Cat and Mouse

“Kiba we can’t do this here!” she gasped, his breath hot in her ear as he spoke.

“Then open the goddamn door.”


It was as if time stopped for the two of them. Her hand reached back for the doorknob while his mouth worked over hers with increasingly ecstatic skill. They were both dizzy with need, each trying to push the other one over the edge like it was a race to the death.

Kiba pushed Sakura up against the door to her apartment hard, so hard Sakura was afraid a neighbor would come out to make sure someone wasn’t trying to break in. Kiba’s tongue was inside her mouth, probing gently at her tongue to get her to concentrate on the kiss instead of what the neighborhood would think.

“Ugh, Kiba! Please!” she begged, finally gaining enough sanity from the mind-numbing kiss to turn the doorknob as they both tumbled back. Her chest was heaving, she couldn’t breathe. Suddenly Kiba was against her again, breathing air for her as he pushed her further back towards her futon. Struggling against his muscular body, she tried to push him away gently. They were moving at the speed of light, something she wasn’t quite ready for. “Kiba relax!”

He snapped out of his animalistic lust. He didn’t understand why she asked him to stop, as she certainly smelled ready to go. Kiba had begun their encounter gently, being a gentleman and taking care of her insecurities, but he had become drunk on her lust, on her scent. It drove him wild and he wasn’t sure he could stop if he wanted to.

Pulling back Kiba looked into Sakura’s eyes. She was stunning, and that was enough to grab him back into reality and out of his pants. It didn’t take long for those thoughts to reappear, and he was again biting gently below her earlobe, trying to make her give into him. “You really don’t understand do you?” he growled lustfully against her earlobe as he nibbled on it.

“Kiba?” she questioned. Her eyes were on the verge of rolling back into her head. He was making her dizzy with want and she knew she wasn’t going to be able to hold back for much longer under his tender caresses and bites.

“Every time I would tell you about a dream I had it was about you,” his hands were slowly making their way under her shirt, his fingers delicately tracing her rib cage. “If I told you about something I thought sexually excited me it only excited me because I thought about you doing it. About your hands doing things that for far too long my own hands have been doing.” Kiba’s fingertips were at the wire of her bra, dancing there as he growled his lust-driven words into her ear, “There have been nights I have wanted to come over here and give you everything you thought you’d never have. An experience that you’d never want to experience with anyone other than me.” He bit her earlobe as she squealed. “I want to fuck you.”

That was it. Every barrier that they had set up between each other was broken with those few sentences. They had both always assumed the other felt the same way, but without truly knowing how they felt the words were never expressed. Every repressed feeling of lust, every touch of the hand and brush of skin against skin suddenly made sense, and Sakura was in the middle of every memory she had of the past few months. She was amazed at how she never picked up on those subtle hints Kiba gave. How could she be so blind to this man’s lust for her?

He knew she was thinking about what he just said, and took advantage of that opening to slip his hands to her back, gently undoing the clips to her bra. She leaned forward and kissed him, gently biting at his lower lip and suckling on his tongue when it came near her mouth. She groaned softly as he lifted her green shirt and bra off her body and onto the floor. She grimaced, thinking for a fleeting moment about how much of a mess they were going to make and how long it would take to clean up her apartment.

All thought was lost, however, when his hands came back to the front of her body. He was painfully slow in his movements, taking heed to her earlier request for him to slow down. He rubbed underneath her breasts gently with his fingertips, still biting softly on her earlobe. Kiba had pushed her onto the bed, pinning her down with his body weight and hands expertly placed under her breasts. Slowly his tongue made its way down to her collarbone, where he carefully placed bites and kisses along it. Sakura’s breath hitched in her throat as his fingers made their way to her sensitive breasts. Every bite, nip or kiss was shooting directly to her nipples, making her nearly ache with need.

“Kiba…please…” she gasped. He frowned slightly, not wanting to suddenly go faster after he had gone slowly to please her. But as much as he wanted to obey her plea to slow down his needs were far too great. His thumbs gently circled the outside of her nipple, so close to her area of need that she wanted to cry out in painful lust. “God just do it Kiba! Enough teasing!” Her command was clear, and he obeyed. His thumb and forefinger met at the tips of her breasts, gently squeezing her nipples as she cried out. His mouth bit down on the side of her neck as he played with her, squeezing harder then softer, or alternating between one and the other. Kiba’s mouth left her now red neck and went to the rosy peaks of her breasts. He licked everywhere but her nipple, making her groan again. She tried to reach for his head to push him against her chest but he grabbed both her wrists with one hand and pinned them together.

His tongue gently lapped at her left breast, gently biting the nipple as his free fingers played havoc with her other one. She cried out and squirmed against him, rubbing her thigh against his groin making him groan with want. The fact that she could do nothing with her hands and body pinned excited her more then she could ever realize. Kiba’s mouth made it’s way to her other nipple, playing at the nearly sore peak, relaxing it and then exciting her more by biting down on it randomly.

Sakura wanted to explode. She had never once thought Kiba would be in her apartment, her bed, doing these things to her. She was incredibly excited, ready to go at any moment and jump on the man that rested above her. Her nipples were aching, she wanted to grind against him but couldn’t. The need in the lower area of her body was too great, and she broke free of his hands and flipped them both over, leaning her groin against his and groaning hard as both of his hands reached up to play with her nipples.

“Kiba,” she gasped as he pinched and played, “shirt.”

“What?” he wasn’t paying attention to her words, her breasts were far too distracting as he fondled and played.

“Take off your shirt.” He sat up with her still on his lap, groaning loudly as she ground herself against him. Unzipping his coat he had barely enough time to slip off his undershirt before her hands were on him, roaming over every inch of bare skin he had. Her tongue followed her hands, tasting the salt from his sweat. She kissed up to his neck, nibbling and sucking on the skin she found there. His earlobe was her favorite spot to come back to. Her hands had found their way to his hair, and were slowly making their way down with her mouth trailing lazily behind. She traced his outline and eventually made her way to the hem of his pants. His eyes darted from the spot on the ceiling they were staring at to her eyes.

“Sakura, you really don’t have to,” he assured her. He had talked about oral and how he would imagine it felt before, but had never meant to pressure her. “We should focus on-.”

“Oh God, shut up,” she growled, rolling her eyes. She pulled down his pants and boxers in one fell swoop and had to sit back. He was by no means amazingly big, but a modest size. She was relieved to find that he wasn’t huge; that would be incredibly painful considering. Leaning down, Sakura slowly licked his shaft from the base to the tip, tasting it. It was salty from his sweat and lust, and she thought for a moment that it’s a good thing she liked salty foods. Suddenly she grabbed the base of his shaft and swallowed him down her throat, feeling the tip of his member twitch against the back of her throat as he moaned loudly. She used her tongue and teeth to mimic how one might eat an ice-cream cone, licking the melting sides and then devouring the top.

“Oooh Sakura,” he groaned out, his hands making their way to the back of her head. He didn’t need to guide her, she knew exactly what he needed and where. Her hand massaged the lower part of his member before she engulfed him in her mouth fully again. “Sakura stop,” he choked. “I’m going to come.” She looked up at him and took him further into her mouth again. He knew if she kept going he would finish early, and he did not want that. Kiba grabbed her by the back of her neck and pinned her down to the mattress, growling in her ear as he pulled down her skirt and panties. “Stop when I tell you to stop,” he bit her ear. “Okay?”

“O-okay,” she groaned, grinding against him again to alleviate the pressure that was building below. His hands were roaming over her breasts again, making her nipples stand to attention once again before he wandered lower. She cried out when he fingers brushed against her most sensitive bundle of nerves. Nearly choking on ecstasy she pushed her hips up and against his hand, wanting this pleasure-filled torment to be over. “God Kiba, please!” she moaned.

“No,” he said flatly, slipping a finger inside of her with ease. She was wet and almost ready, he could feel it. The scent of her lust was almost enough to drive him over the edge but he held back, knowing he would have to be gentle with her the first time. The times after this one, however…

“Augh!” she cried out, “don’t stop!” His shaft was twitching; he needed to be in her. He slipped another finger into her, gently massaging her inner walls as she squirmed, trying to get away from the intense pleasure. He held her tightly in place with his other hand on her breast again, toying with her nipples as he fingered her harder. She was tight and ready, so close to the edge he almost felt her quivering.

He removed his fingers and licked off her juices, not wanting to stain her sheets with her desire. He placed his member at her entrance, looking into her eyes as he waited for her motionless nod. Her eyes were almost screaming for him to get into her, to push her to the edge over and over. “This will hurt, Sakura.” He didn’t need to say it, but he wanted to reassure her that he would not break her back their first time.

“Go,” she said, squeezing her eyes shut and bracing herself. She had known that she broke her hymen years ago with her ninja training, but the invasion of his member was still painful. “Ohhh,” she hissed out. Biting her lip she looked up at Kiba. The erotic gesture drove him; he was unable to control his movements. He slammed into her, hearing her scream but knowing it wasn’t in pain. He pulled out and slammed hard into her again, picking up the pace and grinning wildly. She was his conquest and he was going to take advantage of everything he could.

He grabbed her hips and pulled out, hearing her disappointed moan and curses. “Get back in me!” she cried out.

He bit her shoulder again, “Have patience!” he scolded her. Kiba flipped her over onto her knees in a doggy style position and entered her again and again. She was screaming, her arms grabbing onto whatever was under her as he drove into her eager core again and again. His pace never let up, he was consistent and erratic at the same time; his movements were spur-of-the-moment and calculated in unison. Her eyes were shut tight; her lip was bleeding from biting it so hard to drown out her cries of ecstasy. Then she felt it. The pressure in her lower abdomen was amazing and impossible to ignore. Kiba realized she was getting close and reached both hands over, one at her bundle of nerves and the other at her left nipple. He drove into her wildly and she screamed her release for the world to hear. He bounced against her hips, her orgasm sending him over the edge as he spilled his seed deep into her. He grabbed her hips and pumped in and out a few more times until he felt her walls stop shaking, and collapsed next to her.

She laid her head against his chest and sighed, the two of them engulfed in their own post-ecstasy world. He pulled the covers up to her shoulders, letting her nuzzle her head against his chest. He had done so many things to her that she was still in pure amazement. It was a stunning time that she knew would happen over and over again if she let it.

But Sakura wasn’t sure she should try to push him into round two. As she thought up excuses for this to not happen again, Kiba’s fingers were tracing circles on her ribcage…

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A/N time: Thank you very much to everyone who reviewed! I truly did not expect as much as I got, and I must say it made the writing of this chapter very intimidating! I absolutely plan on continuing this fanfic, and hope you all enjoyed this chapter!
~i.i.d.