Chapter 3

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Sakura had a lot to think about when Sasuke drifted off to an uneasy sleep. During the day, she had cooled off and forgotten her anger from the night before. So much other things happened…

Sasuke's idea to go to the lake had been a pleasant surprise. She'd even tried to flirt with him, not that it worked well. Though she was pretty sure that he wasn't so unaffected by her. Sakura sighed, remembering how fast her heart had raced when he'd pulled her top off in the water. For a moment there, she'd really thought that he'd snapped from desire and had been going to ravish her. Not that she didn't like his gentlemanly manner later, it had made her all warm and fuzzy on the inside, but she hoped for something else, something more fulfilling…

At this point, she was starting to doubt her sanity. Maybe what she had seen him do the last night in the forest was just a fever dream? Only a figment of her hormonal imagination?

A light sound coming from Sasuke's direction drew her attention. He was moving in his sleep, a sheen of sweat coating his brow. She shuffled closer to check if he was having a nightmare.

Sasuke mumbled something but it didn't sound like he was scared or angry at all. Instead, it was raspy and sent a curious tingle through her body. Sakura paused, studying him intently. He started to move around in his sleep, abruptly and jerkily. A sudden moan startled her and immediately her gaze shot down to his lower half. The material of the bedroll was tented there in an unmistakable way.

Sakura's mouth opened slightly as she understood. He was having an erotic dream!

She was flooded with warm arousal, thighs clenching together. She should probably look away, but she couldn't bring herself to. There was something hypnotizing in watching Sasuke in the throes of a sex dream.

Her hands twitched. She wanted to touch him so much, to feel how hot and hard he was through the layers, but she knew it would be wrong. He wasn't even awake! So she remained by his side, with her face burning, a heavy breath and the unbearable need growing slick between her legs as she listened to his throaty moans. Her hand slid down to her groin out of its own volition.

And then he woke up.

Sakura froze, becoming like a statue as he gathered his bearings. Then he abruptly sat up and she couldn't hold her breath anymore. She inhaled sharply and he finally noticed her.

In this unguarded moment, she saw in his eyes the same things she felt – surprise, desire… panic. This was completely different than the other night because now he caught her watching him, touching herself to him… Even now he was staring at her treacherous hand, still stuck between her thighs.

"A-Ah," Sakura made a sound, too flustered to speak and he looked up at her. She licked her lips and slowly pulled her palm out, trying to be surreptitious, but failing as his eyes followed the movement. A musky scent wafted up with it and his nostrils flared when he caught a whiff of it.

Sakura thought she would burst from mortification, but after a rather intense second the feeling dissipated. She took a shaky breath and brushed loose hair behind her ear in an effort to get a handle on herself.

In this moment, she realized that she had two choices. First was the path of the least resistance—she'd turn around, apologize and pretend she'd seen nothing, just like last night. And nothing would change between them.

She was honestly getting sick of nothing changing.

Sakura looked him straight in the eye. "Sasuke-kun, what was your dream about?" she asked point blank.

He was visibly taken aback. His gaze slid over her figure in a telling way and a blush covered his face. Sakura stifled a grin. She definitely liked putting him on the ropes for once.

"Nothing important," he tried to stay aloof, but the lie was transparent to her.

Sakura leaned so close to him that anyone else would have shifted back to maintain their personal space. Sasuke stayed put, only tightening around his jaw and knuckles betraying the thick tension coiling within him. Sakura regarded him with pursed lips before speaking.

"Well, if you don't want to tell me about your dream, then I will tell you what I dream about every night since we've set off on our little trip," she said lowly. "In my dreams, everything's the same, except… you touch me. You take me in your arms and kiss me, then you take off my clothes. You want me so much that you just rip them off, and then you take me. And I love it. Every. Single. Moment." The words of her confession rushed out of her mouth like an unstoppable waterfall, but she didn't think about consequences anymore. Propriety be damned, what was important was to get her point across to him. She saw his breath catch and she went in for the kill. "And that's how I know they're only dreams. Because when I wake up, you wouldn't even look at me. Maybe I only imagined there was something real between us, maybe you just don't want me. I don't know anymore. But this has to end or I will leave. So which is it, Sasuke-kun?"

Bracing herself, Sakura waited for his answer. She refused to be ashamed of her feelings anymore, especially those of sexual nature. She was a medic, she was a ninja, and she was an adult woman. Talking about her wants so directly was embarrassing and exposed her vulnerable side, but no more than all the times she had confessed her love to him. However, she felt relieved that she finally said what had been on her mind for so long.

Sasuke closed his eyes and breathed in and out slowly, like he was meditating. Then he looked at her again.

"I want you. I want you all the time and it's driving me crazy." That was all she needed to hear. "I should stay aw-"

She kissed him. She had never done this before, but that didn't seem to matter. Her lips, at first rigid, softened in contact with his own and brushed against them, coaxing him to respond.

Elation filled her when his hand clasped her shoulder and he kissed her back, ravenous and impatient, as finally all the passion they were bottling up for each other found an outlet and burst forward. Sakura lost herself in the kiss, giving it her all as if it was going to be her last.

Everything became a blur, arms grasping at each other blindly and yanking at their clothes ineffectively until their lips reluctantly separated. Sakura winced when her hair was pulled along with her tunic in their rush. In retaliation, she tore Sasuke's shirt open, buttons flying off in a metallic shower, and pushed him roughly onto his back before straddling him swiftly.

For a moment, they just looked at each other with matching grins. Despite being clad only in her bra and skintight shorts right in front of the man she loved, Sakura wasn't self-conscious. The heated way he looked at her turned her on even more. She felt desirable and powerful, sitting astride his big, very male body, the evidence of which she could feel straining under her thigh. Her mood became playful and she bucked her hips against him to give relief to her unbearably damp crotch.

Sasuke jolted underneath her and his hand clasped on her hip to keep her down, right on top of his burgeoning hardness. Sakura rolled her hips, rubbing herself on him more sensually and he let out a choked off moan. She bit her lip and did it again, relishing in the sounds of his pleasure.

She needed to hear him more.

In a frenzy, Sakura kept grinding onto his lap, while her hands stroked and caressed from his bare shoulders down his sculpted torso . She lowered her head to kiss along his jaw, lick down his Adam's apple, suck on his pulse. The vibration going from his throat as he writhed and groaned sent delicious tingles down to her pulsing core.

"Sakura," he rasped her name tightly, "Sakura, you need to- ahh, to stop."

She thought she misheard. He was not going to stop her, not when she was so close to the completion! She had to continue, to chase down that rush…

"Sakura," he repeated, more forcefully. The grip on her hip tightened and pushed her back. "You have to- umphh, you have to stop or I won't last."

Sakura looked at him. His flushed features were rigid with strain, brows deeply furrowed as he held back his pleasure. He returned her stare steadily, communicating to her silently what he wanted from her.

With a frustrated whine, Sakura stilled and dropped her head down on his chest. She couldn't deny his request, even while she was burning up inside with need.

For a while they listened to the crackling of the campfire and their own unsteady breathing. Sakura shuddered, still feverish, wound-up, still unfulfilled. She could cry from that hollow, cold feeling inside.

Sasuke sighed, sensing her inner turmoil, and wrapped his arm around her shoulders to warm her up.

"Are you alright?" he whispered into her ear.

Sakura swallowed thickly. "… No," she muttered.

He pulled her into a kiss, taking her by surprise, but she almost immediately responded. She kissed him harshly, letting out her angry frustration.

A tug on her shorts made her break off the kiss. He gave her an expectant, sly look and she forgot all about her resentment. Excitedly, she helped him shove down her bottoms along with her plain underwear. Sasuke's big hand slid up the inside of her thigh to cup the hot, wet place between her legs. She hissed, closing her eyes when he slowly rubbed along her sensitive folds.

"And now? Is this better?" he asked with amusement.

"Yeesss… Don't- stop," she panted out. "Ahh!" she gasped when his clever fingers found her swollen nub. "Gently," she admonished, reaching down to show him how to brush and stroke her pearl with his finger pads. He was a fast learner. "Yes, just like that…. Mmm… Keep going…" she instructed breathlessly, moving her hips in time with his strokes. "Faster… ahh… ahh…"

Under his rhythmic, confident touch the coil was winding up in her tighter and tighter until it finally sprang free. The warm tidal wave of pleasure washed over her and Sakura shuddered, hiding her face in the crook of his neck to muffle her uncontrollable moans.

Sasuke slowly pulled his hand out from between her legs and she angled her face to tiredly watch him. He considered his sticky fingers for a few seconds, then licked them clean.

"Delicious," he murmured, holding her gaze.

Weirdly, out of all the shameless things they had done until now, this was the one that finally embarrassed her. Sakura flushed, averting her eyes and thumped his chest.

"Don't say things like that," she grumbled.

"Why? I'm only telling the truth. You taste really good. Refreshing… like a tomato," he teased.

"Sasuke-kun!" she shrieked in mortification which only spurred him on.

"You're going to be my favourite snack. Whenever I'll get thirsty, I'll lick you up." He was merciless! Sakura couldn't stand hearing anymore of this or her face would really burst in flames, so in desperation she put her mouth onto his. That shut him up for good.

She tasted the remnants of her salty juices in the kiss, but it didn't matter. She closed her eyes and just let herself sink into the moment, molding her lips to his. They kissed for a long while, at first unhurried, but then Sasuke turned up the intensity. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and dominated the exchange. Before Sakura realized what was happening, he flipped her flat on her back and pulled up from the kiss.

"My turn," he announced, looming over her with a predatory look in his eyes.

Sakura gulped. Her heart was racing and she rubbed her thighs together in anticipation of what he had in store for her.

Without wasting anymore time, Sasuke took off his pants and boxers, exposing himself completely to her for the very first time. Wide-eyed, Sakura unabashedly stared at his thick arousal, the red, veiny shaft coming out of the patch of dark, wiry hair. He looked about ready to burst.

Sasuke swiftly peeled her shorts and panties all the way down her legs, then grabbed under her knees and pushed them up, spreading her legs wide as he positioned himself between them.

"Wait!" she blurted out, then reached behind her, fumbling for the clasp of her bra. She took it off quickly and threw it to the side. Now she was ready.

Sasuke took all of her in, savouring the view. From her heaving, pink-tipped breasts, down her toned stomach to the glistening labia, she was everything he had ever dreamed of and more. And yet, her perfection gave him a pause, dredging up the old self-doubt.

"Sasuke-kun," she said when he didn't move. Their gazes connected and she read the turmoil in his eyes. "Do you want me?" she asked gently.

"Yes," he replied in a voice raw with sincerity.

Sakura smiled at him the way a flower would smile at the rising sun.

"If you want me, then take me. I'm yours," she said, opening her arms to him.

Sasuke's restraint snapped and he allowed himself to sink into her embrace. He settled snugly in the cradle of her hips as he plunged forward into her silky depths. They both moaned and shuddered at the exquisite feeling of their joining. Sasuke paused when he reached the bottom of her virginal passage and spared her a look. She was biting her lip with a look of an intense concentration.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

Sakura gave a small nod. "Fine, just… give me a moment," she said with her brows furrowed.

It was hard to abide her request and stay still when every animal instinct inside screamed at him to move, dammit, to fuck her and claim her, yet Sasuke persisted. To distract himself from the powerful urge to thrust, he played with her breasts, licking their slopes and rubbing the hard peaks between his fingers. Sakura sighed and moaned as she gradually loosened up under his touch.

"Sasuke-kun, please," she gasped out, bucking up her hips suggestively.

Sasuke pulled his lips off the teat he'd been sucking on and began rocking his hips into hers. Sakura's arms and legs wrapped around him and she clung to him tightly just like her inner walls clamping around his member. Their bodies came together flawlessly, undulating back and forth in a hypnotic motion. Sasuke was gaining speed and strength with every stroke.

And she was writhing and asking for even more. Harder. Deeper.

Sasuke lifted himself up on his arms and adjusted the angle of his thrusts. With the next deep plunge he brushed at a sensitive spot inside that made her see stars.

"There! Sasuke-kun! Aaah! Please!" she shouted.

He listened to her, watching greedily as her face twisted in pleasure every time he rubbed her delicate area. He was approaching his own limit, but he was determined to make her come with him. He kept striking her spot like a flint on steel, producing hot sparks that would ignite the fire inside her. Between her wanton moans, she was chanting his name deliriously, spurring him on as her pussy squeezed his throbbing member.

"Saku-ra," he rasped, driving powerfully into her like a piston, "I'm going to-"

He trailed off with a loud, guttural groan as the release hit him with the strength of an avalanche. He saw all white and, for one perfect moment, he rose to the higher plane of existence before falling face down onto her soft, heavenly bosom. Her body was trembling under him in the throes of passion as the powerful wildfire he had set blazed through her. His hips were still weakly jerking and twitching against her as her rippling walls massaged and sucked him dry, down to the very last drop.

When some of his strength returned, Sasuke carefully rolled off her onto the bedding. They laid side by side, sweaty and naked on this warm summer night, panting heavily as they stared up at the clear, starry heavens. The full moon shone brightly upon them as if offering its official blessing to their intimate union.

Sakura laughed, a short, happy sound bursting out of her chest and filling the space between them. Sasuke quirked a brow at her. "That was… amazing!" she proclaimed with a wide smile, still high on endorphins and her green eyes sparkling.

He grunted softly in an amused agreement, feeling lazy and sated like a lion after a feast.

Sakura shivered under the light, cooling breeze and cuddled up to him, her head resting on his left shoulder. Sasuke didn't miss the painful wince crossing her face for a second when she'd turned on her side. He clenched his jaw and lightly stroked her arm with his stump, dearly wishing that he hadn't lost the rest of his arm due to his own stupidity.

"Sasuke-kun, is something wrong?" Sakura asked, sensing the dark turn of his mood.

"I've hurt you," he said bleakly.

She blinked. "Huh? When?"

"You were in pain just now," he pointed out.

Sakura chuckled. "Oh, that? I'm just a little sore. It's normal. It was my first time, after all."

He looked at her searchingly and when he ascertained that she was not concealing a grave injury, he relaxed. She really wasn't hurt. "Mine too," he admitted.

"Good," she said with a satisfied look and kissed him on the cheek sweetly.

The sweetness turned into spice when she moved her plump lips onto his throat and nipped his skin teasingly. Sasuke felt a new stirring beneath his belly button.

"Sakura," he said throatily. "What are you doing?"

She hummed, then kissed him on the lips. "I'm making love to you."

"Again?" he asked, surprised but intrigued by the idea. The interest of his lower half was apparent.

"You don't want to?" she asked coyly. "I can stop." She took her hands off him to demonstrate.

"No," he said quickly and put them back on his chest. "I want to. I will always want to," he told her, looking her deep in the eye.

Her heart skipped a beat and she lowered her smiling lips to his again. And then again. Then, with loud moans, they gave in to each other once again.

The time of Sasuke and Sakura's mutual frustration was finally over. Ahead of them stretched the perspective of endless nights and days they would spend on fulfilling all of their desires.

The End

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AN: Thanks for reading! I'm glad I finally managed to overcome my writing block and finish this story. It turned out fluffy in the end, but I hope the smut was hot enough to satisfy everyone, not just Sasuke and Sakura (lol).

Please let me know how you liked it and until next time! :)