The Chain

Such a Gentleman

Melissa was startled at the sudden burst of fire that exploded between her and Iruka.  It was such an explosion that it rattled the cages of how she had perceived him.  This was a kiss that was not passive, slow and sweet, or like the kiss the night before - a slow burn.  This was a whole fucking raging inferno, and she was standing in the middle of it.  His mouth was almost brutal as he unleashed upon her, and she loved it.  She gripped his shirt tight in her hands as he tightened his grip on her, plastering her against his frame.  The tell all bulge of his aroused cock was almost grinding against her stomach, sending wetness to her core.

She suddenly realized that he wasn't entirely the gentle, soft-spoken principal she believed him to be.  The wheel of fire was definitely burning hard within him.  He dragged his lips away from her own when they both almost suffocated, his frame shuddering a bit.  His dark eyes were even darker as he looked at her, his warm breath hard as it came out to roll across her lips as he was still very close to her face.

"You have no idea how hard it has been to keep my hands to myself..." he finally said almost breathlessly.  "I don't know what kind of men you've been with before, but they obviously didn't know something worth taking their time with.  I want more with you than just to fuck you, Melissa.  I want a real relationship with you... with all the phases that make any kind of a great love story."

Melissa was embarrassed as she felt her eyes burn a bit at the words.  Truth be told, all the men before had been fuck buddies nothing more.  A few of them had wined and dined her... until they got what they wanted then drifted away.  She had always brushed that off, though, because she hadn't wanted more anyways.  She was a Shinobi that had never wanted to leave the field... yet in the course of a week she had thrown off that role for one close to home, all because of him.  She felt a stirring in her as she stared in his dark eyes.

"I want that too..." she whispered before then saying, "but damn it, Iruka, you're killing me.  I had to take a cold shower last night because of you."

Iruka's eyes widened then he started laughing softly, framing her face with his hands.  "Oh god, Melissa, don't ever change.  I love how free speaking you are."  Something gleamed in his eyes, "I suppose we can jump a couple of steps..."

Melissa gave a small squeal when he once more pulled her up into him to devour her mouth.  His hands threaded past her cheeks into her hair, pulling it in a way that set her core on fire.  It was as hot and as hard as earlier and she took some of the initiative as she jumped up a little to wrap her legs around his hips.  He growled in his throat as she was pressed flush against his erection now, moving her mound against his desire.  He pulled back only long enough to see which direction the bedroom was before moving quickly in that direction.

She giggled when he abruptly dropped them both to the bed, then moaned as he pressed fully against her as he gave her those deep kisses that made her head spin.  "God, you taste good," he moaned against her neck as he trailed his lips across her skin when he released her lips again.  "I won't ever get tired of kissing you."

Melissa's hands were moving on the buttons of his shirt, needing to feel his skin as she pushed the shirt apart to slide her hands across the tight muscles on his chest.  She loved a man that was solid and Iruka was more than solid, he was a tight piece of meat.  His chest rippled as her hands went across it.  He sucked in a breath when she flexed her fingers against the skin, his downward trail that had him at her neck abruptly ended as he once more captured her lips.  His hands going over her clothes quickly now as he pulled her shirt out of her pants.  He leaned back long enough to whip it over her head, throwing it away.

She would have giggled if his dark gaze that was burning with heat was now on her breasts.  The black lace covering her nipples, barely hiding them.  He leaned down, licking between the large mounds and drawing in her breath.  His tongue ran across one mound before she felt the bra was hastily pulled away.  She felt her mouth drop open at how quickly he did that.  Why Mr. Umino... you're not as chaste as I thought.