Pink Dust

1. Trapped!

I might be messing with the timeline a bit, please don't kill me! But it's the best way to be true to the manga. It is during the time Sasuke is with Orochimaru, but (for obvious reasons) I would like to make them older, 18 sound good?

This is a little update from the first time I posted this chapter, some things to the plot have changed because I cannot make up my mind. However, it doesn't change much of the story thus far.

This story has already been published (by me, MystikalFaery) on FanFiction (dot) org. So, this is my own original story. Hope you enjoy!

WARNING: lemon!! And more coming up. If you do not like reading mature content or are underage, I would suggest you back out. Read at own risk.

I do not own Naruto, sadly

Neither do I own the pic at the top, *cries*

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Hands. Small delicate hands, white-knuckled. Sensually gripping the sheets as though clinging for dear life. Strong yet slender arms, a naked torso, pert nipples on creamy mounds bathed luminous, looking almost ethereal, in the moonlight. Milky skin, beaded with sweat, chest rising and falling rapidly. Heavy, labored breathing, panting. Surrounding darkness, amplifying every sound, every movement, every sensation.

Oh, and there were so many sensations overpowering his mind and his body. Not knowing where he began and where she ended as their limbs were entangled; desperately trying to get even closer. Her strong and slender legs wrapped around his waist, urging him closer yet. He crushed his lips to hers like a person dying of thirst, their tongues battling passionately. He broke the kiss and started nibbling down her jaw, to her throat where his tongue was massaging little circles over the sensitive flesh, trailing sloppy kisses between the valley of her breasts, tasting the sweat and saltiness of her delicious body. She tasted and smelled of cherries and it was driving him insane with lust. Each onslaught of his tongue and his lips encouraged another luscious moan from her swollen lips.

"Sasuke-kun..."

Hearing her breathlessly rasping his name out of pure raw desire, he felt little goosebumps run down his back. And it caused his already frenzied movements to intensify, adding more fuel to an already raging fire. His lips and warm tongue grazing down to her navel, one hand cupping a single breast, rolling the hard pebble in between his fingers. The other running up and down her waist and finally resting on her hip. A rough and calloused thumb tracing little circles on her hip bone, slowly edging down towards her clothed heated center.

Removing his hand from her breasts, his thumbs hooked either side of her panties. Pulling them down while his tongue lay a wet trail down her taut stomach, his keen eyes fixed upwards. Finding the view almost too erotic to bear. The way her back was arched, giving him a perfect view of her breasts, rising and falling. He did not know how he was still able to go slow, be in control like this; when the raging fire inside him threatened to explode. He was hinging on insanity, he had to feel her warmth surround him. He had to claim her as his. Never has Uchiha Sasuke desired something so desperately; so intensely. Far surpassing his hatred. The need for the beautiful creature beneath him overshadowed his need for revenge as though it was a distant memory. From a different life. He felt alive, free. For the first time since he could remember.

She whimpered in anticipation as her underwear was discarded, his hot kisses trailing lower yet. She gripped his ebony locks with trembling fingers, urging him to reach his destination faster. He smirked noticing her breath hitch as he hovered over her womanhood, he could smell her sweet and musky arousal and it tempted his resolve and control to finally shatter. He ran his tongue slowly yet firmly up her center and over her clit, lingering there as he closed his mouth around the little swollen bud, sucking gently.