"Ita... Calm down... Let me get through the door first". My hands were shaking as my fingers fumbled helplessly with the keys. Each word stretching out in breathy sighs.
"Worry about the door. And I'll worry about you". He growled in hushed a whisper against the shell of my ear. My body was pushed up against the door with his. His hands slowly meandering over my chest, stomach, my thighs.
"Ita..."
"Shhh". He mumbled, his right hand pushing back on my hip so that our hips ground together.
Heat swole in my chest, spreading up my back, and over my face as he continued his delicate but forceful grides. Another breathy moan escaped me, just in time for the key to finally slip into the lock. His other hand moved across my chest and up over my mouth, capturing any other sound that threatened to erupt.
"You should be more quiet Shiori". A ghosting feeling ran against the length of my neck. His chin pushing my hair against him, lips planting soft wet butterfly kisses along the bare skin. My body slouched against him, another moan flying past my parted lips only to be snatched up by his hand.
"How about I help you". He purred.
My body was vibrating with excitement. It was like every word he spoke, every uttered sentence, every syllable triggered a fluttering feeling in the pit of my stomach.
I watched helplessly as his hand moved from my waist to the hand that clutched the doorknob. Each finger wrapping around my hand with baited anticipation. With a twist and push, we were inside.
His body slamming me against the now closed door. He had both my hands pinned above my head. While the other caught my chin, holding me to his gaze.
His eyes bore into my soul. His intense gaze sent me spiraling.
My eyes lowered, mouth opening and closing but nothing would come out. Every decibel that I had hoped to produce lodged in the back of my throat. My face prickling with lust-filled distress.
A stroke of his thumb over my bottom lip brought my attention back to him. It felt like we had been standing there for an eternity. His eyes dark with desire. Even with the sheer strength, I had over him, all he had to do was look at me with those pricing eyes and I was putty in his hands with no hope of overpowering him.
It was very clear.
He was the hunter, and I was his prey.
The feeling in my stomach tightened, my thighs clutched together in an effort to quell the growing need I had, but it didn't work. A throbbing feeling radiated through me. Suddenly, a leg wedged itself between my thighs, pressing exquisitely against my core. Waves of euphoric shivers racked through my body. I sucked in a harsh breath, teeth sinking into my bottom lip, eyes clenching shut. His face lowered, the hand that held my chin in place tugging to release my lip.
"Is something wrong Shiori?"
I couldn't reply to his taunting remark. I could hear the smirk in his voice. He was enjoying every minute of this torture.
His leg wriggled against my core pushing deeper against the already sensitive area. I was at my breaking point. My knees were buckling under my weight. Anymore abuse from him and I'll come undone.
He wriggled again and again and again, each time eliciting a symphony of pitiful whimpers.
"I...t...a...c...h...i" Each letter exhaled with soft pants.
"Yes?" He replied smugly.
"This... Is... Cruel..."
Suddenly I was tossed onto the nearby couch, my body bounding from the force of the throw. My eyes shot up to the man who stood before me. Eyes sinking in domination. He pushed his lips forcefully onto mine. His right arm wound tightly around my waist, pulling me onto his lap, causing his clothed manhood to thrust against my core. His left arm returned to its place around my waist, etching me closer, while his right hand slid underneath the waistband of my pants, gingerly kneading the exposed flesh.
My arms found their way up to his shoulder and around to the back of his neck. Fingers working their way into his long raven hair, pulling it free from the small band that held it together. My fingers twisted in his soft locks, threading against his scalp as his other hand moved under my pants, mimicking the other hand.
Inch by inch, his hands pushed back the thin fabric that covered my lower half.
The kisses grew harder, more hurried with each passing second.
"Stand up". He growled against my lips, pushing me up from his lap. My body stumbled back, my feet catching the weight of my body as I straightened up. My head lowered, my face no doubt painted in red hot embarrassment. My fingers twiddled with each other as the deafening silence drowned me.
"Embarrassed?" He questioned teasingly.
"Never..." I huffed, turning my head.
"Seems like it". He whispered in a chuckling tone. His fingers slid into my waistband, yanking me towards him.
"Jerk".
In an instant, the fabric was wrenched from my body, pooling around my ankles along with my underwear. His arm found its way around my waist, tugging me back onto him. Straddling him.
"Itac--". His lips found mine once again, his tongue pushing past my parted lips to wrap around mine. The kiss caught the soft grunts and moans that echoed between us. His nimble fingers found the knot that held my shit together, jerking back as it slowly undid itself.
The garment fell off my shoulder, slipping entirely off my body. Instinctively my hand went to over my chest, but Itachi wasn't having any of it. I wasn't one to be shy, but around him, it felt like all my inhibitions just slipped away.
He flipped us over, pinning me to the couch with my arms above my head.
"Don't you dare hide your body from me". He growled, looking down at me. His eyes plundered every part of my body.
One hand traced along the length of my leg, brushing over my stomach, to cup my breast. He growled at the new contact, his face buried in the crook of my neck. His hot breath against my skin elevating the growing warmth of my body. My teeth sunk into my inner cheek as his hand continued to toy with my breast.
His thumb grazed over the hardening nipple as he lowered himself to them, lightly blowing.
"Such a tease". I replied breathlessly, struggling against the hand that held me down. With a tentative lick, his eyes shot up at me. He was watching for the slightest of twitches. Every bite, every unconscious lick of my lips, every silent mouth dropping moan, he watched for it all through those dark probative eyes.
"You like this, don't you Shiori". He growled against my chest.
Again, I couldn't respond, I could only nod.
Slowly his mouth engulfed my left breast, sucking and nipping the nerve-prickled skin.
"Ahhhh!!" The unconscious moan ripped through me. My back arched, my head delving deeper into the cushion beneath me.
The hand that held mine moved down to my neglected breast. kneading, pinching and rubbing.
"Please stop teasing ". I choked.
"But you seem to be enjoying this". He replied, his lips releasing my breasts.
"I hate you". I growled, under my breath. All that came in reply was a small chuckle and gentle bites, licks, and kisses down my chest to my stomach.
"That's it". I grunted, flipping us around so that I was straddling his waist once again.
"What are you planning on doing now that we've switched positions." Itachi tittered, his hands resting on my hips, holding me in place as his hips worked back and forth in calculating heavenly stroke.
"I'm going to give you a taste of your own medicine," I whispered, gently running my teeth along the shell of his ear. My fingers tucked into the hem of his shirt, quickly yanking it over his head, simultaneously tangling his hands with it.
Hopefully, it'll keep him preoccupied, but it didn't. His hands broke free, only to return to their spot around my waist. I laughed at the hopeless thought and began to kiss down his neck. With an occasional lick and bite, I felt something plus and push up against my core.
"Now who's the tease," Itachi growled as I bit down on the flesh right under his jaw bone. His fingers dug deliciously into my hot skin. 'Maybe this is a dream. Maybe this isn't real.' I thought, running my hands up, down, and around the adonis who laid underneath me.
Pulling back, I couldn't help but gawk at him.
Hair sprawled all around him, fly away strands catching the light sheen of sweat on his face and chest. His chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. The subtle bucking and shifting of his hips desperately trying to make any meaningful contact. Hooded eyes catching the superficial rays of the evening sun glistened with love and yearning.
"What's wrong ?" He asked confused, slowly pushing himself up against his arms into a slight sitting position.
"Nothing". I smiled. "What could be wrong? I finally have you here with me for the rest of our lives. Why? Is something wrong?". I challenged with a smile.
A grin spread across his face. A hand cupped the back of my head, pushing me down so our forehead touched. "Nothing. I get to be with the woman I love. Absolutely nothing can be wrong ever again". He murmured, his eyes slipping shut as he let himself fall back onto the couch.
Our lips found one another in a heated kiss.
"Shiori." A deep animalistic moan escaped his throat. "Shiori". He moaned, again wrapping his arms around me pulling me closer. The sound of my name coming from him steeped in desire clouded my mind. An arm wrapped around my waist, with one hand gripping onto my ass and in one swift motion he was on his feet holding me up.
"Stand".
At his command, I dropped my legs from his waist. My heels softly clicking against the hardwood floor.
His fingers brushed along my jaw, pushing back the strands of hair that fell over my shoulder.
"You look so beautiful".
My arms flung around his neck, "And you're the most handsome man I've ever met". I purred, lacing my fingers in his hair pulling forward a few more strands that framed his face in the most glorious of ways.
'He was a god'.
My body pressed against his. Fingers slipping around his waist up his back and down into the waistband of his pants. His body trembled at the slightest touch. His nibble fingers twisting into the ends of my hair.
"Shiori".
The sound of his voice was... enticing.
"What do you want?" I whispered. Dragging my nails against his waist. His head leaned back in delight a sigh of content echoing through his chest. My fingers pressed hard against his pubic bone, a soft sigh rolling off his lips.
"Looks like you're loving this Ita". I whispered against his chest.
Slowly I pushed down his pants. Each inch that parted from his skin elicited soft inaudible pants. My fingers finally reached his strained manhood. The muscles in his thighs flexed with every ghosting touch.
"Shiori..... I need you". He whispered. Raising my eyes to his I was caught. His face was surprisingly more flushed than I thought. His beautiful eyes were lidded with ravaging intent. His hair fell over his shoulder, strands sticking to the light sheen of sweat that clung to him, a half-opened mouth panting with incarcerated yearning.
He was absolutely enthralling.
The desire to please him subjugated me.
Dropping down to my knees my figure curled into his pants, dragging it the rest of the way down revealing his twitching aching manhood. Pulling his cock from the confines of his pants. My core tightened, my mouth watering at the sight of him. His cock glistened as it stood at attention, a faint blue vein ran along the underside. My mouth sunk around him.
A free hand retreating to toy with my slick folds. An index finger pressed against the sensitive bud through the rough fabric. A breathy sigh rasped through me.
His cock shuddered as I flattened my tongue against his length to make room for his girth. My lips sealed against him as I slid up and down against his hard cock, suckling at the head. My hands flew to his waist, shimming his pants lower as I reached down to cup his balls, massaging softly.
"God". His speech slurred, his length pulsating against my tongue.
The look on his face. Indescribable.
I couldn't hold back anymore.
My fingers slipped down my chest, down between my legs. Wriggling into the warmth of the velvet walls of my pussy. My head bobbed, dipping his cock until it hit the back of my throat. My tongue sweeping over and around as I suckled the tip.
The feeling of his cock raking against my tongue, the taste of him coupled with the sporadic push and pull of my finger sent me deeper and deeper into a pit of pleasurable despair.
With my lips still wrapped around him, tongue running flat over the head my eyes flashed up to the groaning man. His eyes were screwed shut, mouth hanging open with sighs, growls, held back moans falling at every hot wet swath.
A light sheen of sweat covered his face and body, his hair matting against his forehead.
The muscles in his abdomen and thighs quivered with each passing swath.
"Shiori".
The sounds of his voice singing my name was music to my ears.
His cock throbbed with each full stroke of my mouth. With a light pop of the head, I brushed the tip of his swollen dick slowly across my spit-slicked lips.
"You're going to be the death of me." He growled, tossing his head to the side in frustration. I giggled, sucking my lips loudly as I stared up at him.
"Come here". Itachi demanded, pulling me up and tossing me back onto the couch. His body moved between my legs his hands maneuvering to wrap my legs around his slender waist.
His fingers walked down my stomach, between my legs to pat against my yearning heat.
A long slender finger pushed into me.
I squeaked, gripping onto his arm, unconsciously rocking my hips back and forth against his fingers. "Eager are we?" Itachi hummed, rubbing his thumb gently against my sensitive button.
His finger pushed deeper twisting, pulling, and pushing, coaxing here and there, searching for my release. Every muscle, every fiber of my being, every nerve was screaming for him. Begging for him.
The feeling in the pit of my stomach churned, tightening with every skillful move.
"Itachi... I need you". My voice was pathetic.
Without warning, he stopped. The tightening in my stomach faded away in heavy tormenting throbs. My chest rose and fell with anticipation.
"Why did you stop". I whispered breathlessly, rubbing my hand over his shoulders. His face buried in the crook of my neck, hot kisses spreading over my shoulders and chest.
"Shiori..." His voice was about as desperate as mine.
Slowly his cock dragged against my pussy, deliberately grinding the tip into my needy hole. He immediately pulled back. He pulled gruffing as he stared me down. I reached for him, hopelessly trying to wrap myself into to him, but his hand pinned me down, the other spreading my legs wide, pinning one with his leg and the other with his free hand.
My eyes scanned his body. Every inch of him was heartstoppingly gorgeous. The soft probe of his manhood caused my hips to jerk and my pussy to swell. My gaze dropped. It was almost in, it was right there, just a little more and I could experience the pleasure that would drive me to the brink of insanity.
My eyes drifted shut as I tried to savor the feeling of him against me.
"Look at me!"
My eyes snapped open at the domineering remark.
"Beg".
"Bury your cock inside me." In one quick motion, he trusted in, burying himself to the hilt.
My eyes rolled shut, an explosion of fireworks lit the dark canvas behind my eyes. The walls around his dick spasmed with delight as they tightened around him.
He growled at the contractions. "You're not getting off that easy". His voice deepened, as he pulled back and rammed himself again.
I couldn't speak, I was still on my high. My toes flexing at the overbearing ecstasy. With one quick motion, he gave my pussy a hard smack. The thrumming feeling vibrated through me, my walls clenching him again.
"I love you". The small whispers of passion added to the ecstasy.
His body dropped onto me, his arms holding me to him for dear life. His hips bucked and dragged into me. Sharp buck after sharp buck knocked every breath I attempted. I babbled something of a response as I rocked against him.
His hips pulled back so that the head of his cock brushed against my sensitive nub. Tears prickled at the corners of my eyes, a searing burning sensation shot through my core.
'I really am going to lose my mind'.
"Itachi!!".
"That's it scream for me". Itachi snarled against my neck. His eyes were screwed shut, the muscles in his biceps tightening and flexing from his unforgiving thrusts. He plunged into me again and again. Each thrust as relentless as the last. I was back on cloud nine. I pushed back on him meeting his thrust halfway, "Fuck!" His fingers tightening around my wrists.
I panted, desperately trying to pull myself as close to him as I could. I could feel his heartbeat against his chest.
My body shook under his pleasure subline release was nearing, but I needed him to cum, I need to feel him fill me.
I finally managed to free my hands from his grip. My right hand moving to cup his face. "Ita... I cum for me".
He let out an aggressive growl as he leaned down over me, sinking his teeth into my neck. With a sharp gasp, my wall convulsed, his hands catching on either side of my head bracing himself.
"Shi...ori..."
His voice was desperate. The sound of my name leaving his lips was all the push I needed to reach my release. My wall wrapped around his shaft, milking him.
I could feel him quiver inside me. After a few sporadic and forceful thrusts his release came with a loud groan. The feeling of him filling me brought another wave of pleasure.
His hands moved to my face holding m as his lips pressed sweet fluttering kisses up and down my jaw.
"I love you so much". He smiled.
"I love you more".