Dessert

Kakashi scooped a mouthful of ramen noodles through his jaws, the spices burning his tongue and setting his taste buds at wit with fire. His sharp eye’s, normally permanently burned into a frown, softened as he consumed his lunch, the sun playing softly across his features.

“So this is why you’re always late.”
Kakashi turned, startled by the proximity of the voice; her lips were practically touching his ear. Anko.
“It’s been a while, Anko. Where have you been, anyway?”
Anko, a strand of hair dangling over her left eye, gave a sultry shrug, easing slowly into a stool next to Kakashi. She draped a leg elegantly over her other one, the light giving them a glossy sheen. They were slightly muscled, toned; dancers legs. Dark fishnets covered the moderate swellings of her breasts, and her waist was very slightly toned, abs faintly layered into her stomach. A small skirt was wrapped tightly around her upper waist, and her lilac hair was tied in an unruly tuft.
“You know how it is; missions galore.”
Kakashi smiled slightly, draining the last of his bowl, and easing mildly backward. Anko admired the bulge of muscle through his uniform; the calm, ice cool demeanour he presented. She leaned forward, taking her time in grabbing a bowl and utensils, and giving him a moderate view of her cleavage. She smirked as she rose, catching Kakshi’s gaze, locking her liquid brown eye’s with his.
Kakashi rose to leave, the faint tones of stammering in his voice.
“What do you plan on doing now, anyway?”
Anko leaned forward, placing a delicate hand on his sculpted chest.
“I don’t know – we can work something out, no?”
She smiled wickedly.

Kakashi moaned as Anko ran her soft tongue down his shaft, with deliberating slowness. She was balanced on the balls of her feet, knees digging into the floor, her trench coat in a puddle on the floor around her. The door to her apartment slammed shut behind them; she sucked viciously, alternating between short, sharp bursts, and slow, soothing caresses, that had Kakashi gripping her hair. He pulled her head further along him, and she moaned slightly as she took in his entire length, her head bobbing in a sharp fashion. Finally, she withdrew, much to the disappointment of Kakashi. She smiled seductively, pushing him to the ground, and throwing one slender, toned leg over his torso. Kakashi gripped her hips, then ran his hands along the fishnet woven tightly around her body, grabbing her breasts. She ground down against him, hips weaving, and moaned as she felt herself slide against his thick shaft. Kakashi arched his own hips, as he felt her tightness grip him, nearly inciting a cry from him.

She pressed her hands against his chest, leaning forward, then rocking back, nail’s biting into his skin.
“Aaaah, Anko….you’re so tight.”
She increased the tempo suddenly, hips bucking wildly, slamming into his pelvis resulting in a loud, slapping sound.
“Ohhhh….shit…Kakashi…”
He ran his hands along her legs, the smooth but firm skin, slamming her down onto him with each thrust.
“Aaaaahh….fuck, so tight.”
Without warning, he grabbed her shoulders roughly, slamming her against the couch, and started to fuck her from behind, hands now gripping her toned ass. She screamed in ecstasy, her petite frame arched and nail’s digging into the soft material of the couch.
“That’s it..like that, ohhh…”
Kakashi slammed into her now, sweat dripping down his back as the two convulsed – he grabbed her shoulders, drilling his length fully into her, and out, with alarming speed. Her frame shook with each thrust, until she felt herself tighten against him, causing her to cry out in desire.
“Shit, yes! Yes, Kakashi, yes…ohh!”
Kakashi exploded into her, with a final thrust, moaning as her sweat laden body stiffened against his.

He collapsed, lying against her on the flooring of her apartment, the sun’s setting ray’s filtering softly through the window.
Anko managed a smirk.
“We need to do this again sometime.”