Trouble in Suna: Gaara fanfic {Under Construction}

What Was; What Is, and What Is To Come

Warm hands roamed over the petite body, earning small moans from the girl as she threw her head back; her eyes half-lidded in pleasure. Her fingers clutch the sheets as her lover's lips moved up her neck, laying tender kisses one after another. In between the loving kisses he draws patches of her skin between his teeth earning vocal moans and pleas from the girl but this time in the form of his name.

"Gaara please..." she moaned, her voice louder than normal, the privacy of the bedroom and the touch of her lover's bare skin on her flesh adding a sense of security and protection.

The man named Gaara above her stops his kisses and chuckles against her neck finding her response endearing. The chuckles send the sweetest of shivers down her spine in return, the warmth in his tone sending her heart racing. He pulls away from her neck to stare at her eyes and also to take the sight below him.

Two mismatched eyes stare up at matching cerulean blues only to look away quickly, pink dusting her cheeks and quiet pants leaving her mouth. Her hands are pulled from the sheets with minor difficulty, captured by Gaara's larger hands. He brings them to his mouth laying many kisses on her fingers, knuckles, and palm not letting an inch of skin on her hands unkissed.

"Keiko, I won't know what you want unless you tell me clearly," he murmurs continuing to lay gentle kisses on her hands taking pleasure in making her speak honestly and truthfully. He watches her, his expression becoming heated waiting for an answer and each kiss, in turn, lingers more than the last.

The girl, Keiko, soft lips fail to utter words, trembling instead and an ache he started fills her with need and want. Kind and gentle touches and whispers the cause of the awful ache. Her eyes water finding words more difficult than actions, and she pushes her hips against his trying to persuade him. A darker blush forms on her face and a barely audible moan passing her trembling lips.

He grabs her waist with one hand stopping the slow sway of her hips, "Keiko, tell me," he murmurs again, this time nipping one of her fingers impatiently. Gaara repeats the action, the nip harsher, a reprimand due to her refusal to answer him with words. She was beyond an S-rank mission, a mission he was sure he would never be able to complete in this lifetime or the next, but he would clear some of the side missions after all he was the kazekage.

A shudder skips down her spine accompanied by a gasp, and an attempt to arch her back follows but Gaara's hand on her waist slips up her chest preventing her from lifting off the bed. She always believed she could overcome these feelings by repeat exposures, that the sensations would dull but she was wrong. Each time was different, and the sensations have never dulled but were making her more sensitive to every little touch and word.

Her eyes were big with tears threatening to spill as she tries so hard not to make any more noises, though, another nip to her finger and his hand ghosting down her stomach made her mouth part and moans escape her. She finally looks him in the eyes, meeting his gaze frustration and need needling her.

Desperate yells tumble off her tongue, "I neeed, I waaaant you, pleassse! Gaaara plleassse!" The plea catches Gaara off guard, the yell echoing fading in the bedroom but replaying in his head. She always did an excellent job of provoking him and breaking his composure. His face burns, his desire apparent but not noticeable by Keiko who is too caught up in her own pleasures.

"Good girl," he murmurs, kissing each of her hands one more time before slipping inside of her, sheathing himself within her warmth. Immediately moans and gasps roll off her tongue, the intrusion abrupt like always. He never gives her warning, and a few of her tears roll down her cheeks from the sweet pain and pleasure he was giving her.

Pure embarrassment was what she feels, she never considered herself good at coupling, and she squeezes her eyes shut. She never knew what was the correct responses were or how she should feel. She knew right now the feeling of him being within her without movement was as frustrating as him rubbing against her entrance, he was still teasing her. Again and again, moans of pleasure erupt from her from the slightest of moments of him adjusting himself above her.