Gaara's love
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Category:
Naruto › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
916
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Erotic Dreams
The darkness in his room, faded as the light poured in through his opened window, the cool air flowed throughout his room. Its cool touch caressed his exposed frame as he lay in bed. His body was damp, his movements were clenched. Gaara lay asleep for the last three days, his hands clenching the blankets around him. He had kicked from under them due to being hot. Soft moans escaped his soft lips, as he thought about her.
The images of her body exposed under the moon’s light, the water dripping off of her pale frame. The moonlight caressed her round breasts, as played in the water. Standing at a distance, arms crossed, eyes glued on her frame. Gaara watched, his gaze stuck on her, he couldn’t move as sensations burst through his body, and his groan becoming enraged with pain.
Staying in the darkness he watched his eyes following her, as she moved, making sure he didn’t miss a single thing. His face remained cold looking, but it didn’t last long. He had bitten his bottom lip, out of ecstasy, but he never realized he was doing it. The world faded around him, as he was focused on her. His body called out telling him to move, his brain saying another thing, but his dick saying another. His balls ached with pain, as they needed to be released, his dick wanting her juices to caress him, sliding down his now throbbing shaft. But he didn’t move from his spot, he couldn’t, just couldn’t.
Gaara moaned softly as his thoughts became stronger. It had been three weeks since the mission to the Lightning Country, and since he saw her at the river bathing. When he slept his dreams were intense, waking up with a throbbing dick and covered in a cold sweat. He wanted her, he wanted to touch her. The feelings became stronger every time he saw her, it was like torture to him, but he remained cold on the outside. But inside he groaned and was filled with urges he wanted quenched. Each encounter caused him to become extremely stiff to where he either has to leave, or just endure the torture and stick around. The dreams and fantasies were growing stronger, more intense and more frequent as of late.
He clenched the sheets, throbbing and covered in a cold sweat. The pain of wanting to release his self all over her grew stronger every day. What seemed like minutes around him was an eternity to Gaara. Gaara’s eyes shot open as he sat up quickly, looking down to see himself fully erected and pulsating. He groaned, placing his hand on his shaft he tried to relieve himself, slowly moving his hand up and down. A soft moan came out of his parted lips, as he closed his eyes thinking of her. 5 minutes turned to a half an hour before he finally came. But it wasn’t enough; he still throbbed, wanting her even more now.
He moved out of his bed breathing heavily, his dick still hard. He stood there for a moment, as he contemplated what he was going to do, he decided he would take a cold shower. It always seemed to help him before, and he knew it would now. His mind wanted him to gather himself, his heart yelled at him, but his sexual urges had the louder voice and had the stage at the time. His thoughts wondered to her again, his body shivering as he thought about her touch.
“Miayana.” He whispered.
His eyes locked on to the door he, moved through his room to the door. His naked form moved ever so gracefully, his muscles moving with a sort of agile grace to him. The wind blew again, filling the room with a cold breeze; it hit his body sending chills down his spine. He was alone in the house, so he didn’t have to worry about getting dressed before going to the shower, he could just walk through the house the way he was. He began to go soft, as his mind focused; he came to the door and reached for it.
The images of her body exposed under the moon’s light, the water dripping off of her pale frame. The moonlight caressed her round breasts, as played in the water. Standing at a distance, arms crossed, eyes glued on her frame. Gaara watched, his gaze stuck on her, he couldn’t move as sensations burst through his body, and his groan becoming enraged with pain.
Staying in the darkness he watched his eyes following her, as she moved, making sure he didn’t miss a single thing. His face remained cold looking, but it didn’t last long. He had bitten his bottom lip, out of ecstasy, but he never realized he was doing it. The world faded around him, as he was focused on her. His body called out telling him to move, his brain saying another thing, but his dick saying another. His balls ached with pain, as they needed to be released, his dick wanting her juices to caress him, sliding down his now throbbing shaft. But he didn’t move from his spot, he couldn’t, just couldn’t.
Gaara moaned softly as his thoughts became stronger. It had been three weeks since the mission to the Lightning Country, and since he saw her at the river bathing. When he slept his dreams were intense, waking up with a throbbing dick and covered in a cold sweat. He wanted her, he wanted to touch her. The feelings became stronger every time he saw her, it was like torture to him, but he remained cold on the outside. But inside he groaned and was filled with urges he wanted quenched. Each encounter caused him to become extremely stiff to where he either has to leave, or just endure the torture and stick around. The dreams and fantasies were growing stronger, more intense and more frequent as of late.
He clenched the sheets, throbbing and covered in a cold sweat. The pain of wanting to release his self all over her grew stronger every day. What seemed like minutes around him was an eternity to Gaara. Gaara’s eyes shot open as he sat up quickly, looking down to see himself fully erected and pulsating. He groaned, placing his hand on his shaft he tried to relieve himself, slowly moving his hand up and down. A soft moan came out of his parted lips, as he closed his eyes thinking of her. 5 minutes turned to a half an hour before he finally came. But it wasn’t enough; he still throbbed, wanting her even more now.
He moved out of his bed breathing heavily, his dick still hard. He stood there for a moment, as he contemplated what he was going to do, he decided he would take a cold shower. It always seemed to help him before, and he knew it would now. His mind wanted him to gather himself, his heart yelled at him, but his sexual urges had the louder voice and had the stage at the time. His thoughts wondered to her again, his body shivering as he thought about her touch.
“Miayana.” He whispered.
His eyes locked on to the door he, moved through his room to the door. His naked form moved ever so gracefully, his muscles moving with a sort of agile grace to him. The wind blew again, filling the room with a cold breeze; it hit his body sending chills down his spine. He was alone in the house, so he didn’t have to worry about getting dressed before going to the shower, he could just walk through the house the way he was. He began to go soft, as his mind focused; he came to the door and reached for it.