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My sexy little secrets: Sakura style	By : Shikasgurl22 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 5193 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Okay, so this is how it went. First, I write this amazing story as the new chapter for you guys. I mean, I'm really into it and almost finished, but then, I went back and read it.....I never finished it. Didn't think it was right. It was long, too. 11,000+ words and I gave up on it. I don't know what changed about it, I just didn't know how to finish such a story. After that, there was death in my family and I just didn't feel like typing. Now, I'm okay and feeling a bit more into it. Well, I hope I can still bring to this chapter all that I have in the previous ones. Lets hope so! Well, read on and enjoy! For the person that asked for this guy, I hope you like it.

My name is Haruno Sakura. I was raised in a single parent home by a mother who was both beautiful and strong. She held two jobs and went to school as a full time student just to make sure that I had the best in life. Not only that, but my mother was unique, different, open, fun, free. She never let the fact that she was a young, single mother get in her way. She always walked with her head held high and lived by her own rules. She was my hero. I was an only child raised by my own best friend. Needless to say, I grew up wanting to be like my mother. And I did, but with certain limits. I became strong, I became educated and I lived free. I graduated from college at the age of 25, majored in child psychology, but in the end, I moved from Japan to the states and became a photographer. I love photography. Being able to capture beauty, own it, freeze it in time, that is my joy. I work for a major photography company. You know, taking pictures of celebrities and other wealthy people, but most of my cash came from freelancing. Speaking of which, that's how I met my sin. My addiction. He walked into my life as calm as the sky on a sunny day, but little did I know....that was only the eye of the tornado. Let me tell you my story. One of lust and heartache. Sex and obsession.
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From the time I was old enough to really know anything about sex, I've been doing it. At just 14 years old, after finding and watching a tape hidden in my mother's room of a woman, a man and another woman engaging in a lustful menage a trois, I decided that I'd wanted to lose my virginity. I'd always been curious and after seeing the way those three reacted, the way those women through their heads back in ecstasy, I wanted it. I'd successfully seduced my best friends' 17 year old brother and had him take the innocence between my legs. Of course, being the girl that I was, being my mother's daughter, I wanted to remain free. After sleeping with my friend's brother, I left their home quickly, avoided him and never spoke of our affair again. I'd gotten what I wanted from him. There was nothing more to talk about.
From that point on, I've remained the same. Never sticking with one man for too long. Always in search for something better. Of course, there was a time or two when I'd slipped up and let my emotions rule me, gotten hurt. But those were only life lessons. And they were lessons well learned. I'd vowed that I would never let my emotions get in the way of my pleasure.
Not until I was ready to settle down. And that was too far into the future to even think about right now. I'd spoiled myself on one night stands. There was just something about the way I felt, being in the arms of a new lover. The way my hear raced, the way my senses heightened, the way I could act without inhibitions knowing that I'd never see this face again. All I wanted was pleasure and I was the type of woman that gained pleasure by both giving and receiving. To know that I'm the reason this man feels so good, to know that I own him, even if only for that night, it brought me unexplainable, mental stimulation. I didn't need anymore than this. Until I met my sin
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It had been a nice, calm, normal day for me. It was around noon when I'd come home from my daily run. Ten miles of uphill running before I was finally able to return home. I'd just sat down after my shower to check my facespace account when I noticed my inbox showing one new email. It was an inquiry from a woman seeking a private professional photographer. She'd seen my facespace profile and wanted to hire me for the job. Of course, this peeked my interest and I wrote her back.
Only half an hour later she responded, telling me that she was contacting me for a client of hers. He was an upcoming celebrity of sorts who needed some photos, but wanted them to be unique, exotic, and natural. I could do that. I gave her my price and soon we had a deal. This client of her must be someone important because my services didn't come cheap. No matter, though, as long as I got my money and they were satisfied with my work. I was only an on-call photographer for the company I worked for, but that was only because the amount of money they paid me was too much for a seven day a week job. I was free so I agreed to drive up and meet with her client. I lived in Palm Bay, Florida and my new client was just in Orlando.
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As I crossed over into Orlando the sky darkened. It was mid-summer and afternoon thunderstorms weren't unusual around this time. I reached for my phone and found the number given to me to contact my client. I text him asking if he'd just like to wait until the next day to do the shoot. He said no. Said that we could do the indoor shots now and the outdoor shots in the morning. I was fine with that. At least I'd get half of it done today and be able to leave early tomorrow.
I agreed and he gave me directions to his place. It took me little over half a hour to find his place after I'd entered Orlando. He lived in a gated community. Town homes closely built, but enough space in between for everyone to have some privacy. I drove for five more minutes before finding his address. I parked in front of his garage and headed for his door. The bell rang as I pushed the button and soon after I could hear foot steps nearing me from the other side of the door.
Moments later the door opened and standing in front of me is a man like no other. I unconsciously took in the man before me with my eyes; scrutinizing him, making love to him with my mind. Damn, it was starting Standing in the doorway dressed in a red t-shirt with a flaming black and white skull on the front, a long sleeved, mesh undershirt, blue jeans, with no socks nor shoes, was a man named Gaara. He looked like some sort of dark God of sex and lust. Gaara, in my mind, already knew exactly what I was thinking, what I wanted. My body was doing what it did whenever I felt that need. I didn't even noticed that I hadn't said a word until he spoke.
" Sakura, right?" I still couldn't answer, I couldn't breathe. All I could manage was a nod.
Gaara moved to one side, allowing me into his home and I entered. Surprisingly, I felt really embarrassed and stupid at the moment. How could a professional photographer react like that? I had to act as a professional not some lustful woman on the street.
"So you're the photographer?" He asked as he lead me through his home.
"Yes," I answer, looking around as I went. He lead me up a short flight of steps and into a large kitchen. He grabbed a vitamin water from the fridge and tossed it to me before taking one for himself. He sat on a black stool located on one side of the island in the middle of the kitchen and motioned for me to do the same. I sat next to him, opened my water and took a sip. I could feel him watching me as I did. I said, "So, tell me Gaara, are you getting a portfolio ready for a job or....?"
" Yeah"
" Oh! So what do you do?"
" This and that "
" ...Oh, okay then. Um..did your agent set this up for you or was it your idea to have me photograph you?"
"We both came up with the idea." He wasn't very talkative, I noticed. I was trying hard to make conversation so that my mind wouldn't drift to other things, but he was making that very hard for me. Especially since he had yet to take his eyes off me.
"Anyway, so there will be two sets. One inside and one out. Will you be choosing the location for both?" I asked
"The first shoot will be here. I don't care where the next one is located. You can choose that." He finished his drink. I had barely drank any of mine.
"I'm fine with that. So your agent told me that you want the pics to be unique and natural. What is your definition of that?"
" No clothes"
"No clothes?" I asked, repeating his words. Gaara nodded. My heart was pounding. I wondered if he could hear it in the silence of his home. I sure could. His agent hadn't said anything about a nude photo shoot. Shit, this is going to be a tougher job than I expected. I sipped the flavored water again just to give myself a little time to take in the depths of his words.
"You gonna have a problem with that?" His question brought me back to reality. I looked up at him.
"Not at all. Nude shoots are fine. Are both sets going to be nude?"
"Yeah. Though, not all the pictures have to be completely nude."
" Well, that's fine too. Really, it's all about what you're comfortable with. Just let me go and get my equipment out of the car and I'll be right back." He nodded and I was headed for the door.
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I sat in my car for a moment looking at my reflection in the rear view mirror. I could see it, plain as day written all over my face. Lust. After not even half an hour of being in Gaara's presence, I wanted him. Hell, I wanted him the moment I saw him. This was bad. I never mixed business with pleasure, but Gaara was giving me both at once. Well, I guess he doesn't realize that it'd be both for me, but it would. He wanted to be naked? Ugh! Not good. I took a deep breath to calm myself. I had to get this job done fast or I might do something I've never done before. Sleeping with a client is a big no. After giving myself a lecture I pulled it together, grabbed my things and went back to Gaara.
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I walked in the house after a few small knocked to alert him of my return, but he was nowhere to be found. " Gaara, are you there? I'm back." There was no answer. I searched the living room, kitchen, hall, and all the other rooms on the first floor, but didn't find Gaara, so I headed back to the kitchen. Again, I called for him and got no answer. I walked up more steps to the second level of the house. There was a second sitting area in this part of the house. It was much smaller than the living room on the first floor, but had a warmer feel to it. Lots of sunshine and light colors. It was very obvious that Gaara hadn't decorated a thing.
Just off from the sitting room was a loft overlooking the living room below. A laptop sat on the glass table in the loft with a picture frame lying face down next to it. I only had a moment to wonder about the face down frame before hearing footsteps coming form the floor above. Apparently there was a third level to this place. I walked up the steps quickly with my things and called Gaara's name softly. Perhaps too soft because he didn't answer. Instinctively, I walked towards the first door that I saw open.
As I placed my hand on the door to push it open, I saw him. Gaara stood in a large room with his back towards me, undressing. He was just pulling his t-shirt over that crimson hair of his when I cleared my throat to grab his attention. Gaara turned and looked at me over his shoulder before disappearing further into the room. I opened the door enough to get myself and my things in and followed. This was a bedroom, but like some high class hotel, it had a living room off from the bedroom. I walked out of the large living room, past double doors, and into an even bigger bedroom.
This one bedroom had to take up most of the space on the top level of his three story home. The first thing you notice about the room was it's size. The second was the color. It was dark. Just like Gaara, his bedroom was shrouded in shades of red, burgundy, black and gold. It was tenebrous and elegant; sexy just like it's owner. Good thing I brought extra lighting. To the left of the room was a sets of doors. One was probably the closet and the other probably led to the bathroom. To the right was a wall covered in dark curtains. A sliding glass door leading to the balcony probably stood behind the curtains. I set the equipment up at the foot of Gaara's bed since that seemed to be the location he chose for his first shoot. I kind of felt unnerved seeing him sit there; half of me wanting him to ask me to join him. The other half wanting to be as far away as possible.
" ....Please, watch your step, Gaara. There are cords all over the floor. Once I turn these lights on, they'll get hot pretty quickly. I don't want you to get hurt." He nodded before standing and quickly removing his pants.
'Damn, he just had to go commando,' I though as I watched Gaara walk around his bed.
He seemed to have no shame or embarrassment about walking in front of me with nothing on. His expression was one of impassiveness while I was fighting to keep a straight face. God, he was as hairless as the day he was born. Not a strand of hair on his body other than his head. He didn't even have eyebrows! I could feel the heat pooling low in my body from the lewd thought running rampant in my mind. Gaara placed his clothes neatly on the stand by his bed before turning and walking towards me.
Admittedly, my eyes roamed his body and came to a stop at the appendage dangling between his legs. The thrum of my heart against my chest flooded my ears and clouded my mind and for a moment, I was ready to give in to this man had he tried to bed me. But...he didn't. Gaara, nonchalantly walked past me towards the large plasma TV mounted on the wall just behind me. I could hardly believe that he'd walked right past me without so much as a glance. Yet, I new he'd seen me staring at his thickness. He knew I'd been staring between his legs and he did nothing. I was in shock; stunned, but that passed quickly as I heard the wanton mewls quickly filling the large room.
With a start I turned to face Gaara, but my eyed didn't settle on him. On the mounted flat screen was a very beautiful, very naked woman. She was on her back, legs raised high to the heavens with a man buried face deep in her sex. Oh, Kami-sama
"U-um...Gaara..wha..what...?" I tried asking, stumbling over my words and trying not to stare at the screen, but failing.
"Motivation" was all Gaara said before walking back to his bed, " Does that bother you?" he asked as he sat.
For a moment, I couldn't answer him. No, pornography didn't bother me in the least. Actually, I had quit an extensive collection at home. What surprised me was that he didn't even hesitate to watch it in my presence. I was a stranger to him, after all. But I guess my opinion of him didn't matter that much to him. Or perhaps he knew that I wouldn't mind? I cleared my throat.
"No, not at all. Whatever gets the job done" I saw him raise an invisible eyebrow.
" I see," he said before lying back on the bed. Seeing that he was ready, I grabbed my camera and prepared to capture this intimate scene.
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"Lay back a little more.....Look at me.....Relax your shoulders. Yeah, just like that"
I snapped more and more shots of Gaara laying nude in his bed. His poses were very provocative as I watched him through the lens of my camera. I had a moment to wonder just what Gaara's profession was. What career could he possibly have that allowed him to take such erotic photos? Porn? No. If he had been in the porn business, I'd have known about him already. Well, his agent did say that he was pretty new. Maybe I hadn't seen his work as of yet? Hmm, it was damn tempting to ask.
I zoomed in on Gaara's face as he gripped the eagerness between his legs. The expression he held was indescribable. The heat in his eyes told me that he wanted more. That just his hand wasn't enough. Oh, how I wanted to satisfy that craving. I hadn't realized that my breathing had become somewhat erratic until Gaara spoke.
" Need a break?" He asked, staring at me through heavy lidded eyes. I lowered my camera.
"What?"
"Your breathing is irregular so lets take a break." I didn't argue or say anything. I couldn't.
I watched Gaara scoot to the edge of the bed and stand. He was still long and thick and hard as he walked towards me and my labored breathing seemed to cease all together as I watched. Gaara stopped in front of me and brought his hand up to rub the sweat from my brow. I couldn't help but notice that it was the same hand that he'd just been using to jerk himself. Strangely, it didn't bother me.
"It must be too hot standing this close to those lights. I'll turn up the air and grab something to drink," he said before walking past me. I hesitated, but then turned to speak.
"Ah, no. It's fine. I'm use to it. Lets just finish." He only waved a hand at me as he exited the room. Damn, he had a great ass.
A short time later, Gaara returned with a glass of water. He passed it to me and without a word, I drank it. He stood and waited for me to finished. Once I did, he held out his hand and I gave him the glass. I was surprised at just how courteous he was, but what surprised me the most was what he did next. Without even giving it a second thought, Gaara placed the glass to his lips and drank the rest of the water he'd given me. WTH? He doesn't even know me, yet he just drinks from the same glass as I did?
Before I had the chance to ask about it, Gaara placed the glass down and began towards the wall of curtains.
"Come on," he says before pulling the curtain back. Just as I'd assumed, there was a door there.
Quickly, I turned the switch off on my lights and with my camera in hand, I followed Gaara. Outside the sky was dark, filled with clouds heavy with rain. I looked up at the sky as I stepped out on the balcony. I wondered when it would rain or even if it would before lowering my eyes to the vast spans of trees, hills and small mountains. It was beautiful, green and lush. I wanted to take pictures, but my attention was pulled away from the scenery when I heard the squeaking noise of shower knobs being turned. I turned to face Gaara just in time to see the water pore from the shower head just above him.
It was then that I looked at my surroundings. The balcony was spacious with walls of concrete separating his balcony from the person's next door. It was shaded, private and large enough to have an outdoor shower. It was cooler out here than in the room surrounded by hot lights, though not by much. Gaara stepped underneath the poring water and soaked his body. He ran his hands over his hair to push it out of his face before looking up at me.
"Is this better? Cooler?"
"Uh, yeah. Actually it is. Thanks. Did you..want to take some shots out here or....?" I trailed off. Gaara nodded. He turned his back to me, placed his hands on the back of his head and looked at me over his shoulder. That one glance told me he was ready. But there was something else there. Something hidden. Something daring. Something dangerous and.....I liked it. I smiled, I couldn't help it, before lifting my camera and freezing the image of that beautiful body in time.
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It was raining lightly when my shoot with Gaara was done for the day. It had taken two and a half hours to photograph him. I have to say, it was both an enjoyable and challenging work day. I walked out of Gaara's house with an ache between my legs. I'd been turned on for so long that it was almost painful. The throbbing was so intense that I could hardly wait to check in my hotel room and satisfy the urge. I did good with controlling myself around Gaara, but I knew that tomorrow would be a whole new challenge.
I was just at my car door when Gaara spoke. "You have plans later?"
I turned to look at him leaning against the frame of his door with his arms crossed. He had only slipped on his pants, but other than that, he had nothing on.
"No, not really. Just gonna find a nice hotel and settle in for the night. Maybe get a bite to eat, take a bath...that sort of thing."
"Hn. You can call me if you get too bored." I laughed. I was surprised by his boldness.
"Yeah, right. I'll see you tomorrow Mr. Sabaku," I said as I climbed in my car. Gaara stood and watched me with a half smirk as I pulled away from his home. Even as I turned onto the main street, I could see him in my mirror watching my car as I drove away.
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By midnight, I had checked into a nice hotel not too far from Gaara's place, eaten, taken a shower and brought myself to orgasm twice. Even then, I could still feel it. That need to claim Gaara, that need to have him slip inside of me and caress my most intimate part. To hear him say my name. For him to be mine. Just the thought of his nude body filled me with lust. I wanted Gaara more than I'd ever wanted any other man and that frightened me. My lust was too strong to kick and my hand just wasn't enough. Suddenly I knew just how Gaara had felt earlier as he watched me watch him.
He wanted me to come to him. I could see it in his eyes. I could finally understand the hidden message in his question as I left him standing in his doorway. I closed my eyes and filled my mind with thoughts of Gaara. Remembering the way he touched himself as I watched. The sounds of the woman on the TV screen moaning; wet, slapping sounds of flesh against flesh as the leading man took her from behind. It was all so erotic and sexual and I wanted it. I wanted to be that woman, screaming Gaara's name as he licked that sweet spot between my thighs.
I wanted to have Gaara pound into me and fill me up. My hands seemed to find it's way to my sex of it's own accord. And even though I was so sensitive, sore even, from all the rubbing, tapping and stroking I'd just given myself, my body still blazed from the smallest touch of my fingers. Slowly, I twirled my fingers around my swollen clit, feeling my body jerk with sensitivity, but having to fight myself to keep at a slow pace. I teased the bundle of nerves between the folds of my slit and imagined that it was Gaara's tongued instead of my own fingers. Not wanting to bring myself again so quickly, I slid my fingers down and inserted them inside myself. I could feel my quivering muscles grip my fingers and again my body jerked at the wonderful sensation.
My fingers were doing a good job, but even now, it seemed that my body wasn't getting enough. I wanted to be crammed with hot, thick flesh. Just then, my phone range. With a huff, I opened my eyes and looked up at the white ceiling above. I wondered who it could be, but somehow, I already knew who I wanted it to be. My heart pounded as I pulled my finger from within me and turned to pick my cell up off the nightstand. Surprisingly, it wasn't who I thought it would be.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Sakura!"
"Hey, Ten. What are you doing up so late?"
"Ah, just about to head to a party!"
"At midnight?"
"Yeah! No party is a party without me so it'll just be starting when I get there." I laughed
"I guess. So what's up?"
"I wanted to know if you wanted to come to the party. So?"
"Nah, I'm not even in town right now. I got a gig up in Orlando."
" Aww, you suck. You're always working. Oh, well, I tried. Talk to you soon babe."
"Okay," I said before closing my phone. Just as I was sitting it down, it rang again. This time I didn't look at the number before answering, "Yeah?" The sound in my voice was a little aggressive. It was irritating to be interrupted while trying to indulge myself in another self induced orgasm.
"You bored yet?" Gaara's voice rang deep and smooth in my ear. My heart started pounding at the sound of his voice on my phone. Why, I wondered since this wasn't the first time I'd talked to him. Perhaps it was his words? Or the fact that I was waiting on his call?
"Nope," I finally managed to say. I couldn't say much more as I was afraid that my voice would give me away. I could hear Gaara chuckle.
"What are you doing right now?" I swallowed, too nervous. Afraid that he could see my thoughts and just what I was doing through the phone.
"Watching TV" I said
"Liar"
"What?"
"I don't hear a TV"
"I have it turned down low"
"Come and meet me, Sakura" His voice revealed his intentions. Gaara wanted me like I wanted him.
"No"
"Why?" I sighed. It was all I had just to say no and he wanted to question me?
"Because, Gaara, you are my client. I shouldn't spend any time with you outside of work."
"That your own rule?"
"Yes"
"What are you afraid of?"
"Nothing"
"Then come meet me" I didn't respond. He was wearing at my resolve. Again, I swallowed. I wanted to see him. My body wanted to at least be in his presence, but my mind said not to indulge.
"I can't"
"Why?"
"Because-"
"Sakura...com and meet me"
"...............Where?"
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I walked inside the dark night club and music instantly assaulted my ears. It was loud enough that I could feel the beat vibrate through my body as I walked further in. The smell of alcohol mixed with sweat was thick in the air. To my left the dance floor was packed. Bodies were everywhere. People were grinding on one another like they were engaging in a huge orgy, but with their clothes still on. I saw Gaara sitting at the bar to my right. He had already been watching me when I noticed him. Again my heart raced.
I wondered why. I had to look away to keep from blushing before I walked over to him. Once seated the bartender came over. I only ordered a coke since I didn't want to have any excuse other than my own willingness if something happened. Not that I was expecting for anything to happen. I looked over at him and he did the same. I felt nervous now that I was sitting next to him. The way he watched me, the intensity in his eyes made my stomach flutter.
Gaara didn't say anything, but he didn't look away either. Now that work wasn't involved, I didn't know what to say. Never in my life had I been speechless in the presence of a man. Maybe it was because I was trying so hard not to give in to the thoughts I was having. I didn't want to cross that line, but was I already in too deep by coming here tonight knowing I shouldn't? Only time would tell. Not a word was said between us until after my soda was sat in front of me. I noticed that the bartender glanced over at Gaara before walking away. I'm guessing my drink fare was put on Gaara's tab.
“That's all you're drinking?” Gaara finally asked. I took in a deep breath before answering.
“Yep. Can't drink when I'm on the job, you know?”
“Hn" was all he said, but he continued to stare. I looked away from him, feeling embarrassed under his gaze.
“Gaara?...Why did you ask me to come here?”
“You were bored, right?”
“No. Well, not exactly. I was in the bed”
“Doing?”
“Trying to sleep”
“I thought you were watching TV?”
“Huh?”
“Isn't that what you said?”
“No. ….Oh! Yes, earlier, when you called, I was” He smirked.
“Right,” he said
“So what made you call me?”
“You were thinking about me so I called to get you out of bed.” I laughed.
“What makes you think I was thinking about you?”
“I just know” He says with a face all too serious. I rolled my eyes.
“Getting a little ahead of ourselves, are we?” I asked
“If you say so.” He mumbled before taking a sip of his drink. The music in the club changed and a couple stepped off the dance floor long enough to order a few drinks. I followed the couple with my eyes. They were sweaty, but happy to be there. I wondered if they'd just met tonight or arrived there together?
“You come here often?” I was looking at all the clubbers as I spoke.
“Nah, just figured you'd want to be around a lot of people” I looked over at Gaara.
“What?”
“You trust yourself around me more when we're not alone in my house” He said
“What? That's ridiculou-”
“So you didn't feel anything today during the photo shoot?” Shit! He knew? How?
“Feelings? No, I'm a professional. I see nude men all the time so seeing you naked is no different”
“And I suppose your nipples were about to burst through your shirt because you were cold?” I was speechless. Did that mean that he was looking at my breasts? 'Damn, that's hot' I thought to myself. I cleared my throat.
“That- I can't control something like that. I mean, there was a porno on the TV. The sounds were distracting”
“Yeah, I guess”
“What are you trying to say, Gaara? Are you saying that I was lusting after you?”
“Are you denying it?”
“I'm saying it's none of your business as long as I get the job done” I stood up, more embarrassed of the way I was acting than the fact that Gaara could see right through me.
“I'm going to the lady's room"
I walked to the back of the club, passing a few doors and a coat closet before coming to the restrooms. After calming my nerves and applying a little more gloss to my lips, I exited the restroom. The hall was empty and the music in the club was muffled as I went, but just as I passed the coat closet, I was grabbed. I tried to yell, but my mouth was covered with a hand and I couldn't fight the person off me. I was slowly walked further into the closet until we reached a dimly lit area before I was released. I could have screamed when I saw who the culprit was.
“Gaara?!? What the hell?”
“Did I scare you?”
“What the hell do you think? Dragging me in some dark room? I thought I was gonna die!”
“Sorry”
“What the hell were you thinking?” I asked as I rubbed my arm where he'd held it.
“Needed some privacy”
“Privacy? What for?” I asked. He walked closer to me and my heart skipped a beat. The butterflies in my stomach returned as I watched him approach.
“Did you want me to give you what you wanted in front of everyone?”
“What I want- Gaara, you're not making any sense. I'm going”
I made a move to walk away, but Gaara wrapped his arms around my waist, picked me up and sat me down on a counter I hadn't even known was behind me. It was too dark in the room to see. He stood between my legs with his hands laying on the counter on either side of me. I could have pushed him away easily, but I didn't. If I was being honest with myself then I'd have realized that I really didn't want to leave, that I wanted to be trapped by Gaara and that I wanted him. If I had been honest with myself.
“Gaara, move”
“Why are you holding back?”
“Why are you so persistent?”
“Because I know you want this. But you're too afraid to fuck your client”
“I'm not afraid,” I protested
“Then what is it?” He asked into my hair. I leaned my forehead against his chest in an attempt not to look into his face.
“I don't like to mix business with pleasure. It's unprofessional. It's unethical. It's....it's just not right”
“So if you weren't working for me then this would be alright?” Gaara asked in that deep, guttural voice of his.
“I..I guess. Yes”
“Then, you're fired”
“What?!”
“You heard me. I'll pay you for your time and services from earlier, but from this point on, we are no longer photographer and client. Just a man and a woman” I pushed him away enough to see his handsome face.
“I-I can't agree to something like that. It just doesn't work that easily for me.”
“How does it work for you then?”
“I don't like to sleep with men that I have to see the next day. I...don't like for there to be any strings attached. I want to be in control. I don't want to feel obligated to you in any way. I don't want any kind of emotional attachments at all. Just...a good fuck and move on with my life. That's what works for me. That's the kind of woman I am and that's why I can't sleep with you”
Gaara looked at me. I mean really looked at me. As if he was studying me or waiting for me to say something else. Then, suddenly, he kissed me. Gaara kissed me and I kissed him back and every drop of protest in my body evaporated. Gaara tasted sweet in my mouth like pineapples mixed with rum. I wanted to savor his flavor forever, but my need to prolong the taste of him was not met because Gaara suddenly pulled away.
“No strings attached. No emotional attachment at all. That's what you like and that's why you won't sleep with me? Is that right?” Gaara asked softly in my ear. Still winded from the kiss we shared, my voice sounded breathy as I answered.
“Yes”
“Then, we don't have to sleep together. I'll just get what I want right here, right now” With that, the line between business and pleasure had been crossed. Everything changed. Once again, I was lifted. This time to stand on my feet. His fingertips ran slowly up my thighs to the hem of my dress, but I turned my back to him, trying to avoid his touch, but that position only seemed to work better for him. Gaara molded himself to my backside and it was easy to feel his excitement pressing hard against the small of my back.
“Gaara, please. You have to understand that this is wrong”
“Is it?”
“What?”
“Wrong? Is what I'm doing to you so wrong? Don't you want it?” Before I could answer, I felt him drop to his knees behind me and lift my dress over his head.

I only had a second to wonder what he planned to do before I felt him spread my cheeks apart and run his hot wet tongue across my cloth covered sex. The baby blue and black thongs I wore did little to keep me from feeling the heat and moisture of his mouth. Using his hands, Gaara spread my thighs apart and pressed his face deeper between my legs, just like the man in the porno. The more he ran his tongues across my panties, the wetter they became and the easier it was for me to feel him. I could feel his fingers gripping my ass, his thumbs brushing against the delicate outer flesh of my feminine folds. I was getting wet with anticipation. My sex throbbed and my clit hardened and oh that delicious pressure and warmth from his tongue was making me dizzy.

Every time I tried to call out to him, to stop him, it didn't work. Instead of the words I wanted to say, it would be replaced; overridden with declarations of my willingness, my eagerness. I had to hold it in or I would only egg him on. My mouth instantly opened in a gasp when Gaara nibbled on my bottom and licked my inner thighs. He did that before hooking a finger in my thong and pulling it to the side. Again, I wanted to protest, but was too afraid of what would come out of my mouth, but the moment his tongue slid across the fleshy petals of my pussy flower I lost control. My voice rang out in the quietness of the empty coat closet and I had to grip the edge of the counter to keep from falling once my knees gave out.

Gaara lifted the end of my dress and placed it on my back just above my butt, exposing me to anyone who would just happen to walk in. Though, it bothered me, I didn't have the right frame of mind to care. Gaara kissed his way up my backside before standing up straight and pressing himself into my nakedness. He placed his hand around my neck and pulled me up right until my back met his chest. With his hand still there on my neck he breathed his deep words into my ear.

“I don't hear any protest, Sakura” I swallowed, trying to rid myself of any unwanted sounds before I spoke.

“Gaara, please”

“Please?”

“Stop this. It's wrong”

“You say that,” he began then placed his hand underneath my dress and slipped his middle finger inside of me; my juices aiding his entrance, “but your body say otherwise”

I couldn't argue for two reasons. One: Because it was true. And two: Because the way he was teasing my slick opening stole my breath away. I wanted Gaara, but I didn't want him. I needed him, but I didn't. I could have any man if I really wanted him, but this was different. It was like, I wanted Gaara, because I knew I shouldn't. Gaara pulled his fingers from within me and turned me to face him. He sat me on the counter and laid me back before pulling my panties down until they dangled from my left ankle. My dress was pulled up above my breast, my breast exposed to the air. Gaara grabbed my hands and pulled them down to my naked, hairless sex.

“Keep your pussy spread apart for me. If you let go, I'll stop,” he demanded before cupping my thighs in the folds of his arms and lowering his head.

Gaara was eating my pussy good. I couldn't deny it. With everything going on; the way he was owning me, the way he was eating me, the way he was fucking me with his fingers, it didn't take long for me to feel the beginnings of my orgasm. My body trembled with every flick of his tongue. I grew even more sensitive to his touch and I was fighting to keep from thrusting my pussy into his face even more. I wanted to just let go of my sex, grab the back of his head, wrap my legs around his neck and grind my pussy against his mouth until I came. I was so close, almost there, but the reaction I got from him from my words was a surprise.

“Oh, Kami-sama, God, Goddess, I'm about to cum, Gaara!” And he stopped! Gaara placed my legs back on the grounds and just looked at me. Feeling unsure of the situation, I pulled my dress back down and propped myself up on one elbow to get a better look at him, “Wha....why?” I asked and Gaara leaned forward with his hands on the counter on either side of my body. His face was only inches away from my own as he spoke.

“I won't let you. I won't make you cum until you come to me on your own” He stood up and turned his back to me, “Pull your panties up. I'll walk you to your car,” he said before walking out of the closet, down the hall and back into the club. I could only stand there in shock. That was the first time, ever in my life, that a man refused to finish the job. The first time that a man actually took control and demanded something of me. Gaara wasn't gonna chase me, that he made clear. For some reason, as I stood there staring at the emptiness of the room, my heart was pounding in my chest. Even as his words replayed over and over in my mind, I wanted Gaara.
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When I walked out of the club, Gaara was leaning on the wall next to the door with his arms folded and his head down. He looked over at me before pushing himself off the wall. His steps matched mine as we walked to my car. Looking at my phone, it was already 2am. I looked over at him, wondering if he really had fired me or not. Would that ruin my reputation as a photographer? I wondered. He said nothing as I pressed the button to unlock my car and opened the door. Once I sat down, though, he grabbed the door and spoke. “ Don't worry about the shoot. I'll just see you around. I'll have my agent send the money to your account.” So he really did fire me. That was also a first. Damn, I let this thing get too out of hand and lost a client. “ Oh...okay. See you then, Gaara.” After I closed my door, Gaara walked to his own car. He flashed his lights to let me know he was in his car. Once I saw them, I pulled out of the parking lot. Gaara followed me almost all the way until he made it to his place. I had a little farther to go. I took another shower before bed and the next morning, I was headed back home. True to his word, my bank account had an extra 2,000 in it by the time I made it home.
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Two weeks have gone by since my encounter with Gaara. I finished my job, or as much as I could, by developing the pictures I'd taken of Gaara and sending them to his agent. I was determined to leave the past in the past and move on with my life. That's how it should be and that's how I did it with every man I slept with. Well, I guess Gaara was different. It's been this long and I still can't get him out of my mind. What's more, I haven't slept with any other man since. Technically, I didn't sleep with Gaara, but just received some head, but still, it's torturing me.

Every time I bring myself to an orgasm, I think of him. I find myself about to press dial when I come across his number in my cell phone and damn it, I haven't even deleted his number yet! It frightens me to think that a man can have such a hold on me. I even dream of Gaara. Of the night at the club two weeks ago. I needed him, but something told me to leave him alone. I just had this feeling that messing around with Gaara would only cause me grief, but I just couldn't kick the thought of him.

I needed to do something to get him out of my mind so I went running. I was doing a steep uphill 15 mile run. Sweat was poring down my face, my legs were burning, and my lungs were screaming, but I felt good. Because I had to focus on my run, I didn't have time to think of Gaara, but I knew that once I was done, once I was at home, he would invade my mind again. I was just at the end of my run when I met a guy. He was good looking, athletic, charming, and just the kind of distraction I needed. He told me his name was Zabuza and gave me his card. We agreed to meet up at K hotel tonight for dinner and drinks. I was all too willing to agree.
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K hotel was located on top of a mountain overlooking the Indian river. I met up with Zabuza at around 8pm and had a few drinks. Everything was working out well. I was flirting like a pro and had him eating out of the palm of my hands. There was so much touching going on that we didn't even touch our food. By 10pm we were headed up to his room. That familiar high was beginning to take over me as we stepped off the elevator and walked to his room. The moment he opened the door we were on each other like white on rice. We kissed, licked and touched each other like two horny teens and that spot low in my body was beginning to ache, but somehow, it didn't feel right. Just as he went to remove my clothes, I stopped him.

“Wait, Zabuza. I can't do this”

“What's wrong? Too soon?”

“No,...it's not that at all”

“Then, what? What, do you want this to have meaning, like we're together or something? Because, I don't mind. I'll be your man, baby. I'll take good care of you,” he said as he kissed my neck. I smiled.

“No, that's not it either”
“Then, you're already with someone?” he asked into my neck. I could feel his hard, thickness against my stomach as he spoke. I pushed him slightly so that I could see his face.
“Yes,” I looked down, “No,” I said then looked back up at him, “No, I don't have anyone. Just give me a minute, okay. I'll be right back” He nodded before reluctantly letting me go.

I went to the restroom, closed the door and turned on the water in the sink. I looked at myself in the mirror as the water ran. This was ridiculous How can I let the thought of Gaara effect me at a time like this? Zabuza was the kind of man that any woman would want to have in her bed. He had money, a great body, a great smile and could hold an intellectual conversation. On top of that, from what I can feel, he was packing some heat down there. Still, it didn't feel right. The touch- it was different. It wasn't like Gaara's touch. It wasn't gentle and strong all at once. His body didn't mold against mine like Gaara's did. He didn't have that intensity in his eyes like Gaara. He wasn't Gaara. I turned the water off, straightened my clothes and exited the restroom. Zabuza was sitting at the edge of the bed with his pants unzipped and no shirt on looking at me. I took a deep breath and walked over to him. I placed a kiss on his lips and he sighed.

“This isn't gonna happen tonight, is it?” He asked.

“I'm really sorry, Zabuza”
“I don't really understand, but what choice do I have, right?"

“Thank you,” I said before walking away, leaving Zabuza alone in a hotel room.
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From the hotel to Orlando took no more than 50 minutes with the way I was driving. I'd given in. I had to see him, I had to have him. It was like Gaara was calling me when in reality, Gaara hadn't called my phone since the night before I left Orlando. It took an extra 20 minutes to get to his place once I entered Orlando, but I sat in my car at the gate to the community he lived in for ten minutes just deciding what I wanted to do. I had to think about just why I found myself here at his place. Why I had driven like a bat out of hell just to hesitate at the gate.

I was lucky that no one else had come to the town homes since I'd pulled up. I wasn't even sure he was home or that he didn't have company or that he wasn't asleep. All I knew was that I needed him. Finally, when I saw the headlights of a car about to turn in the drive, I pressed his button. There was a loud beep and then silence. For a moment, I thought that he really wasn't there, but then came his voice.

“Yeah” My heart raced. Just the sound of his voice filled me with need and anxiety.

“G-....Gaara? It's me....Sakura”

He didn't say anything. There was no response, nothing. The person behind me was starting to get irritated and honked their horn and moments later, there was another loud beep and the gate began to slide open. I was so relieved as I drove through the gate and into the community. Even though I'd only been there once, it didn't take any time at all to find Gaara's place. Just like the last time, I parked in front of his garage. When I'd stepped out, Gaara was leaning against the frame of his doorway just like he did after his photo shoot, but this time he used his arm as support. He stared at me as I approached him and once I was near, he held the door open for me to enter.

I ducked under Gaara's arm and walked into his home. Gaara closed the door behind him, locked it, and began walking. I followed silently behind. Once we made it to the kitchen, he spoke. “It's almost fucking midnight, Sakura”

“I know. I'm sorry”

“Don't drive all the way here this late at night”

“I understand. I'm sorry”

“At least call me and let me know”

“I'm sor-”

“Stop saying you're sorry”

“Sorr-" I never did get to finish saying that I was sorry, because Gaara stole my words away with a kiss.

I hadn't even realized that he'd been walking towards me until his lips met mine. My mind was blank and my body filled with happy feelings as he kissed me. I wondered what was wrong with me. Once he pulled away, Gaara spoke.

“Damn. Took you long enough,” he said before picking me up.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and laughed as he carried me out of the kitchen. He made sure to hit the light switch before walking up the stairs. We kissed the entire way to his bedroom. I liked kissing Gaara. His lips were soft and smooth, yet firm. Though he hadn't been drinking anything tonight, his tongue was still sweet like mint. He placed me down on my feet once we made it to his bedroom. He had his TV on, but with the volume on mute and the lamp sitting on the stand to the right of his bed was dimmed. The room was lit just enough to see him. I could see that he was looking at my clothes. I could see it in his eyes. He knew that I'd been out with someone. I felt ashamed all of a sudden.

“ Date?” He asked. I looked away, couldn't look him in the eyes as I spoke.

“Sorr-...I mean, yes. Before I drove here, I was out with someone”

“Did you sleep with him?”

“NO!” I said, suddenly offended. Too offended for my own liking, but I still looked him right in his eyes to prove my point. Now that was one thing I could honestly say that I had never done. Never had I slept with a man, left him , went to see another man and then slept with him that same day. Gaara didn't even blink.

“Did you want to?” Again, I looked away.

“Yes.....and no. I was going to sleep with him. I had every right to, but....I didn't. I couldn't. I just wanted to get you out of my mind, is all. At least for a little while”

“Is that why you wore this kind of dress and tried to get drunk?”

“How did you know?”

“I can taste it. Tequila”

Damn

“Yes, to both of your questions. I wore this to seduce him and it worked, but I backed out at the last minute”

“Sexy. I want to take pictures of you in it”

“But I didn't bring my camera,” I stated and he kissed me before leaving his room. Gaara returned with a very expensive and professional looking camera. I was surprised

“Where did you get this? Wow! I mean, when?”

“Never said I don't have an interest in photography”

“Do you?”

“No” I laughed and he snapped a picture.

“Hey! No fair, I wasn't ready”

“You ready now?” he asked as he stepped away from me. I was nervous. Hell, I was use to being behind the camera not in front of it. I didn't know what to do. Suddenly, the room was filled with the sound of the camera clicking away as Gaara photographed me. I guess he could see the nervousness in my expression because he suddenly lowered the camera and handed it to me.

“What's wrong?” I asked

“Nothing. You're the professional so take some pictures” I was suspicious of his motives, but looked past it.

I was just about to snap a picture of him when he approached me with a kiss. Quickly, the camera was forgotten by me. Gaara laid me back on the bed and climbed on top of me. I abandoned the camera on his bed and placed my arms around his neck. I could feel Gaara's hands roaming my body. Wondering aimlessly as if he didn't know what to touch first. I kissed him with all I had, gripping his red hair and pulling him in as close as I could.

The kiss was so deep, so passionate that our teeth bumped every once in a while, but I didn't mine. The way he sucked my tongue and nibbled on my bottom lip was intoxicating. He was, by far, the best kisser I'd had in a long time. Gaara was the kind of kisser that made you want to cum just from that alone. He had me soaking wet and horny, but hadn't even really touched me, yet. With his left knee, Gaara bumped my legs apart; silently telling me to spread them and I did. He climbed in between and settled himself against my body and I could feel that part of him solid against my stomach.

With the way my dress was made; deep v-neck coming all the way down to my navel, it was easy for him to move the fabric aside to free my breasts. Gaara suckled, pinched, licked and nibbled my breasts until my nipples were a pretty shade hot pink. Damn, this man could work his mouth like a pro. It's like he knew exactly what to do to drive me crazy. As he ravaged my breasts, I grabbed the camera that I'd left on the bed and started snapping. The angle was a bit awkward and difficult, but, I'm a photographer, I knew how to work it. He didn't seem to have a problem with me capturing him with my nipples in his mouth.

Actually, he looked up at me with a small, almost invisible smirk as if to tell me that it was a great idea. Only a few seconds later and Gaara had relinquished his imprisonment on my breasts and started moving down my body. My heart raced as I watched him through the camera lens watching me, licking his way down my stomach. Once he made it to the hem of my dress, Gaara hitched it up around my waist and stared down at my baby blue, seamless, lace boy shorts. I had a bra to match, but today I'd gone bra-less. He ran his thumb across my sex and, like the last time he'd caressed my through my clothes, the panties did little to keep me from feeling him. I'm sure he liked the cute little lingerie I wore, but he didn't hesitate to remove them. Gaara undressed me completely except for the strappy gold high heels I wore.

Moments later he stood and did the same to himself. He didn't have on a shirt, only a pair of dark burgundy cotton pajama pants. I sat up and watched Gaara as he climbed on the bed and laid down. Once comfortable, he grabbed my hand and pulled me over to him. He guided me until I straddled his chest, but before I could sit down he grabbed me by my waist and pulled me forward until his face was resting snugly between my thighs. A small “ eep!” escaped my lips, I can admit, as he did this. I was surprised. Both at myself and him.

With a naughty little grunt, Gaara picked up from where he'd stopped with me two weeks ago. I smiled. The way Gaara treated me, took control of me; this was both amusing and alluring. However, that smile was wiped away the moment I felt him sweep his tongue across my flesh. Though my eyes were open, I couldn't see a thing. My mind was too wrapped around the feel of him. I could feel my chest tighten and my heart race as my body warmed to his sensual touch. I could feel Gaara kneading and massaging my ass as he ate me alive and that only added fuel to my already blazing heat.

I began to writhe above him as I grew more sensitive. I could feel his tongue flicking my hardened clit from side to side; up and down. I could feel him slide the pad of his tongue back and forth across my sex, tasting every bit of me. Before I'd even realized it, my eyes were closed. I was slowly drowning in the heat he was causing me and I did little to fight against it. My body had been begging for this, I'd wanted this for two weeks and I was mentally weak against it. But that was fine. With much effort, I forced my eyes open and looked down at Gaara and was surprised to see that he was watching me.

Most guys closed their eyes while giving head, but he had no shame. Gaara never ceased to amaze me, I realized. We stared at one another. It seemed that we were both silently daring the other to look away, for the other to close their eyes, but neither of us did. It seemed, the longer I looked into those pale green orbs, the more determined he was to force me to close my eyes, but I'm no pushover. I didn't want to give in to him any more than this when he'd already expressed to me that he was the one in charge, that he owned me. No, I wouldn't give in. Not so easily, anyway.

I grabbed the headboard in front of me and rode Gaara's tongue like a wild child. Determined, I was. Grinding my pussy into his mouth, working my hips, showing him just who was in charge. All while looking straight into his eyes. But even then, he only watched me. And he knew that while I was trying to gain control of the situation, I was only working against myself. Gaara knew that at any moment, my body would be two overwhelmed with sensation to be able to focus on any one thing. Damn, he was right. My own body betrayed me.

I wanted to own Gaara, but he didn't back down to my challenge. His tongue played my sweet spot like the most delicate instrument. He matched my own rhythm and beat me at my own game and as he brought me, my eyes closed and I sang his name loud and clear and proclaimed him as the winner. Even as I came, Gaara's tongue never stalled. He caressed me softly, slowly with his tongue as I rode out my orgasm. Once I was in control of my body enough to move, I looked down at Gaara. He didn't have the expression I'd expected to see.

I thought he'd show triumph or some sort of smug expression, but what I'd seen in his eyes was nothing short of primal need. He was satisfied with my reaction, but his eyes also showed that heat that all men gave. That look that was so masculine, the look in their eyes that reminded you of nights filled with sweat glistened bodies, tangled sheets, sex and passion. That one look stole my breath and sent heated chills up my spine. Gaara ran his hands up the outline of my body, but never stopped licking me. I was very sensitive by now, but that heat was already beginning to build between my legs again. Before I'd become too entangled in his actions, I turned my attention to the previously forgotten camera laying on the bed.

Leaning my body back, stretching one arm out behind me to place on his thigh for support, I aimed the camera down the line of my body and snapped. Quickly seizing the image of Gaara's slow, intimate kiss between my legs. I was sure that once this night was over and I had those pictures in my possession, I'd be desperate to pleasure myself, or worse, making that hour long drive back to Orlando. Before long, the camera had been tossed aside, once again, and replaced with a fist full of crimson hair. In under ten minutes, Gaara had brought me for the second time that night. My body was weak and I had to fight to keep myself from collapsing, but I couldn't just let Gaara have all the fun, all the glory. With shaky arms and legs, I slid myself down Gaara's chest and stomach until I came to the hardness leaning across his left thigh.

He watched me in silence as I settled my wetness against his thick, hot shaft. I could see every muscle in his body tense as we came into contact, but still, he said nothing. Looking up at his face, I could see that his mouth, chin, and cheeks were completely coated in my juices. His face gleamed with the liquid he'd caused to seep from my body and I didn't think I wanted it any other way. But, I couldn't just leave him that way. Grabbing the dressed I'd worn to his house, I gently wiped the fluids from his face, but not his lips. Once I'd cleaned his skin, I leaned in and rid his lips of my liquid with my own.

My creamy, spicy essence painted every surface in his mouth as our tongues explored. I don't know about most women, but I've always liked my own taste and had no problem with kissing a man that had just tasted that part of me. I tasted sweet and knowing that it was my own flavor that I was tasting proved to be a turn on. Once I pulled away, Gaara leaned over to his right and opened the top drawer on his nightstand. He pulled out a condom and wasted little time in tearing it open. Really, it was a bit pointless to use a condom after he'd already drank my cum, I thought, but who was I to argue? At least I knew he practiced safe sex.

Gaara sat up and I moved further down on his legs to give him room and watched as he cover himself with the condom. Once it was on securely, he pulled me back in place and we kissed. Using one hand to hold me against his body and the other to lower us, Gaara pulled me down on top of him. Our kiss never faltered as he slid his free hand between our bodies. I lifted the lower half of my body, allow him room to grab himself and in a instant he was already aligned with my opening. The moment he slid inside of me we both gasped. The feeling of being filled by him was so wonderful that I didn't dare open my eyes, but I could feel him watching my every expression.

His heated gaze wrapped around my senses and made me even more aware of his existence. More aware of just what we were doing. I could feel his warm breath coming out in shallow puffs against my hair causing it to ghost across my shoulder. Finally, I pushed myself up on my arms and looked down at him. For a moment, we were unmoved, only looking. Again, it was that dare. Who would look away first, who would drive the other to close their eyes in desire, but also, it was a look that spoke many silent words.

We were there, in his bed, together, making love. No, not love, because I doubt that it was love. More like lust, need. So we weren't making love, but we weren't fucking either. We were rendering each other satisfaction in our lustful and very sinful addiction. With that thought, Gaara placed his hands on my hips and I began to move. I pulled myself up until only the tip of him remained inside of me before lowering myself in an almost painstakingly slow manner.

I repeated this again and again as I watched him until his calm expression broke. Gaara frowned and gritted his teeth and I could feel his fingertips dig into my flesh, trying to force me to increase my speed, but I wouldn't. Not until I was ready. Not until just the right moment. That moment came soon. I saw him frown, squeezing his eyes shut as if he were fighting with himself to keep from begging and that was my moment. I brought my hips up, gripped the head of his cock as tight as I could with my vaginal muscles and slammed myself down on him.

“Shit!” was the one word that escaped from between his gritted teeth. I smiled. That's exactly the reaction I wanted.

I pulled myself back up to his tip and gave quick, shallow thrusts of my hips so that only his head could slide in. It was easy to see that this was driving him mad. Every time he tried to push himself in further, I would stop and once he stopped, I'd start again. Soon, though, my own body had grown tired of the teasing. I wanted him. All of him. I sat up and slid down his cock until he was sheathed inside of me to the hilt and I began to undulate. The way he rubbed against that special place inside of me filled my body with delicious tingles. I placed my hands on his thighs and leaned back to get a better angle and damn, I almost lost it.

Gaara was helping me ride him and the more I rocked my hips the wetter I became. The slippery wet sounds that came from our joined bodies filled the room along with the soft mewls, grunts and murmurs of obscene language we made. I sat up straight and brought my hands up to knead my own breasts. I gripped them and pinched my nipples as I watched Gaara watching me and before long he had sat up and my hands were replaced with his own hands and mouth. I bounced myself up and down on Gaara's dick as he devoured my breasts and my body was having a sensory overload. I had to hold on to Gaara to keep from losing my mind. It was as if my grip on his hair was the only thing anchoring me to reality.

I could feel it. Something wasn't right. I mean, it felt right. Oh yes, if felt so right, but something was wrong. I was loving it too much. I was giving too much of myself to this person. I was becoming addicted to him and it felt sinful to do so. I was so lost in Gaara. It seemed that I wasn't getting enough. I pulled his hair until he released his hold on my breasts and plunged my tongue in his mouth.

Gaara let me take the lead, but quickly fell into step with my frantic pace and just like that, our actions became just that much more desperate. I pushed Gaara back down against the bed and drove him as deep and as hard inside of me as I could. So much so that I could feel the tip of him slamming against my cervix, but I didn't care. It hurt, but it was a good hurt. Gaara was just as into it as I was. He was even helping me by using his hands to push me down while bringing his hips up to meet me. The sound of our moist skin slapping was so wanton, so sultry, so stimulating.

The way he penetrated me so deeply, the way he filled me so completely; it was all so prurient. So erotic. I could feel Gaara losing his rhythm. He was gripping my hips, his muscles were so taut underneath his sweat glazed skin. He was close, but so was I. I was so close to my third release that tears began to well in my eyes.

“Shit! …..Shit! Cum for me Sakura,” I vaguely heard Gaara whisper in a very harsh, throaty voice.

He was trying, fighting to hold back his own release so that I could have mine and with only two more deep, quick thrusts, I was there. But this was no normal orgasm. I thought that it would be like any other orgasm I'd had. Wonderful, satiating, fleeting and it was, but this wasn't. No, it definitely wasn't fleeting. For the first time in my life, I experienced multiple orgasms back to back to back. The more Gaara thrusts, the longer it lasted and the more my body reacted.

I began to feel a tightness in my chest, I became breathless, I was numb, but I could feel my body quake. It was almost too much for me and the tears that had once been unshed, fell. I was so wet, so overflowing with cum that every time he pushed inside of me liquid would splash out. My vaginal walls just wouldn't stop contracting and my orgasm wouldn't end. Even as Gaara gave his final blow, I was still cumming. I collapsed upon Gaara's chest into a liquid mass of orgasmic flesh.

Gaara was covered in my fluids from his navel down to his thighs while my sex, thighs and bottom were also drenched. But the cheeks on my face were also soaked. My tears had fallen heavily during my orgasm and it wasn't until he'd finished that I was able to stop crying. Though, my body was still having aftershocks. We laid there still connected to each other in silence, the only thing being heard were the sounds of our hearts pounding against our chests. Gaara never pulled out of me, but instead, let his softening cock slide out of me on it's own. He didn't do me like most men did by holding me. No, he didn't move. He just laid there staring at the ceiling. Eventually, I rolled off him to lay next to him, but still he didn't move. Well, that was fine too.
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Gaara fell asleep shortly after removing the condom, wrapping it in a few kleenex tissues and tossing it in the trash. I nodded off for a while, but for some reason, as tired as I was, I just couldn't stay asleep. I'd tossed and turned for a while before deciding to just give up on sleep until I was tired enough to pass out again. The room was almost completely dark as I laid their. Gaara had forgotten to shut the bathroom light off and because he'd left the door slightly ajar a small ray of light filtered in the dark room. The artificial light stretched across the floor, part of the nightstand, Gaara's bed and face. Adjusting my position, I turned to watch the sleeping man. My sin. The man who'd silently coaxed me into breaking my own rule to never sleep with a client.

I could honestly admit though, that I wasn't even the least bit regretful. The sex was great. Now, I had to wonder, just what was keeping me there? Like always, I'd sleep with a guy and be gone before he'd wake. Sometimes, I'd even get up and dress before the man even had time to fall asleep, but still, I remained by Gaara's side. But then again, all those men had come to me, chased after me, followed me like a love sick puppy and I'd been all too happy to string them along. I watched Gaara's peaceful face in the dim light and wondered just why he was so different?

Why did I want him to want me? Why was I chasing him? Well, he was beautiful, I could admit. His body was perfect, his kiss was wonderful and the sex was electrifying! Damn, maybe I'm not getting enough or something? Nah! Definitely not the case. As I watched Gaara the silence of the house was suddenly broken.

My heart raced at the sound of his doorbell ringing. It was fucking 4:30 in the morning. Suddenly, I began to panic. Just who could it be? His girlfriend? Ex-wife? Wife?!? Well, hell, that last one was a bit ridiculous. If it had been his wife surely she'd have a key and wouldn't have to ring the bell. That didn't rule out the first two, though. Shit!

I tapped Gaara a few times on the shoulder. “Gaara. Gaara!” I called his name and tapped him a few more times before he finally opened his eyes.

“Yeah?”

“Somebody's at your door” Even I could hear the panicked sound of my voice. Gaara sat up and looked over at his clock before getting out of bed and searching for his pants. I stood to do the same with my dress and after turning his lamp on, Gaara gave me a strange look.

“You going to the door, too?” he asked and I froze for a moment, not knowing how to respond. Finally, I said..

“Um...n-no. I was just putting on my clothes” I didn't know what else to say so I just left it at that. Again, that strange look, but then he turned, pulled up his pants and began walking towards his door.

“Stay here. I'll be back,” he said before leaving me alone.

Only a short time later, I could hear Gaara open his front door. Whoever it was, was still there because I could hear their muffled voices. Though I was on the third floor, because of the silence in the house, I was able to hear some. It was a guy, that I could tell and that made me relax a little, but then again, just because it's a guy doesn't make it any safer. Feeling a bit curious, I tip-toed my way out of the bedroom and down the steps to the second floor of the house. Could Gaara be gay? It was possible, I guessed. I mean, what kind of guy just pops up over another guys house at four in the morning?

I knew a guy who use to do that. He was a guy I was dating in college. You remember me mentioning that I'd fucked up and let my emotions rule me? Yeah, he just happened to be the same guy that did that to me. I really liked that guy and was willing to do anything for him; got into a fight with a girl over him and for what? Only to be hurt in the end. Meh! What the fuck ever. By now, I'd made my way to the loft overlooking Gaara's living room.

I could see Gaara standing in the door with his back to me, but it was easy to see that he had his arms crossed over his chest. They were talking low, but I could definitely hear the irritation in Gaara's voice. Could it really be Gaara's lover? The guy was laughing at Gaara, though. I had a moment to wonder if the guy was drunk? Then suddenly, he steps in the door and puts his arms around Gaara! I was shocked and even a little jealous.

For a moment, I really did think Gaara was gay, or at least bi since we'd just had sex, but then I noticed Gaara pushing the guy off . A bit of relief washed over me, but then that's when I saw his face. I gasped. That guy! That fucking guy! The one who broke my heart in college. I guess my gasp was a bit louder than I'd thought because both he and Gaara looked up at me. His eyes widened and I knew that there was no mistaking it.

“Sakura..?”

“Kankuro..."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ TO BE CONTINUED.... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Yep! You read right. I will be doing a part two to this story, but not for a while so don't expect it any time soon. It's the first time I've done this, but this one shot was becoming just a bit too long! I didn't want to give it some half-assed ending so I just stopped it. Well, for the reviewer who asked for Gaara, I hope you enjoyed! And lucky you, you get a part two! Don't expect many chapters with a part two too much people. This usually doesn't happen to me as I usually plane the ending before I even start the story. I already have the next Saku x ? guy planned out, but you can still feel free to tell me just who you'd like to see Sakura paired with. First come first served, but if it's a good idea, like with the next chapter I'll be posting, then I'll probably go with that one. Thanks for reading! Please, try to review or at least rate this story!
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