Naruto kissed her hungrily, dipping his tongue into her mouth, tickling her palate and swallowing her moans. One of her hands gripped and pulled on the bed sheets while the other held on to his neck for dear life, trembling helplessly.

He abandoned her lips to watch her carefully. Her face was beautiful in the way it frowned, focusing on the pleasure he gave her. His desire to see more of her basking in pleasure encouraged him to push the boundaries of exploration. With his middle finger he traced the edges of her wet, inner folds until he reached her equally swollen clitoris.

Hinata bit her lower lip hard to contain her moan and bucked against his probing hand unconsciously. Although his fingers were masculine, clumsy and curious, it didn't deter her pleasure. Naruto lacked the finesse she had grown accustomed to from her own touch, she admitted to herself, but, it was almost more exciting—maybe it was the rough texture of his calluses that affected her more or less, however, a part of her mind argued that perhaps it was simply the fact that Uzumaki Naruto had his hand down her pants. No matter, she decided. All she knew was that it simply felt heavenly.

She gasped when she felt him latch on to the other nipple his lips had neglected earlier and begin suckling her much the same way he had done the first time as he continued to leisurely torment the bundle of nerves between her legs.

"Naruto…!" she whispered his name so full of longing.

Oh, yes…! she decided. The tiny friction his calloused fingers caused against her clit did indeed intensify the sensations, so much so that she could feel her vagina quiver helplessly, desperately seeking some form of release. And because of it, she began feeling that familiar emptiness she always experienced when she was in the midst of relieving herself. This time, however, she felt it more keenly than she ever had in the past. Perhaps it was the anticipation, the knowledge that only one man could fulfill this need. Strictly speaking, it was a task solely reserved for the man currently tormenting her with sloppy but loving licks, nibbling, suckling, and probing touches. Now that he was there, she wasn't going to wait any longer.

"Naruto, I…" she heaved a shuddering sigh. "P-please…" she begged, her voice strained in desperation.

She couldn't believe how badly she needed him. The attention he had been giving her with his mouth and touch had gradually become a sweet, sweet torture.

Smiling smugly, Naruto released her besieged nipple and sat up, admiring the way her chest heaved frantically and the way her head rolled from side to side loosely. Immediately after, he retrieved his hand from inside her panties and proceeded to remove all remaining clothes from her body. As he did, he got a stronger whiff of her arousal and growled in anticipation. His eyes raked her body hungrily as he crawled off the bed and stood in front of her. He admired her openly while he threw her clothes aside aimlessly, adoring the way her whole form quivered before him.

Hinata watched with glazed eyes as he revered her body from where he stood, frantically unfastening his pants and discarding them along with his underwear in one swoop, much the same way he had done with hers.

To her disappointment, when he had straightened, he had climbed back on the bed so quickly she was denied the opportunity to truly appreciate his naked physique, but she would live. Right now, all her faculties had abandoned her.

Naruto crawled over her, bracing his body on his elbows to get the necessary leverage as he shifted until he was parallel on top of her, his legs between hers. Hinata couldn't stop the surprised gasp when she felt his hot erection trapped between them, rubbing against her clitoris whenever he moved.

She heard him growl deep within his chest when she opened her legs widely, accommodating him gladly. Under different circumstances she would've been embarrassed to death at the thought of being in such an intimate position with him, but at that moment, she just didn't really care. She felt empowered. She indulged in the way her wetness glazed his manhood and threatened to snap his very logic, as if testing the last shred of self-control he had left. She was shivering, but in sheer anticipation… the adrenaline building in her body felt like an ocean running through her veins. And though his eyes burned with lust, he looked at her gravely, expectantly. Hinata met his gaze, then released a shuddering breath and bit her lower lip, signaling him to begin with a slight nod. He dipped his lips to hers momentarily, still with his gaze locked on hers.

"Hold on to me," he instructed in a whisper, his lips still against hers.

She nodded again, wrapping her legs around him and draping her arms around his neck, caressing his hair lovingly; she loved the way it felt in her hands.

Balancing most of his body weight on one elbow, he reached down between them and took hold of his member, gently rubbing its head against her soaked folds to lubricate himself, if anything in hopes this action would provide easier passage. She moaned in turn, for it felt more like a tease than a precaution. She was so receptive to everything he did, she wondered if she was so sensitive because she was so uncontrollably horny, or simply because it was Naruto.

Naruto tried ignoring the sensuality of her noises as he racked his brain for any other tips he might've, accidentally or not, come across in the past that would prevent her incoming discomfort. He even tried to think back on all the dirty Icha Icha scenes he had read so far, but not a damned thing came up. It was frustrating; his mind drawing on a blank, but he felt no one had the right to blame him for that; it was hard to think with such a beautifully naked and aroused woman trapped under him.

And so, he simply kissed her and began to move forward.

Hinata felt his tip slowly push past her entrance, her most intimate part being invaded for the very first time. He was tentative and moved cautiously, excruciatingly so. Her breath quickened, and she shut her eyes tightly, perhaps a bit fearful all of a sudden. She wanted to both laugh and cry. This was such an overwhelming experience it turned her mind into a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. One second she yearned for him, and the next, in that split second where she had the opportunity to consider what they were doing, she didn't know what to do with herself. One thought that kept reappearing in her mind was that she had never done this before and no one could ever really describe what to expect as these kinds of things varied from person to person, but a part of her argued that if she just calmed down, she'd find out soon enough. Yes, she was finally crossing that symbolic threshold, but it was with someone she trusted and loved more than she could possibly fathom. That thought was comforting and somewhat placated her concerns.

But then, she felt him stiffen.

"Hinata…"

"Hm…?" she responded.

"Look at me…" She felt his lips whisper, still against hers.

She slowly opened her eyes and gazed into his blue depths, which gazed into her moon-like orbs with an intensity she had never encountered before.

"Stay with me…" he instructed gently.

She gave him the barest nod, obliging him and absently enjoying the odd feeling of his words slipping into her mouth.

She felt him begin to move forward again, and for a moment, his intrusion felt wonderful. She had nothing to worry about, this wasn't so bad. As a matter of fact, she reveled in his tremors and shuddering breaths, loving the fact that she was responsible for that. He kept pushing, gently still, millimeter by millimeter it seemed, giving no signs of when he would be all the way in.

And then, she flinched slightly, beginning to feel him actually stretch her. Okay, so maybe it would hurt after all. For a second she had figured that maybe she would be the exception and wouldn't feel the pain and discomfort all experienced women had assured she would feel on her first time. But this was not to be. In fact, the sharper the discomfort became, the more she realized that all the lubrication in the world wasn't going to help her against his imposing arrival, or the burning-like sensation she felt from being stretched for the first time. She never didinsert anything when she touched herself, after all. All her stimulation had always been strictly external.

She whimpered quietly, her frown sharpening.

"Hang on, Hina…" Naruto pleaded, honestly not knowing how else to comfort her. He had spent enough time with Jiraiya to know at least this much: this would be very difficult for her. He hated that this step was inevitable for the first—and hopefully only—time, but promised himself that after she got used to him being inside her, it would be the last time she would ever purposefully endure such discomfort before he had anything to say about it.

Hinata, on the other hand, found it ironic that the same muscles that had ached so badly for him moments ago were now resisting him. She gripped his shoulders tightly, burying her short nails into his flesh. Naruto coped with the sting, so long as it helped her cope with her own.

"Naruto…" she whimpered. Reluctantly, she withdrew one of her hands, which she was sure left nail prints on his shoulder blade, and reached to caress his jaw line tenderly.

"Hmm?" He paused.

"I love you, Naruto," she quietly declared with all the conviction she could manifest.

Surprised, Naruto froze as an electric shudder ran down his spine not only from her admission, but also from the intensity of her eyes.

"D-don't… don't stop, please," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll be alright; I promise."

Her very words and the way she looked at him with love and encouragement left no room for doubts or arguments.

"Okay…" he said, drawing her lips to his own, kissing her with renewed abandon.

When he began pushing again, she moaned slightly and braced herself. But Naruto, not wanting to drag this any longer, pulled back, biting back the moan this action incited, and snapped his hips towards hers again, finally burying himself deep within her.

Naruto's lips on Hinata's muffled her squeal with a shuddering groan; her whole body rippled with tremors from being filled for the first time. Once he was settled, she breathed deeply, as if to keep herself calm. The sudden feeling of him filling her made her realize that this was truly happening. Naruto, feeling her stiffen under him, held her tightly, planting loving kisses all over: her firmly closed eyelids, nose, chin, and temples, hoping to help ease her as well. It took everything within his power to resist the urge to pull back out just to feel the texture of her inner walls clench around him again. It had felt heavenly when he had entered her. She was so hot, so wet, and so very tight. He could feel her tremors not only externally as she trembled slightly beneath him, but also on the inside, where they were joined as one for the very first time.

He dropped his head to the crook of her neck guiltily. It wasn't fair that he got to indulge in such intense pleasure when she had to endure the very opposite.

"Forgive me…" he whispered.

She wanted to tell him that there was nothing to forgive, that this had to happen, but there was no way she could articulate anything beyond a quiet whimper.

He did not move for several moments, but when he felt her shift, trying to work around her discomfort, he could no longer help himself. He lifted his face from the crook of her neck and kissed softly as he began moving agonizingly slowly. The pace challenged the demands of his horny body and viciously tested his self-control, but he would not surrender to them. That's not say this was an easy feat, however. The beautiful sounds she made encouraged him otherwise and tormented him to take further action. He swallowed her squeals, holding her tightly every time he felt her squirm, making sweet sounds of comfort against her ear.

He chanted an endless mantra in his head, reminding himself that, this time, it wouldn't be about him or the release his body begged for. It couldn't possibly be, especially when she obviously wasn't exactly enjoying herself. But, damn… she certainly was making it hard to focus on something else, even if she didn't realize it.

Restrained squeaks and whimpers voiced themselves every time he pushed in, and the more he did it, the more her muscles surrounding him succumbed to his invasion. Slowly, she grew accustomed to him.

"Hinata…" he voiced hoarsely, a shuddering growl slipping from him.

Hinata looked at Naruto; the strain in his voice distracted her thoughts of discomfort and she found herself in awe of what she discovered. The feel of his body trembling against hers amazed her; it was intriguing how she was responsible for eliciting such powerful reaction in him.

She could tell he was holding back with the way his face would contort in both pleasure and need, and she couldn't help but to want to do something about it. She wanted to only satisfy him, not torture him. She appreciated his thoughtfulness; she could tell he was resisting the urge to let that control go; he was being so careful and gentle with her.

He renewed his attentions on her, distracting her further, and for that, she was glad. She could feel butterflies fluttering inside her stomach when he nuzzled her ear, and nibbled on her earlobe. She would moan appreciatively when his warm hands caressed her skin and his fingers threaded through her tresses, gently pushing aside errant strands to kiss her eyebrows and temples.

All in all, she considered herself very lucky for having such a kind lover. And the sounds he made… dear God, if she hadn't been aching, she probably would've climaxed many times over already. Everything he was doing seemed so beautifully and intricately planned, and it was all for the sake of making her forget that she was uncomfortable. He maintained his gentle pace and when he concaved his back enough so that he would be able to suckle on her nipples, she had arched her back, perfectly molding herself against him with a cry of pleasure. His mouth on her breasts had her head spinning, and her vaginal walls surprisingly and happily contracted and tightened around him in response. She was awed at how this sensation registered in her brain; pleasure mixed with discomfort was certainly a new and strange sensation.

Naruto, who keenly looked out for any sort of positive reaction, felt rejoiced with her response and allowed a deep, husky growl to rumble against the crook of her neck, rewarding her in return.

As he continued moving inside her and teasingly nibbling on her neck, Hinata realized that, although the hurt wasn't entirely gone, it had become bearable enough for her to focus on everything else he had been doing to her body. She loved it when his bare, strong arms wrapped around her and held her to him greedily, when his blunt fingertips trekked her scalp, and she especially loved it when he stole her panting breaths and kissed her deeply and frantically, dipping his tongue into her mouth and stroking it against hers sensuously.

She wished she could tell him right then and there how he was making her feel, but even when she tried reciting anything in her mind, her very brain tripped with the words. In the state she was in, she knew she probably couldn't even say his name, so she settled for shuddering when his hand caressed her side, humming when his lips teased her throat, moaning into his lips when he kissed her, squirming when he bit her earlobe, turning into a useless puddle when he whispered her name, squeaking when his mouth would close over one of her nipples and bite into it gently, and, last but certainly not least, forcing her heart to resume its beating every time he quietly declared how much he loved her.

That being said, she figured she could wait and tell him later. Much later, she promised herself, and perhaps prove it all to him the same way he was proving it to her now. For now, however, the world was a very faraway place, and it was just Naruto and Hinata loving each other.

Having almost completely forgotten her discomfort, Hinata decided to take a more proactive role. As Naruto descended inside her, she pushed her hips up in sync with his opposing movements, thus suddenly intensifying the sensations he had been feeling tenfold. Naruto simply couldn't stop the surprised cry that he let out.

Hinata threaded her fingers through his hair and kissed him softly, almost meekly, and repeated the action, making him literally start to shake. Every animalistic instinct he had resisted up to that point threatened to overwhelm him anew and eagerly encouraged him go on a rampage. He couldn't take it anymore.

"Hina-… Hina-chan…" he barely managed to say, now trembling uncontrollably.

"It's… it's okay…" Hinata whispered, surprising herself that she could even stutter, let alone speak.

Naruto kissed her deep and hard, and finally allowed himself to let go.

His hips pulled back almost all the way out only to plunge back in with all his might. Hinata cried in both pain and surprise, wondering if it was really okay, after all. She felt him pull back immediately after, grunting and burying himself deep inside her again with the same abandon, making Hinata cry again. Her cries were music to his ears no matter how much whatever logic left in him clamored that those weren't cries of joy as he steadily picked up his speed and force.

Through her cries he also heard his skin slapping against hers in quick successions, and that sound also drove him towards madness.

He continued pumping against her frantically, seeking the release he wasn't very far from. Quite the contrary, he realized, utterly tense, as he finally gave in, allowing himself his much needed release and burst deep inside her, his climax so intense it felt like it drained not only his essence, but his very soul. He heard a guttural groan from his throat as his body finally rid itself of all the pent up sexual tension. He felt his toes curl and all his muscles constrict sharply. He cried her name in complete abandon, finally releasing the very last drop of his seed inside her and collapsing on top of her. He panted frenetically as a sudden euphoria washed through him. The feeling had been so incredible and intense, he wondered if he would ever be able to feel it all over again without feeling like he was going to die of bliss right after.

His trembling arms wrapped themselves around her loosely. It was all he could manage as he tried catching his breath and getting over the pleasant but strange buzzing that resonated in his ears.

"I love you, Hina-chan…" He was surprised he managed that much, as well.

Hinata bit her lower lip tightly as tears silently slipped from her eyes before she could ever attempt to stop them.

She, on the other hand, hadn't fared so well.

The painful throbbing between her legs had returned when Naruto had finally let go, but by then it had been too late, and there was no way she could ever have slowed him down. She had been so utterly surprised at his intensity once he let loose, and though it had hurt like hell, it had also intrigued her. But damn… she would be sore in the morning, she just knew it.

The throbbing diminished in time with his panting, as did her tears, and she couldn't help but to thread her fingers through his hair, now soaked with sweat.

Once his breathing finally evened out, he lifted his head, retracting his face from the side of her neck where it had delightfully rested and he began scattering butterfly kisses on her throat, chin, cheekbones, eyebrows, and temples. He finally pulled away to look into her eyes with all the love he felt for her. He sobered when he finally noticed the trails of tears that traveled down her temples, as well as the few stubborn tears that had pooled below her eyes broke his heart. He rested his forehead against hers and sighed.

Hinata heard the sadness of his sigh and frowned with concern.

"What is it, Naruto-kun…?" she asked, dread slowly creeping up on her. "You d-… you d-didn't like it?" she asked meekly.

"What? Are you insane!" Shock was written over his face as he lifted his head to look at her. "That was the most incredible thing I've ever felt in my life!" he fervently declared, but then frowned slightly. "But… it wasn't for you, was it…?" he asked quietly.

Hinata closed her eyes, sighing slightly. She had been hoping he wouldn't ask that.

Naruto frowned, his face etched with worry. "Hinata…?"

Debating whether to be honest or not, Hinata sighed again and smiled at him sadly, giving him the tiniest shake of her head.

"I'm sorry…" Naruto murmured. "It's just that… when… when you had started moving and told me it was okay, I… I thought I could…"

She continued smiling and placed a brief chaste kiss against his lips, gazing lovingly at him. "It's okay, Naruto-kun," she assured. "I'm okay, I promise… I can handle a little discomfort once in a while, you know… I won't break…"

He looked into her eyes for several moments, until he finally dropped his head on her shoulder. "It's not fair…"

"Really, it's alright, Naruto-kun…"

"It's not alright!" he argued, lifting his head again. "We… we did this together, and, and… and I wanted us to finish together! If I hadn't lost control…"

"Maybe next time…?" she suggested softly, trying to douse his disappointment. "We can try and finish together next time, Naruto-kun…"

Naruto dropped his head on her shoulder dejectedly. They held each other in silence for several moments, deep in thought and caressing each other occasionally. Then, slowly, Naruto lifted his head and looked into her eyes.

"Tell me…" his gaze was pleading, "tell me what to do to make you feel the same things I felt," he begged quietly.

Hinata looked into his troubled eyes deeply for several moments, realizing that, as stubborn as he was, he wasn't going to let it go. He was really determined to make her feel the same pleasure he had felt. However, the area between her legs was so painfully sensitive right now; she doubted she could endure another round.

She smiled and sighed in defeat. "There's no way I can talk you out of this, is there?"

He returned her smile tenderly. "Not a chance."

He chuckled and kissed her lips when she rolled her eyes.

"I promise to be gentle." His hands began fondling her sides tenderly. "Tell me what to do…" he insisted, breathing his words into her mouth.

Hinata's reaction was to moan quietly when his fingertips traced her throat with feather-light touches. She froze momentarily when she felt him begin to harden inside her again. Before he got any ideas, she decided guiding him was probably in her best interests.

"T-touch me…" she whispered. "Touch me all over…"

Hinata felt Naruto's smile against her lips as he firmly ran his hands over her arms and then shoulders.

"My… my… b-breasts…" she instructed with an embarrassed squeak.

Naruto made that sexy sound that Hinata figured was a combination of a chuckle and a growl deep in his throat. She loved it.

"Ah, yes, that's right…" he murmured lowly as his lips left a moist trail down her throat until his mouth was lined up with one of her nipples. "I do seem to remember how much you particularly enjoyed my attention to your breasts…"

Hinata couldn't help but to shudder as she felt his warm breath bathing her sensitive skin.

"Na-… Naruto-kun!" she reprimanded bashfully, a deep shade of red instantly coating her whole face and ears.

Naruto laughed and playfully stole a kiss from her before returning to her nipple.

She squirmed, surprised when his lips enclosed her nipple, suckling softly and simultaneously biting gently, or more like grinding his teeth around it.

She felt his member twitch inside her and couldn't help but to still momentarily. He was already hard again, but she couldn't… no way… not again… at least not tonight…

"Na-Naruto-kun…?" she whispered.

"Yeah…?" he replied, his voice muffled.

Good heavens, how she loved it when he spoke with his mouth still latched on to her. She blushed automatically, realizing that perhaps she was beginning to develop some strange kinks.

"Please…" she heaved. "Touch me d-… d-own there like… l-like you did b-before…"

God, she couldn't believe he would put her up to this; the things that that were coming out of her mouth! Yet, despite the embarrassment that didn't seem to allow her to fully enjoy the experience, she really liked guiding him.

"Okay," he mumbled with a goofy grin, her nipple still between his teeth.

Oh, he did it again! He was seriously going to be the end of her!

They both couldn't help but to groan when he pulled out of her gently. His hand traveled between them, and he wasted no time in fondling her as gently as he could, and Hinata was glad. The battered muscles in that surrounded area probably couldn't take any more than that. She moaned helplessly when she began feeling her arousal somehow mixed with a bit of pain.

He continued pleasuring her, delightfully switching from one bosom to the other, while his other hand grazed her skin everywhere within reach, reveling in the way she shivered beneath his touch that left trails of goose bumps in their wake. His other hand continued probing her gently, paying particular attention to her clitoris, and occasionally gliding his fingertips in the ridges between her inner and outer labia.

He would also abandon her breasts momentarily to suckle on the sensitive parts of her neck and throat and other expanses of her skin, which left her moaning, squeaking, and gripping the shaggy hair at the back of his head. He loved it when she gripped his hair; his golden locks seemed to sigh with relief under her touch.

He would feel his chest swell with warmth when she would call his name with a throaty moan. His heart would skip a painful beat when he felt her sex clench from time to time from his ministration. He somehow knew those were signs she wouldn't last much longer. The smell of her arousal became stronger the more he pleasured her. And the more he touched her, the more her noises were like an endless song that he would willingly hear for the rest of his life. Furthermore, the noisier she became, the hotter the place between her legs got, and the more she arched into him.

"You're so beautiful, Hina-chan…" he commented as he watched her writhe under his stubborn hand.

His compliment had her bucking against him in a heartbeat, and before long, she suddenly tensed—the coil that had formed in her womb finally snapped—and she cried with total abandon. This time he knew for sure that those were cries of joy.

Naruto watched in complete awe as tremors ran through her body, and her head snapped back, pushing with all her might against the pillow beneath it. He loved how her throat flexed when moans mingled with his name left her mouth in random patterns. His member throbbed painfully, and he had to wonder if she could register at all how she was acting.

Hinata felt like a torrent of adrenaline coursed through her very veins, overwhelming her heart to the point she felt like it would explode. She had helped herself reach climax in the past, but no experience was like this one. Perhaps now she understood why her lover had been so adamant about pleasuring her. Nothing could compare to receiving pleasure from the one you loved.

Her inner walls still clenched erratically and sharply. Naruto watched in amazement as he continued tormenting her clitoris, trying to draw out her orgasm for as long as possible. Girls are so lucky, he thought with a small pout, but then grinned mischievously. He hoped that at least soon he'd get find out what the flutters of her vagina felt like around him.

Several moments later, Hinata, an utter pile of a girl, still panting, lay in bed with her eyes closed and her head turned to the side listlessly.

Oh, my God… oh, my God… oh, my God… her brain ranted brokenly. She could barely move, and her tingling body drunkenly basked in the effects of afterglow. She could barely register Naruto fumbling about until he settled beside her and pulled her protectively against him, her back pressed snuggly against his chest. She could not ignore, however, when in his fumbling and pulling her against him, his hard erection brushed against her moisture, making her wince slightly from the sensitivity that still lingered not only from her recent orgasm, but from their recent lovemaking.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her beating heart, and secured his forearms under her breasts instinctively. She wanted to wallow in the feeling of her lover's arms around her, and the air he breathed, warmly bathing her neck and shoulders as he nibbled and licked her skin, whispering to her how beautiful she looked, how wonderful she felt in his arms, and how he wanted to spend his life with her. Hinata smiled lazily. She truly was the luckiest girl in the world.

Perpetual's Corner:

Man… it's been too long! But, happy birthday, Hinata-chaaaan! Damn, lookie you gitting sum ass on yer day :-3 That's what I'm talking about!

Many thanks to eternalshiva who edited and beautified this chapter. Without her magic touch, this chapter would be a hopeless case and a complete clusterfuck! She is awesome beyond words! O_O
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