Make Me Forget

"Make Me Forget" by Hestia

Chapter Two: A Little Bit More . . .

“Ok, then, you can lie face down this time,” said Naruto with a grin. “Or would you prefer a blindfold?”

“Naruto! Stop it!” cried Sakura, abruptly pulling herself up off him and starting to move away.

Naruto laughed and held her back, pulling her down on the bed beside him. Sakura rolled over to face the wall, not Naruto. She tried to ignore the fact that he turned on his side and pressed his body against hers. She felt a poke on her lower back that indicated Naruto was aroused again and tried to not to give in and thrust her backside against him.

“Sakura-chan, you’re not thinking about me are you? What did you say to me? Oh, yes, I think it was `Fuck me until I can’t think about anything but you’ wasn’t it?” Naruto’s head was nuzzling at her ear, his hand running slowly up and down her naked thigh and waist.

When Sakura held herself still and said nothing. Naruto lowered his head towards her ear and whispered, “And then I think I heard you say something else important. I’m hoping I didn’t hear wrong, Sakura-chan, because I feel that way too. I love you, but, holy shit, girl, make a clone? You are a very, very naughty kunoichi.”

Sakura groaned and rolled on to her stomach, burying her head in her pillows.

“Oh god, Sakura, I love your ass,” said Naruto in a breathy voice. His hand was now gently sliding over each asscheek.

Sakura felt like she was dying of embarrassment and just moaned.

Naruto’s hand lingered at the edge between her leg and her buttocks, as if fascinated by the change in shape from thigh to ass. “You’re more beautiful than I thought. Even if you never ever let me see this again, never let me touch this again, I’ll never forget how you look naked with nothing covering this pretty pale skin.” His mouth lowered itself and began leaving kisses on her spine. After each kiss his mouth moved lower and got wetter. Each vertebra got a loving kiss, and now Sakura had forgotten her embarrassment.

“Oh god, Naruto, that feels so good,” she gasped out as well as she could with her head in a pillow, pushing up just a little into his kisses, and raising her butt to press up against his gentle hand still there on her backside.

Naruto broke off his kisses and suddenly bit her asscheek, sucking and licking in a way that Sakura knew would leave a hickey. His hand moved between her legs to push his fingers inside her, to feel his own cum with his fingers.

Sakura’s body spasmed again at the feel of Naruto’s hand entering her, one of those not quite an orgasm quivers, or aftershocks as she like to think of them. She bucked and moaned, feeling herself needy again, wanting more, thirst and tiredness forgotten as Naruto made her shiver with pleasure around his probing fingers.

When he pulled his hand out abruptly, she cried out, “No!”

But Naruto just pulled apart her legs and raised her up to her knees. Sakura let him position her body as he liked, but kept her head still pressed against the pillow, eyes closed.

Sakura felt the tip of his penis against her wet and swollen lips, bracing herself for that hard, long cock to slid into her again.

But Naruto paused, asking, “No?” in a quiet, vulnerable voice that made her heart hurt.

“Yes, you dumb idiot, yes! You fucking baka! Oh, god, yes!” cried out Sakura raising herself up on her elbows and sliding herself back onto Naruto’s waiting cock.

Even Naruto could figure out what she wanted, and he set himself to establishing a rhythm. “Baka, who’s a baka? You go from loving me to calling me baka in a few seconds; you are a bad girl, Sakura-chan,” he said thrusting into her deeply.

“Then punish me, punish me all night like this,” Sakura said, having given herself over fully to her aggressive, inner self again.
Naruto’s hand slapped her asscheek hard, making her cry out loudly, but she didn’t pull away, didn’t complain. Instead, she just moaned more.

“God, Sakura, you’re driving me insane, stop me, damn it, stop me,” begged Naruto slamming into her again and again.

“No! More!” insisted all of Sakura.

Naruto abruptly pulled out and flipped Sakura over on her back. He reached down beside the bed and grabbed the remains of Sakura’s bra and forced it into her mouth. “Be quiet, damn it, or I’ll just cum right now,” he said. Then abruptly he lowered his head to suck hard on her left nipple.

Sakura went wild, thrashing, her hands coming up to tug and scratch at Naruto’s shoulders, but not to drive him away, to urge him on. She couldn’t tell him she didn’t care if he didn’t last, she couldn’t spit out the mass of fabric pushing apart her jaws, filling her mouth. The feeling of helplessness excited her even more. Her legs curled up on his back, but his hands only pushed them down and held them still against the bed. He began again moving down her body with slow kisses, but this time they weren’t against her spine.

Sakura suddenly began to panic and push Naruto away. It was too much, too embarrassing, too sexually arousing. She would just die if Naruto kissed her there.

But those muscles she had admired so much were not just for show. Naruto pulled her arms down and held her wrists pinned by the sides of her legs. He looked down at her pink pubic hair and just moaned, his blonde head falling forward, his nose resting on the curls closest to her belly button. He lay like that for what seemed forever, his body rising with each deep breath he drew.

“Oh, fuck,” he said finally raising his head, his right arm releasing her wrist and pulling the crumpled bra out of her mouth. She kept her eyes closed as long as she could, hoping that Naruto wouldn’t make her have to ask him to keep making love to her. But he was Naruto, and he was already up getting them fresh, cold water.

When Naruto reappeared in the bedroom door, two cold bottles of water in his hands, with his cock still erect, Sakura couldn’t help but smile at him. The fact that he was clearly aroused, yet capable of walking away, moved her deeply. Seeing a look of concern and worry on his face, Sakura just threw herself up from the bed and at him. He caught her against his body, and she hugged him tight, “Oh, Naruto, you’re so good, you’re so kind, I love you,” she told him fiercely fighting back tears.

Naruto pulled her away from his chest, looking even more worried. He dropped the water bottles on the floor not caring where they rolled and put one hand on her head to check for a fever. “Sakura-chan? Sakura-chan? How can you say that?”

Sakura’s heart just melted. It was clear that Naruto had a hard time believing she could love him. She put her hands up on either side of his face, “How can I not? You’re wonderful and nice and loyal! You’ve understood me and put up with me! And you’ve given me the best orgasm of my life!”

Naruto’s whole face lit up with happiness and male pride. He scooped her up to slide her down on his cock, not waiting to even move to the bed. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and her hands clung to his biceps. Their lips met again, frantic, and no more words were needed. Then Naruto was walking over towards her desk, walking with them joined together. He set her ass on the edge of the desk and thrust into her. She clenched around him, her head flopping back, her eyes wide open, memorizing how Naruto looked, standing between her legs, naked, aroused, pushing into her. Then their lips met again, and Naruto’s hand slid down between their bodies to brush at her pink curls. When his thumb found her clit, Sakura climaxed, crying out, “Oh god, I’m cuming Naruto, I’m cuming.” Then Naruto’s own cries were mixing with hers, and he was spraying into her, his eyes closed, his head thrown back with the pleasure of his orgasm, his face looking so moved that Sakura thought it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Then his eyes opened--those big, big, blue eyes--and Sakura felt her heart jump in her chest so hard she opened her mouth to pant.

“Is it too soon to ask you to marry me?” asked Naruto, bending his head down to kiss her forehead, her eyes, her nose, then pausing above her lips, waiting for an answer.

“Yes, but I will,” said Sakura, “but you can’t even tell anyone about us until we’ve been dating for a year.”

“A year! Cripes, Sakura, I can’t live without this for a year, “ protested Naruto.

Sakura slapped the side of his head before she could stop herself, “You idiot, you better not stop sleeping with me for a year. God, I’m not letting you out of this apartment at least until morning.”

“Until morning?” Naruto asked with a big, dopey grin. “You got plans for me, Pinkie? Hey, didn’t you mention something about a clone earlier?”

“Don’t call me Pinkie,” snapped Sakura blushing and turning pink all over.

“Oh, I don’t know,” said Naruto, “You look like a Pinkie to me. You’re pink here,“ his hand brushed her hair, “and here,” now tracing her lips with his finger, “and here,” he added stroking her cheek. “And I think I remember a few other pink spots down lower,” he said moving his hand down to her breasts. Then laughing he caught Sakura’s arms as she tried to hit him again.

“What a violent woman, you are my Pinkie-chan—come on, now that you’ve agreed to marry me, aren’t you going to stop hitting me? I’m going to look as silly as Shika’s dad getting beat on by my wife.”

Sakura’s mouth fell open in shock. She’d thought he’d been just making lover’s talk with that question about marriage.

“Hah! Shut you up didn’t I?” said Naruto and pulled out of her and moved to find one of the water bottles.

His sudden withdraw sent a spasm of pleasure through Sakura, and she felt herself spilling out cum on to the desktop, the floor.

“Naruto!” she cried.

He handed her his pants and a water bottle, looking the happiest she’d seen him look in years. “Get used to the mess, Sakura, that’s what happens when two people have sex. And if you’re keeping me and all my clones here until morning . . .”

Sakura launched herself at Naruto, arms swinging, and but Naruto was laughing and easily stopped her blows, swinging her over to the bed. The wrestling match continued for a while, but soon the lovers forget what they were struggling about and, like lovers do, were back in each other’s arms fighting to give each other as much pleasure as the other could take.

Given that they were both Konoha shinobi, trained to excel at endurance, it was probably going to be a long time before either tired. Fortunately, they had time, hours for sure, maybe days, maybe even a lifetime . . .