Naruto Citrus

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When Sasuke exited the bathroom, I took my turn freshening up. The moment I stepped out afterward, I froze. The Uchiha man was facing the bed, halfway through the process of undressing so he could put pajamas on.

Something put my body in motion, and then I was crossing the room with his name on my lips. Dark eyes turned onto me in surprise, but he met my kiss as smooth as butter without hesitation. I don't know if it was his honesty earlier or maybe the wine, but I suddenly felt ready for anything.

His tongue tasted of icy mint, but everything else about him was scorching hot. Long fingers slid my t-shirt off, parting us for a fraction of a moment. Then my back hit the bed. We moved in tandem until my head hit the pillows, and then I let my hands explore Sasuke's body freely, as though this was the first time all over again. And it felt like the first time, too.

Despite feeling frantic, the room's aura was slow and sensual. I couldn't keep my eyes closed, and it seemed he couldn't either. Half-lidded, dark irises locked onto me as his tongue slid around mine, leading the complicated dance. I reached beneath me with one arm, unhooking my bra and tossing it carelessly off the side of the bed.

We haven't connected like this before, not with this level of emotion.

His fingers tickled as they ran slowly down my body to my hips, where he hooked his fingers beneath the clothing there and began pulling them off. Our kiss parted as he tossed my pajamas away, and our eyes remained locked as he undressed the rest of the way before coming back between my arms and legs so I could kiss him again.

Every brush of his skin against mine set my soul aflame.

Minutes passed, both of us warming up further before our lips finally parted. Sasuke brushed his nose against mine, "Hina...." His tone was somewhere between tortured and adoring, making me fall even more in love with him than I already am. I returned the gesture, unable to tear my gaze away.

Understanding came to us.

Sasuke then dipped to press slow, passionate kisses into my neck while his hand slid between my legs to massage my most sensitive place. My fingers tangled in his hair and held onto his shoulder as my breathing picked up in response to his expertise.

After a moment, he came back up to meet my gaze. I nodded, realizing he was giving me the opportunity to back out. So, I watched as he lined himself up, one hand on my knee and the other on the bed near my waist.

A pressure erupted almost instantly, making me hiss. Sasuke removed his hand from my knee and hovered over me, kissing my lips sweetly as he slowly worked himself inside. Tears fell down the sides of my face at the stinging pain, but once he was fully sheathed, I could tell it wouldn't get worse, that it'd eventually fade.

My focus was shaken by slightly trembling fingers caressing my jaw, moving slowly back into my hair. My eyes crept open to see that Sasuke's were squeezed shut. For some reason, I got the sense that he was feeling just as emotional as me, making my tears flow more heavily.

He soon began moving his hips as slowly as possible so I could continue adjusting to it. When it stung particularly more at one point, he pulled back to press our foreheads together, eyes opening to search mine.

My breath hitched when he said, "I'll make it better; just hold on." I nodded, cupping his cheek with one hand. Nothing else felt appropriate but that.

The hand in my hair moved, so his thumb could wipe gently at my tears as he continued. As he'd assured, the pain slowly subsided, and he was able to pick up the pace so it felt pleasurable.

When a slight sound left my lips, he lifted himself up with one arm, gripping my waist with the other, and looked over me as he adjusted his movements. He changed the speed, pressure, and angle until things seemed to align, and a spark of electricity shot through my body. My back arched as though my soul was trying to burst from my chest, my hands grasping onto whatever parts of his body I could reach in an attempt to keep myself grounded.