Sweet Seduction

Disclaimer: I do not own NARUTO.

Author’s note: This will be extra-lengthy. Enjoy!
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Chapter 5: In the throes of passion…

The book dropped from his hand, forgotten.

Their kiss was as wild as the storm outside---untamed, unrestrained, hot and demanding. He took her mouth and she gave it, sinking into his embrace, returning every caress greedily, avidly, unable to mask the desire he evoked, incapable of reining it in. She had more chance of stopping the rain from pounding than controlling the passion he unleashed in her.

Sensation battered her; compulsion dragged at her. Her wits, what was left of them, reeled. Where they were headed, she had no idea but they were still riding far too fast.

When his hand dropped to her breast, already swollen and aching, she dragged her lips free. And groaned, moaned, then managed to gasped, “Sasuke---this is not our room!”

“Well, yes, because if it was, you will already be tied to the bedpost, writhing on the bed sheets and moaning my name.” He proceeded to continue their activities but she avoided him. Breathing heavily, his chest expending dramatically, he rested his forehead against hers. “Relax. Lee went back to Konoha today. He gave me his key for safekeeping,” he said while untying her obi and letting her kimono dropped to the floor. He groaned when he saw her clad only with her bra, panties, and ankle-high socks.

For a moment, they just stood still, looking at each other. Ino felt as though she had became part of the terrible storm that was pounding at the tall windows.

“Touch me,” Sasuke said, and somehow, even over the renewal of the storm, she heard him.

Cautiously she slid her hands beneath his kimono, splaying her fingers so that she could feel as much of him as possible. His chest was hard, broad and lightly furred, and he groaned as she found masculine nipples and explored them.

Ino moved her hands down his rib cage to the sides of his waist, up his warm, granite-muscled back. His sleeves fell off his shoulders, down to his arms. It helped her gain access to explore his back.

At some unspoken urging from Sasuke, she caught his arms and eased them off his sleeves. They bunched on his waist, tightly secured by his obi. Silver-blue lightning scored the sky and danced on the planes of his bare chest, his magnificent face.

He was beautiful.

Like his face, Sasuke’s shoulders, arms, chest and stomach were extraordinary. Of course, she had known his shoulders were wide. That was obvious even when he was clothed. But what she had not known was that they would be sleek, and solid as stonewall. She’d seen his strength so many times. But she had no guessed his arms would be so muscled. Neither had she imagined that his stomach would be as hard as a board and ridged with muscles---or that he would have two male nipples, their areola browner than pink.

Ino was drawn to him, taking one masculine nipple with a cautious tongue, sucking the other. He moaned and tangled his fingers in her hair, pressing her closer, and she knew he was experiencing the same new pleasure she had known.

She know suddenly that what she wanted to learn was what excited him, how to put him at the edge of the cliff and fall, like what he did to her---what he always did to her.

With careful teeth, she bit him. He moaned and caught her shoulders, and held her at arm’s length.

She stared up at him.

He smirked. “Whatever you’ll do to me, I’ll do to you with twice the amount of pleasure. So make sure, my flaxen-haired vixen that you will be contented once you had your fill, because if it’s my turn, I’ll make sure the only thing that you know is me.”

He threatened her, truth to be told. But his promise left her feeling giddy and excited, left her imagining if he could truly pleasure her so much than he had done. She grinned as a response to assure him.

He went down on his knees to remove his socks.

Her smile disappeared when he straightened up and untied his obi and dropped it to the floor, his hakama flowing smoothly off his legs. Instantly, he was bare to the world. When he looked back to her, her eyes were shut.

He chuckled. “Open your eyes, Ino.”

Ino shook her head.

He reached behind her and untied her hair tie. Glossy blonde strands fell and arranged themselves at her back---some in front---down to her buttocks. But still, she had her eyes closed.

He stared at her and leaned forward to whisper erotic messages in her ear.

Ino’s eyes indeed opened but they settled on his face. He sighed and caught her hand, then dragged it to his stomach. Ino’s fingers tingled at the feel of him. A shiver raced along her spine.

“Ino…” he whispered invitingly. Even as her eyes closed in protest, his hand led hers to the thing that differed a man from a woman.

Her fingers found it, recoiled. He would not release her wrist.

“Please, Ino.”

Ino’s fingers shook, but she responded to that husky whisper in the only way she could. She allowed his hand to guide hers again---and this time, at his unspoken direction, her hand closed over him.

He sucked in his breath. She opened her eyes.

His face was set, his lips slightly parted as he breathed through his teeth, his eyes narrow rubies than obsidians as they blazed down at her. Ino looked up into those Sharingan eyes for a long, shuddering moment, and then her gaze moved down the length of his body slowly, so slowly, to the enormous pulsing thing she held in her hand.

Against the whiteness of her skin it looked very dark. Her eyes ran along the length of it, more fascinated now than afraid. It reared up from a thick nest of wiry black hair to which the arrow that trailed passed his belly button had led. When she squeezed it, just to see what would happen, Sasuke flinched and grimaced. Ino’s eyes flew to his face. Sweat had broken out along his brow, although the room was cool. Despite his extreme physical reaction, he watched her steadily through kaleidoscopic eyes.

“Sharingan?”

Briefly, he closed his eyes---opened them black again. “My control slipped for a moment.” The words came unsteadily through his teeth. As Ino’s eyes moved back down the broad-shouldered, narrow-hipped body to the thing she he’d, she saw that his fists were clenched to his sides. It occurred to her that perhaps it was hard for him to have her touch him and nothing more.

Curiously, she moved her hand up and down the length of him, pausing only to squeeze. This time, she saw the muscles of his thighs tighten as if to brace themselves against her. When she sneaked a quick glance at him, she saw that his eyes were half-closed, his mouth compressed.

“I want to experiment on something. Is anything allowed?”

“Experiment?” He opened his eyes then shrugged. “Sure. Nothing is wrong between us.”

“Even this?” she asked, dropping to her knees, sending her hair across his naked legs and far more sensitive flesh she was cradling in her hands. The cool golden strands were in stark violent contrast to Sasuke’s own heat, but nothing was as stark as the searing instant when her lips parted and the tip of her tongue caressed the same satin texture that had so intrigued her fingers.

“You’re even smoother than I thought you would be,” Ino whispered against his thighs, her breath fluttering warmly on his legs.

Taken by surprise once again, Sasuke fought for control of his own body. The wild little caress was the last thing he expected from Ino. It slid pat all his defenses, leaving him completely naked in her hands.

His veins fired, his nerves sizzled. He realized he had to use Sharingan again---to read her next bold movements.

He stared at her, the wheels in his eyes spinning. “Are you pleased?”

She smiled up at him. “Are you pleased?” He nodded. “I have something in my mind that might please you more.” She swirled her tongue around him, then began licking vigorously.

Sasuke groaned in pleasure. “Ah… Nice…”

The sound made her bold. With deliberate motions, she moved her had on the length of him while lapping him. She pumped him, felt the silken strength of him, and he groaned, deep in his throat, pushing against her hand. His skin was smooth, hot, and she wanted him, needed him in ways only instinct told her.

And then she recalled an entry in the book that made her blush to the roots of her hair.

Meanwhile, Sasuke’s Sharingan were blinded in the course of hot, wet passion. He forced himself to let them work, visioning what his flaxen-haired vixen had in mind. By Kami, he did not want to come so soon.

Unfortunately, fate had other things in mind.

Before he could realize her intent, on her knees, over the pile of scattered clothes, she took him in her mouth. His hands tugged into her shoulders and he groaned again.

“No, Ino. God, yes… yes…” he said, unable to control himself, thrusting into her sweetly questing mouth. “Move your head with me… Right… Just like that… Now use your tongue. Damn, good…” His hand shot up and guided her head in reflex.

The warm feel of her mouth and tongue on him, the erotic images provided by his eyes, together with the knowing sensations produced by her escapades, all weighed down on him, almost making him come. She clung to him when he would have bucked her with his pelvis, and swallowed.

He could have fallen to the floor easily. She’d sucked him while revved him up at the same time. There had never been anything like this for him. He couldn’t even summon another experience of any kind at this moment.

Wickedly, Ino took her time, savoring him, taking outrageous liberties in him.

Just as he thought he would surely die of pleasure, she released him. Unexpected at the sudden drawback, Sasuke moaned and dropped to the floor on his butt. He was breathing hard, hands on his drawn up knees, his manhood twitching and throbbing. He closed his eyes and contemplated; he was really using too much charka for this. Again, he controlled himself and disabled the Sharingan. When he opened them, now black and blazing, he saw her smiling and looking at him intently. Thunder roared while lightning flashed.

She was on her knees and hands, her hair a cascading waterfall on her arms, her head cocked at one side as if to assess him, and her breasts hanging but constrained by her sheer bra, her cleavage visibly to his gaze.

It was one of the most captivating sights he had ever seen.

Quietly, he motioned her to come to him. She grinned and crawled towards him and entered the circle of his arms, which instantly chained themselves around her bareback. Grunting, he lifted her easily and wrapped her legs around his hips. She rested her hands on his shoulders and gasped when she felt something probing on the crotch of her panties.

It was a barrier---her panties---a very thin barrier but a barrier nonetheless. Sasuke forced not to destroy what shielded her from accepting him. She made him taste pleasure; by Kami, he will triple that.

Gently, he licked her lips, and kissed her. She kissed him back.

The kiss turned into a struggle of supremacy; they both lost when desire came out of nowhere and captures them both. Ino squirmed against him, rubbing the tip of his erection sensually against the heat of her core in the process. She gasped when she felt the spreading warmth of her response, and stiffened in shock.

She drew back. “Sasuke…”

“That was wonderful,” he said. “You set fire all over me.”

“I did?” She seemed proud of herself.

“You still do.” He began to rub against her, rubbing harder at where their passions meet. “Now it’s my turn.”

She moaned and moaned but managed to nod. He licked the side of her neck, and she cried when he touched her breast and pinched her nipple through her bra, all the while increasing the pressure of their bodies as he rubbed against her.

“Sasuke…”

“You’re dripping wet,” he murmured against her ear. He let go of the breast and, with a hand, touched the core of her passion. She gave out one lusty whimper when she felt the liquid heat escaping her.

“Sasuke, I didn’t mean to---”

“It’s all right,” he interrupted; laughing softly to feel the heart of Ino’s pleasure on his hand. “It happened in the pool too---against my hand---for three times.”

“Four,” she corrected, blushing mildly.

“You’re right! I totally forgot about---”

She swatted his shoulder. “That’s enough!”

“It wouldn’t be enough,” he teased and kissed her nose. “I made you come for six times. Are you up for more?”

“There’s more?”

“Lots more.”

“Show me,” she taunted and stood up. He smirked and followed the suit.

“Very pretty,” he said approvingly as he surveyed her in her underwear. He reached out to unclasp the front latch of her bra, exposing her breasts again.

“But that’s even prettier,” he finished in a husky whisper, and lifted his hands to fondle her breasts.

Ino’s knees went weak. She swayed toward him, her eyes closing. He squeezed her breasts, dropped a quick hard kiss on her mouth---and with his hands on her shoulders turned her away from him.

“Sasuke…”

“Shh…” His breath traveled on her nape down to her spine as he trailed delicate kisses on her back. She felt him going to his knees and sucking the lowest part of her spine. She moaned the sensation. Lightly, he drew back her hands from her sides and rested them on her derriere. She looked back at him, questioning. He simply winked, then sucked again.

She threw her head back in ecstasy. It’s as if they’d been lovers before. He knew exactly where to touch her, where to kiss her, lick her, pleasure.

For she was too focused on the sensations he was wrecking upon her, she didn’t notice him stop sucking, didn’t notice him reach for her obi on the floor, didn’t notice him tie her hands securely on her back---until he was standing in front of her.

“What?” She wriggled her arms in an attempt to free herself but to no avail. Every time she pulled, the obi bound her tighter and tighter.

Entranced, Sasuke watched her trying to free herself, her breasts bouncing as she did so, and his lust flared. His hands came out to sweep aside the thick fall of hair that partially covered her breasts---firm round globes that thrust wantonly away from her chest, the shape and color of her nipples reminding him of fresh, ripe cherries.

“Sasuke-kun?” He looked up at that; his arm snaking to drew her closer.

“What did you call me?” he asked, as his right hand stroke lightly the round buttock and squeeze.

“Sasuke-kun!” she cried out. Sasuke took the advantage of the slightly backward arched of her body to do what he had been waiting to do for what seemed like forever: he bent his head and took one pert nipple in his mouth.

Her shout came union with another clash of lightning. Desperately, she tugged at the velvet contraption that constrained her but it still held firm. All she could do was to arch her back still more, offering her breasts to him in an instinctive manner that thrilled him and appeased her. With his tongue, he rolled her nipple around, sucked on it, savored the sweetness of it. With a harmless nip, he let go of the nipple.

She swayed dangerously and would have fallen if he had not caught her in time and, again, wrapped her legs on his hips. He carried her around the room and seated her on the side table.

His hand went in beneath the lacy panties and touched her. He smiled when he felt her welcoming heat. “Seven,” he whispered.

“Sasuke-kun,” she whispered tiredly then moaned it when she felt his finger enter her.

“Kun?” he asked, inserting another finger into her. “Sasuke is fine, my dear. Sasuke-kun is too mouthful. Feels like I’m seducing a thirteen-year-old hussy.” He withdrew his fingers then entered her again, feeling her shudder. “You’re twenty and you’re not a hussy.”

Ino moaned as he stretched her slowly, opening her completely to his touch. A strange, pulsing tension was building within her. She pressed closer to his body, trying to bring him closer. His fingers moved on her, finding just the right places.

“Sasuke…”

“Uh-huh. That’s right. Call me only that whenever we are doing this. Only during this and only that.”

Something exploded inside her. The tension---that had gripped her so tightly a moment earlier--- suddenly found its release in an exquisite explosion of sensation. Her body convulsed around his probing fingers. And then the ripples of pleasure began.

“Sasuke… Sasuke…” She heard herself whispering Sasuke’s name over and over again in a breathless voice she hardly recognized as her own.

A moment later, she lay limp against his arms. Sasuke slowly eased his fingers out of her, making her shudder. “Eight.”

It was amazing ho her body reacted to him. One touch and she climaxed. She reached out and circled his ear with her tongue to let him know he pleased her.

His response was to search for the hidden nubbin at the top of her sex and pressed. “Ready for nine?”

She moaned and leaned back and looked at him and moaned when he circled her. He caught her ear with gentle teeth and whispered huskily in motion with his work. “Press… Circle… Press… Circle, circle, circle… press… circle, press, circle, circle… Come to me… Come to me… Come… Come…”

Her release was massive, wringing out a wail of pure pleasure only to be caught in his mouth as he kissed her. She wet his hand, and heard him groan.

Gradually, the spasm retreated. Laying his head against the top of hers, “Can you handle more?” he asked. He withdrew his hand and began licking off her essence.

More? How did her think she would live through that again? “Can you?” she said a little more strongly.

His lips curves in a smirk that told her he knew what she was thinking. Without warning, his Sharingan eyes bore down at her then---to her amazement---energy filled her body.

She blinked multiple of times. “How did that happen?”

“When a woman is on the brink of passion, her charka will centralize on one part of her anatomy.” He touched the hidden nubbin through her panties and grinned when he shuddered. He cleared his throat and continued, “All her chakra will go here in preparation for mating. What I did was an old Uchiha technique that releases charka from that part. However I can only do that once,” as he said so, they turned black again. “Can you stand up?”

She nodded vigorously. When he eased her off the table, she stood though her legs wobbled a bit.

“Don’t force it,” he warned her. “Your body needs to cope with your charka.” When she steadied, he asked, “Ready?”

She nodded.

He knelt at her feet.

Just for a moment, Ino stared blankly down his dark head. Then his hand circled her ankle-high socked foot, lifted it from the floor, and slid the sock off. She balanced on that foot as he repeated the treatment with the other one. Then his eyes---and hands---lifted, to slide slowly over her calves, her knees, her thighs.

With his head bent against her thighs, his expression was hidden from her. But Ino could feel the quickening of his breathing the slight unsteadiness of his fingers as he rolled her panties down her legs, and tossed it aside.

She expected him to get to his feet, but still he remained on his knees before her. Her heart began to pound as he lifted his head and saw that his eyes had heated to pure black flames.

Naked, she stood before him, unresisting as his hands slid back up her legs to curve around the back of her thighs. He pulled her toward him, and for all the passion that was rising in her as swiftly as sap in a young tree, she started in shocked surprise when he pressed his face to the curly triangle of her hair at the apex of her thighs.

“Sasuke! No!”

Her hands moved again to free herself, but the action only pumped her against him. Wide-eyed, she stopped and looked down at his face snuggled so intimately against her. But instead of heeding her, he pulled her legs slightly apart. Ino was about to protest more vehemently when she felt something touch her in that secret place between her legs: something warm, wet, soft and greedy.

Ino cried out, for he was there between her legs, and it was his tongue now touching her, tasting her, laving her essence. Exploring every nook and cranny, parting the thick folds, outlining the opening with the tip of his tongue.

Ino gasped, then let out a lusty mewl. “Oh, please.”

He lifted his head briefly, their eyes met. He bent again, this time using his thumbs to open and part her---then slid his tongue into her.

She screamed at the new invading flesh gliding inside her. This wasn’t like his fingers! His fingers weren’t this soft and wet inside her! That soft flesh continued its motions inside her, entering and then retreating, creating its own brand of frictional sensation, until she felt her walls gripped and tightened around him. He stopped and withdrew, then he suckled her leisurely, making a sound of primal enjoyment as he tasted the escaping feminine liquor of her body.

Just when she thought nothing could get any better, his tongue found the tiny place where sensation had accumulated in a burning knot, and he flicked it with lush strokes.

His tongue circled the satin nub, touching her with a whip of fire. The caress excited her beyond bearing. Pleasure burst again, a hot rain that she shared helplessly with him.

“Sweet woman,” he said, tasting her. “Ten.”

“Sasuke…” she said urgently, for the tension in her was becoming unbearable. “I---”

“Just a little more…”

Pleasure burst within Ino again, taking her voice. Sasuke made a low sound of satisfaction and encouragement, asking for more of her response, luring her closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy with each sultry flick of his tongue. His teeth closed gently on the violently sensitive nub, holding her captive for silky caresses that were like nothing like she had ever imagined.

He washed her with his tongue. His teeth seemed to grate her lips. Ino began to spasm violently, sobbing, but he did not stop. “More, Ino,” he coaxed her, “give me more.”

Suddenly, Ino knew what it felt like to be touched by lightning. A sound of anguished pleasure was torn from her as her whole body tightened. She called Sasuke’s name again and was answered by a caress whose intimacy ripped away the world, hurling her into ecstasy.

At some point, just when Ino was sure her knees would not support her any longer, Sasuke reluctantly released Ino’s shivering flesh and carried her---bridal style---near the bed.

She peered over to it with bedazzled eyes. She noted that the coverlet was made of sheepskin. He gently lowered her to it, sitting down.

The sensation of fleece, warm and soft, touched her bottom, and she sighed. Curious now, she sank further into the curly coat. It yielded beneath her weight, then rebounded to caress her. When she moved on it, it tickled, and the lanolin on the wool smoothed her like lotion.

“You like it,” he observed.

His tone gave her pause. He’s placed her here for a reason, to titillate her. He would want her to put one leg on each side of the mattress, and when she did, he would look.

He’d like it, she knew. He already liked it. He glowed with satisfaction at having her doing his bidding. He glowed with the heat of desire. He glowed because he was a man and he spied victory, but he’d proved to the table that he considered it victory only if she won too.

“How is it,” she asked, “that I still manage to respond even though you already pleasured me more than ten times?”

“Eleven,” he corrected then replied, “Determination?” seating beside her on the coverlet. They shared a kiss that was subtly garnished with her intimate flavor.

“More like lust,” she whispered when they drew apart. “Sure Lee won’t come barging in?”

“Trust me. I stole the key.” He grabbed her nape and said, “Lie on your stomach.”

“But---”

“I’ll release you from your obi if you do.”

“Oh.” As she thought about it, her eyes opened and wandered down his chest to his ridged arousal. He was ready, very ready, and with proper positioning… “Yes,” she speculated. “Alright. Deal.” It might be enjoyable, too. With elaborate nonchalance, she stretched herself facedown onto the bed.

“Move on it.” He smoothed each one of her buttocks. “Move it feels good.”

She might have been sexy, exposed to his gaze, but it was nothing compared to the feelings inside her, especially when she did as he instructed and moved. Her belly relished the comfort of the fleece while her nipples tightened its stimulus. Her eyes closed as she concentrated on the sensations, and his soft laughter sounded behind her. “That’s it,” he said, and kissed her calves, the backs of her knees, up the back of her thighs, then gently sank his teeth into one rounded buttock, not enough to cause pain but to let her feel a slight sting. He worked up her spine, licking and kissing, sucking her flesh up his teeth, and by the time he returned his attention to her buttocks she was writhing on the sheets, moaning with pleasure. One soft fragrant location drew him to another, and her lingered over her like a bee over nectar, trying to sate himself on the taste and the feel and scent of her.

True to his word, her obi fell away from her wrists with one fluid motion.

He turned her onto her back again, noting the grazed look in her eyes and the flush on her breasts, the way her thighs naturally fell apart to welcome him.

“I will satisfy you, Ino,” he said, “but you must not cry out.”

She nodded her assent---at the moment, she would have agreed to practically anything. “Sasuke…” she whispered, arching her back.

“You promised,” he scolded. Then, he parted the silken delta between Ino’s thighs, studied the treasure buried there for a moment, then lowered his head and feasted.

Ino let out a long, low cry, and Sasuke reached up to cup one hand over her mouth. She rocked under his tongue, her hips rising and falling to where he led them to do, and teased her without mercy.

Ino made a strangled sound and groped for him, finding his head, entangling her fingers in his hair. While he engaged in a series of fleeting nibbles, Ino’s universe splintered into a many-petal blossom of white light.

Sasuke circled the tiny, quivering piece once with just the tip of his tongue, and then he began to suck.

Something inside her was being wound tighter and tighter, and the pleasure became unbearable, and yet Sasuke showed no mercy. No matter how Ino twisted, he did not let her go, and an invincible sun took shape inside her, flared with sweet heat and then exploded in glorious burst of ecstasy.

Then he lifted her thighs to rest on his shoulders while her feet hung down his back.

Ino thought she would die with the sheer, shameful pleasure of it.

There he took her to where the only thing mattered was the exquisite tremors that racked her body, took her to where she sobbed and moaned his name without realizing that she did so.

Finally his hands reached up to fondle her breasts, rubbing her nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand while he worked his special brand of magic between her legs, and he took her farther yet.

Sensation exploded inside her. Ino cried out, writhing, her nails digging deep into the sheepskin that was twisted half-on and half-off the bed.

Ino rode the tide bravely, through the cautious side of her wanted to hide from the dangers of the unknown, and moaned helplessly while her body bucked and arched.

She was writhing now, her breath harsh and burning, her vision blurred. The storm came inside the room and swept her up, up, up beyond the splitting skies. She cried out in wonder as she collided with the moon and bounced off, to be enfolded by a waiting sun.

When she came back inside herself, Sasuke was beside her, soothing her with soft words, stroking away the tears that had somehow gathered on her face.

“You okay?”

She tried to speak but found she cannot do so. Ino weakly nodded.

He kissed her forehead. “Sleep. We’ll leave after you’re rested.” He stood, carried her then arranged the bedclothes for her to sleep.

Startled, she looked up, “Aren’t you going to---”

He silenced her with a kiss. “There’s always next time.” He joined her in bed, gathered her close, and slept in that short order.

Meanwhile Ino lay awake, wondering what’s in stored for her next time.
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I’ll update in two weeks.