They hovered above her on the bed, bodies pressed close, lips locked in a deep, slow kiss that tasted of shared breath and building heat.
Naruto's hand slipped under the edge of her bra, fingers finding the soft swell of her breast. He cupped it gently at first, thumb brushing over the peak—then teased, rolling her nipple between his fingers with light pressure.
Sakura arched into his palm with a sharp gasp, the sound muffled against his mouth. Her nipple hardened instantly under the attention, sensitive and straining as he pinched it softly, then tugged just enough to draw a louder, throaty moan from her throat—raw and needy, vibrating between them.
He kept the rhythm steady, alternating between gentle rolls and firmer pinches, each one pulling another shaky whimper from her lips.
Her hips shifted restlessly beneath him, thighs pressing together as if trying to ease the growing ache lower down.
Breaking the kiss with a wet pop, Naruto pulled back, eyes dark and heavy-lidded. He rose to his knees, gaze never leaving her flushed face as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and shoved them down.
The fabric slid off his thighs and pooled at his knees before he kicked them away.
His cock sprang free—thick, flushed dark at the tip, already beading with precum. He wrapped a hand around the base and stroked himself once, slow and deliberate, letting her watch.
The motion made a soft, slick sound; Sakura's eyes widened, lips parting on a quiet, involuntary whine as she squirmed, thighs rubbing together in anticipation.
"Be gentle…" she whispered, voice soft and teasing, though her green eyes sparkled with mischief and heat.
The innocent look she gave him only made the fire in his gut burn hotter.
Naruto let out a low, rumbling growl—half laugh, half hunger—and climbed back over her, settling between her spread thighs. His weight dipped the mattress; she welcomed him with open arms and legs, knees falling wider.
He reached down, fingers hooking the crotch of her panties and sliding them to the side.
A dark, damp spot had soaked through the fabric; as he pulled it aside, a thin, glistening strand of her arousal stretched and snapped, clinging for a second before breaking.
The sight sent goosebumps racing across Naruto's arms and chest—his cock throbbed hard against his stomach, twitching visibly.
He exhaled roughly through his nose, trying to steady himself.
Naruto knelt lower, hands gentle but firm as he parted her folds with two fingers. The soft, glistening pink of her entrance opened for him—slick, swollen, dripping.
Her arousal caught the dim light, shiny and inviting. The scent hit him fully then—warm, musky, sweet in a way that made his mouth water.
Sakura let out a trembling moan at the exposure, cool air kissing her overheated core.
Her fingers twisted into the sheets, knuckles whitening as she fought not to hide herself.
He cradled her mound with his palm first, feeling the impossible heat pulsing against his skin.
Then he spread her again—slower this time—watching his fingers come away coated and gleaming.
Naruto flicked his gaze up. Their eyes met.
Sakura's cheeks burned crimson, breath hitching audibly. Her thighs quivered around his wrist.
"Naruto…" she breathed, barely a sound.
He smirked, soft and predatory. "You're beautiful," he murmured, voice gravel-rough. "And you're so fucking wet for me."
He lowered himself between her thighs, shoulders nudging her legs wider.
Her scent enveloped him—rich, heady, addictive. He took one slow breath, then another, letting it fill his lungs.
Sakura watched him, biting her lip, chest heaving.
When he glanced up again, teasing, she looked away for half a second—shy, overwhelmed—before meeting his eyes once more.
"What?" he murmured against her inner thigh, lips brushing skin. "Shy now?"
She didn't answer—just a small, breathless laugh that turned into a whimper as he pressed his mouth to her.
The first contact was warm lips against slick heat. Sakura jolted, a sharp "Ah—" escaping her as her thighs clamped briefly around his head before relaxing.
He opened his mouth wider, tongue sliding out in one long, slow drag along her slit—tasting salt, sweetness, the raw honesty of her arousal. It wasn't strange; it was her. And it was intoxicating.
Slurp.
The wet sound echoed softly in the quiet room, followed by Sakura's breathy, broken whimpers.
He parted her with his fingers again and licked deeper—slow, thorough strokes that explored every fold, every ridge.
When his tongue found her clit, he circled it once—then latched on.
"Ohhh—Naruto—" Her voice cracked, high and shaky. Her hips bucked involuntarily; one hand flew to his hair, fingers tangling tight.
He sucked gently, then harder—tongue flicking in quick, relentless patterns. Wet, obscene sounds filled the space between her gasps: slurp, slick, soft smacks as he devoured her.
Her thighs trembled, muscles tensing and releasing. "Ahh—f-fuck—right there—"
He kept going, relentless, until her moans turned desperate, body arching off the bed.
Then—right as her hips started to grind against his face—he pulled back with a wet pop.
Sakura whined in protest, eyes glassy, chest heaving.
"Don't wanna end it so fast, do we?" he said, smirking as he rose up. His chin glistened; he licked his lips deliberately, holding her gaze.
He positioned himself again, cock heavy and throbbing. The flushed head nudged her entrance—rubbing slow, teasing circles through her slickness.
Sliccck… slisshh…
The lewd, wet sounds of him sliding against her folds filled the room. Sakura blushed harder, biting her lip, but her hips rolled up instinctively, chasing more contact.
Naruto groaned low in his throat, the vibration rumbling through both of them.
"Ready?" he rasped, eyes locked on hers.
She nodded frantically, legs wrapping tighter around his waist.
He pressed forward—slow at first—inch by thick inch—watching her face the whole time as her tight heat swallowed him.
Sakura cried out sharply at the first deep thrust, a raw, breathless sound that blended the initial sting of stretch with the sudden rush of pleasure.
Her tight walls clamped down around him like a velvet fist, fluttering wildly as her body struggled to take him fully.
The brief burn made her gasp, back arching off the mattress, but Naruto paused—buried halfway—giving her a moment to breathe, to adjust, his thumb stroking soothing circles over her hip bone.
"Ahhh—" The moan spilled louder from her lips, trembling and unrestrained, echoing in the large, dimly lit room.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he began to move—slow, careful pulls back, then deeper glides in, each stroke stretching her further until the sting dissolved completely into molten, throbbing bliss.
Her moans grew steadier, needier: "Ahhh! Hmmmm—!"
On instinct she rocked up to meet him, hips tilting to take him deeper. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, pulling him down until their chests pressed flush, skin slick with sweat.
Then her hands slid lower—to his back—nails raking sharp, desperate lines down his spine as he thrust over and over, each powerful stroke dragging gasps and whimpers from her throat.
Thwop… thwop…
The rhythmic slap of skin against skin filled the air, wet and obscene, mingling with her soft, breathless cries and the creak of the bedframe beneath them.
"F-faster… please…" she whispered shakily, voice cracking with need.
Naruto's restraint snapped. He surged forward with a rougher pace—hips snapping harder, deeper—slamming into her with controlled force that made her whole body jolt. Her moans escalated into high-pitched, broken cries, sharp and pleading.
"Ahh—yes—!"
Sakura stared deep into his eyes, lips parted on soft, continuous moans, green irises glassy and unfocused.
Every slow, deliberate thrust made her tremble, her body shuddering as pleasure coiled tighter inside her.
Her legs locked around his waist like a vice, heels digging into the small of his back, pulling him impossibly closer.
Naruto's pace built gradually—long, rolling strokes turning shorter, harder—sliding deeper with every grind of his hips.
He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a messy, heated kiss—tongues tangling desperately, swallowing her whimpers as he pistoned into her slick, needy core.
Fwop. Fwop. Fwop.
The lewd, wet collisions echoed louder in the quiet night, growing frantic as he drove faster, harder—each thrust nudging against her cervix, sending sparks of intense pleasure radiating through her.
"Ahh—so good—so deep—" Sakura moaned breathlessly, voice fracturing as waves crashed over her.
Every push made her walls clench greedily around him, refusing to let go.
Her body seized suddenly—walls spasming hard around his thick length as another orgasm ripped through her.
She cried out, clinging desperately, nails biting deeper into his back as her juices gushed out, soaking the sheets and his thighs beneath them.
"F-fuck, Sakura…" Naruto groaned low and ragged, feeling her pussy flutter and grip so tightly it stole his breath.
The squeeze was almost too much, almost enough to push him over the edge—but he held on, teeth gritted.
He pulled out just an inch—then thrust back in, burying himself to the hilt, hitting that perfect spot that made her eyes roll back and her toes curl.
Her head lolled against the pillow, mind hazy and blissed-out. When he angled just right and slammed home again—deep, relentless—she gasped sharply, whole body convulsing violently.
"Ahh! N-Naruto!!"
Her thighs shook uncontrollably, walls clamping down like iron as she came again—harder this time—gushing around his cock in hot, slippery pulses that made every slide wetter, easier.
The sensation sent electric shocks through her oversensitive core; even the slightest shift of his hips made her whimper and twitch.
Naruto gritted his teeth, still holding back, muscles trembling with the effort as her limp, quivering body twitched beneath him.
Finally, he pulled out slowly—inch by glistening inch—his cock slick and shining with her release, still rock-hard and throbbing, veins standing out, unsatisfied.
Sakura lay there panting, completely spent—chest heaving, cheeks flushed a deep rose, eyes glazed and distant in a post-orgasmic haze.
Her lips stayed parted, a thin trail of drool slipping from the corner of her mouth as her expression softened into a helpless, blissed-out ahegao—eyelids heavy, tongue peeking slightly, body still trembling with the lingering aftershocks that pulsed through her every few seconds.
Naruto hovered above her, breathing hard, eyes dark and hungry as he watched her come down—ready for more the moment she gave the word.
TO BE CONTINUED