I Wanna Have Sex With My Brother's Wife

Chapter: 6

Reader Pov.

His strong hand slid up my back to close lightly over the nape of my neck. I didn't think of protesting. Somehow the touch wasn't demanding anything of me. I had never before realized how good that could feel. He tilted my head back, his hand firm on my neck. I saw the sensuous curve of his mouth, then he was kissing me, and even that wasn't demanding. My eyes drifted shut. His lips were soft, shaping mine, and he didn't use his tongue. Abruptly, I wished he would. I wanted more of his taste. But I enjoyed what he was giving me, more than I had ever experienced with Itachi, so I let myself get lost in those light, brushing kisses. My hips arched inwards toward him. He dropped his hand from my neck, tugging at my panties. They slid partly down my thighs,
"Take them off,"
he whispered, and mindlessly I did so. Before returning to my straddling position on top of him again. My heart was pounding, I closed my eyes as my body caught in a fever of need.
"Open your eyes."
I did that, too. I stared up at him, his expression was set, his dark eyes narrow and piercing. I soon realized with a sort of distant surprise, he had transported me to the edge of the bed. The bed hit the backs of my knees, and he eased me down onto it, his hand firm and sure. I barely had time to register the coolness of the sheets beneath my bare bottom, then he was on me, heavy and solid, kneeing my thighs apart while he shifted his pants down.
I breathed deeply, my eyes half closed, watching him through the fringe of my lashes. It felt dreamy, as if none of this were real, yet I had never wanted so intensely as I did now, I never hungered for Itachi as I did for him. The power of my need surprised me, I wasn't quite certain how I had come to this moment, lying on a bed with Itachi's brother who I barely knew, my panties on the floor and his body on top of me.

The first touch of his penis to me was startling, a stark intrusion of reality. My eyes flared with shock, and my fingers dug into his shoulders. He held my gaze, his big body pressing me into the mattress, and entered me with a hard, steady thrust, sheathing himself to the root with one movement. My body arched in feminine shock at the force of his penetration, at this searing invasion. He was smooth and hard, thick, impossibly deep, and I writhed around him.
He steadied me, holding me firmly as he withdrew a little and thrust again, his gaze intent on my face. I couldn't stop my gasping cry at the resulting sensation, the pleasure that was almost torment. My heart pounded violently against my ribs. I clung to him with desperate hands, feeling as if I were about to be torn apart by an internal force I couldn't contain. He whispered soothingly to me, words of masculine reassurance I couldn't quite grasp, but the dark honey of his voice was more effective than any words.
"Please."
I heard myself begging, for mercy, for relief, for anything and everything.
He understood my urgency even better than me. He pulled back and thrust deep, hard, then again, and I began climaxing. He rode me hard through the waves of sensation, pounding into me, holding my thighs spread wide so I had no control, no protection. He showed me no mercy as I convulsed and arched, nor did I want any. I wanted only him, the fierce intimacy of his body locked into mine. When my spasms eased, I laid sprawled limply beneath him. I was exhausted, emptied out, barely conscious. His powerful body bucked when he came, and my flesh quivered from the impact of his thrusts.

He laid heavily on me, his chest heaving as he gasped for breath, his heart thundering against my own. He felt damp with sweat through his clothes. I turned my face into his neck, breathing in the hot odor of his skin, and felt myself sink toward sleep.

Sasuke Pov.

She roused a little when I withdrew, instinctively protesting the loss of my weight, the comfort of my animal warmth.
"Shh,"
I murmured, soothing her. She sleepily watch me remove and discard a condom, and she was alerted just enough to ask,
"When did you put that on?"
I turned back to her, still kneeling between her spread thighs.
"I'm a shinobi of many talents."
I smirked. She didn't seem to find it quite as funny as I did. Her hands moved with the intention to cover herself, but I caught her wrists and pinned them to the pillow beside her head, and took my time looking her over. Her nipples drew into tight little points under my inspection, and I smiled. Leaning over her, I softly whispered,
"Itachi knows about us."
Her expression changed to that of a deer caught in headlights.
"What? What do you mean he knows?"
She snapped, as she quickly changed from startled deer to angry girlfriend who just found out you had been cheating.
"He knows because I told him."
I lied, steal pinning her ferocious form in place.
"Why did you go and do a stupid thing like that."
She shouted, bucking underneath me. The movement of her hips grinding mine with each buck,  it excited me. I could feel my lower part growing again.
I leaned down licking her left nipple, circling the point with my tongue before gently catching it between my teeth and applying delicate pressure. She gasped, fruitlessly wrenching her arms in an effort to free them, to push me away. I sucked at her, pressing the nipple hard against the roof of my mouth while my tongue worked at it, and she writhed helplessly. When I'm done she'll never think about my brother again.