*Chapter Eleven: Tangled

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My eyes were heavy with sleep, but I wasn't quite ready to tear them from her sweet face as she slumbered. I'd never been one to sleep over after an encounter, but leaving her for my own empty room was just not an option. Even while asleep, she was so expressive; her pouty mouth twitching in response to whatever was going on in that head of hers, occasionally releasing a soft murmur.

I was laying on my side admiring the woman curled in next to me. I had wanted a night free of thinking, but I couldn't help the thoughts that raced through me now. Recalling the way her body responded to my touch, the sound of my name spilling from her lips. I was enveloped in her scent now, and I never wanted to leave the comfort of her warmth. I shook my head. And what was to come tomorrow? The day after? And this mission...it was too important to fail. There are protocols in place for a reason...I sighed and turned my gaze downward. This time I was met with eyes burning back at me, and all my worries faded.

She slowly lifted her hand to my cheek, exploring the skin I so often hide, a dreamy expression over her face. I hadn't even thought to put my mask back on—nor did I find the urge to do so now. Hmm. I watched her as she gazed up at me, allowing myself to feel every move she made. Her fingers left a tingling trail as she made her way from my cheek to the back of my neck, until she could wrap her fingers in my locks. A smirk graced her lips as she began to pull my face toward hers. I stopped just before our mouths met and stared deep into those eyes.

"Hi," she whispered, her breath hot on my mouth. My body began to burn with warmth as her hand trailed from my hair to my chest, tracing my skin while working her way farther south. He finger tips danced around the hem of the blanket that sat just above my hips.

"Yo," I answered in a low voice. Her features were both soft and fierce in the same instant. Bold, demanding eyes lined with feather-like lashes, beautiful cheekbones tinted with a warm blush. I snatched her wandering hand with my own and guided it underneath the blanket. Her eyes lit up and that sexy smile was back; that was apparently all the invitation she had needed. One minute her fingers were beneath mine, brushing against the short, rough hairs just above my erection, and the next she was straddling my now uncovered lap gripping me hard with one hand and pushing my chest down with the other. She's faster than I realized. Her eyes were darkened with desire, and as I took in the sight before me I grew harder still. Her breasts were eye level with me now. Pale, full, and silky soft I knew; her blush pink nipples were stiff buds now. I licked my lips and let out a satisfied groan as she slowly pumped me. Her own sex was just beyond mine, out of sight and out of reach at the moment.

She sat up straighter and shifted her weight, allowing her hand to become a light caress as it ambled across the ridges of my chest. When she found the center, her eyes closed and a focused look came upon her. I watched in curiosity as I began to feel her chakra focus into her fingertips. A growl escaped me when I felt the light zaps begin to flow from her hand.

"I told you I'd get you back for that day, Kakashi," her sultry voice only swelled my hunger for her. But when I tried to sit up her volts jolted me again, lower this time and sending a wave of pleasure straight to my cock. She chuckled softly as I closed my eyes and groaned.

"Relax," I felt her breath on my cock and my eyes flashed open—her position had shifted again. Now her mouth was hovering just above my hardness, one hand squeezing me and the other raking down my thigh. Suddenly that sweet mouth engulfed me, tongue dancing around my tip as she slowly moistened me.

Her pace was excruciatingly slow but she was making my head spin. Her mouth worked back and forth in a rotating motion while her tongue stroked me, and she varied her pressure constantly keeping me guessing. More. I need to hit the back of that throat, I thought. I lifted my hips to meet her, but she wouldn't allow me to go deeper. Instead she continued her leisurely assault.

I tried again to push myself farther inside, but this time her delicious lips left me entirely until I stopped moving. I could take this no longer, and once she had taken me again, I wrapped my hand around her hair and pushed her down onto me. "Yes," I hissed as her mouth and throat clenched deliciously around my length. She moaned then and sent an incredible sensation racing through my cock.

"Emiko," I growled as I leaned back and basked in the pleasure.

She made one more slow pass down and then up my shaft before she let me go, nipping at the inside of my thigh. I lifted my head and watched as she crept slowly over me, slinking like a cat until she was straddling me.

"Hatake," she panted. "If we keep this up—" her firm grip was around me again as she guided me to her entrance "I won't want to stop."

Her eyes closed and her lips fell into an "o" with a contented exhale as she took me inside, inch by inch until I could go no further.

I took her chin in one hand and brought her gaze back to me as my other hand locked around her firm ass. "Don't worry, Akiyama," I said as I lifted her. "I have no intentions of stopping," I continued as I pulled her back down onto me and thrusted up to meet her halfway. Our moans mingled as our bodies rocked together and for the second time that night I let myself sink into oblivion. 

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