An excerpt from my current WIP, "Steel"
His lips found her jaw and then trailed slowly, carefully, to the protrusion of her collar bone. Here, he planted an open mouthed kiss, following with a tender lap of his tongue.
Sakura breathed above him-- inhale, exhale, the weight of her body slight against his hips. Her left hand remained planted on his chest as the other hovered about the shoulder of his missing arm, brushing against it every now and then.
A breath rattled through the cavern of his chest when the hand on his chest began stroking in tiny circles, a harmless touch bringing forth a heat he was only beginning to understand within him. Cautious, he remembered, as he moved the hand that had been resting on her hip into her line of sight. He inched it toward her shoulder, cupping it gently and pulling her toward him gradually as he stared into the quivering green pools of her irises.
Another shaking inhale and her bare chest was pressed flush to his, her left hand trapped between them. Fingers dug into his shoulder as their lips met, molded, gliding past each other like a whisper of wind. Then harder, like grinding rock smoothed by the force of the waving current. An exhale from her mouth formed an inhale into his lungs and his hand moved, sliding around to cup the side of her neck, thumb brushing, fleetingly, over the pulse thrumming there.
And then her right hand flashed from his shoulder, reappearing at the base of his jugular, a materialized kunai’s edge pressed cold into heated flesh. Both quivering bodies turned into solid ice from warm, flowing water.
The moments passed between them like an eternity of bated breath. Sasuke did not dare to even blink.
“You could have killed me in a second,” she finally said, edge like steel. An explanation, maybe even an apology, spoken like an accusation and underscored with a threat.
“I wouldn’t,” he murmured, fingers falling weakly away from the column of her neck. Green eyes shone down at him, like a well overflowing. He bit his lip as his heart pounded under her left palm. “I wouldn’t.”
“I know,” Sakura whispered fiercely, voice shaking like dry leaves in an autumn wind. The blade she held to Sasuke’s throat was steady. “I know.”
A thick swallow pushed down his throat and he moved his hand haltingly, so slow it could barely be called movement at all, until he could rest it behind his head. Green eyes watched his every move, a mixture of vulnerability and distrust swimming about in the irises. His heart felt fit to wilt inside the cage of his ribs.
“I’m sorry,” he said, exhaling, relaxing each of his muscles in increments. “I’ll be more careful.”
Pink locks billowed like a curtain around them as she shook her head back and forth. A ragged breath expanded her chest and, finally, the hand at his neck trembled before being ripped away.
“It’s not you,” half a sob seeped through gritted teeth, “it’s me. It’s me…”
“It’s okay,” he murmured, running his eyes over her form like he wished his hand could. A gentle caress, running languid over every inch of soft flesh covering iron-forged muscle.
How heartbreaking, that she could look so beautiful as she wept.
Tears slid down reddened cheeks even as her eyes fixed on his chest, unfocused, and her hands settled over her thighs, the press of her fingers dimpling soft flesh. Sasuke bit his lips against the urge to reach for those hands, knowing that it would only cause both of them more pain.
“Sakura,” he breathed, fixing his eyes on her face once more. “Look at me, Sak.”
Quick as a flash her eyes were sharp and alert once more, boring into his own. They were still wet, droplets clinging to long pale lashes and he felt that he was drowning in them, like they could see past his skin and sinew, all the way to the core of his bones.
His tongue undulated behind his teeth, tasting, testing words of comfort but then a small, warm palm was pressed against the center of his chest and she was leaning over him again, her face drawing closer until all he could see was green, black, pink.
The whoosh of air through her lungs was all he could hear and then her mouth was pressed against his, her body stretching over every inch of his that she could reach. The hand on his chest remained, another coming to grip the wrist of his bent arm, a heavy pressure making it immovable, pinned to the bed.
Her lips moved over his as she breathed, “I want to be close to you. I never want to be close to anyone else.”
“Come as close as you like,” he whispered back, breath quickening as his blood began its dance once more, heat sweeping like flame against his insides.
A shuddering sigh slipped through her lips before they began to move against his again. The press of her kiss was achingly familiar, reminding him of months spent in darkness, his only senses stimulated by a sweet voice, a soft mouth molding against his own in stolen moments of quiet. But it was also different, as she was now, her kisses more forceful; a contradicting balance between hesitance and desperation. The grip on his wrist became bruising but he would not complain, if it meant he could be closer.
Sakura ripped her mouth away from his only to delve into the crook of his neck, tongue slithering hot over his pulse, flicking over and warming the part that had been subject to the cool pressure of her blade. Her shifting caused her hips to move, the spot between her legs brushing over him intimately-- a small sound escaped his mouth with his next breath.
She moved back slightly to peer down into his face, head tilting calculatingly. Then came an intentional roll of her hips, a twist that caused him to press against the damp warmth of her center. Sasuke groaned quietly again, barely able to keep his eyes open, clinging to his control just barely enough to keep his arm steady in her hold.
“You look like you could fall apart,” she stated, eyeing him in a way that caused a shiver to creep down his spine. She began a gentle rocking motion, not enough to bring him toward the edge, but just enough to make him feel like he would go mad.
“I could,” he grit, his own hips undulating, seeking more friction. Her thighs clenched tight like vices around him and his head fell back onto the pillows weakly. “I would fall apart for you.”
Sakura inhaled sharply through her nose, face drawing close to his once again.
“What if I can’t put you back together, anymore?” she asked, and she sounded so unguarded then, so much like his Sakura that his eyes slipped shut and he craned his neck to push his forehead against hers.
“It doesn’t matter,” he breathed, “as long as you’ll still have me, even in pieces.”
There were no more words spoken as she crashed her mouth against his again, the weight of her bearing down heavier than was natural, pushing him deep into the mattress. The chakra she kept suppressed more often than not these days came alive, spreading around them like a heavy blanket. Distantly, he wondered if it was a jutsu; surely, he would struggle to free himself from her grip even if he tried. The presence of chakra, of her, was almost suffocating, but the air from spilling from her lips was enough to fill his lungs, anyway.
He groaned into her mouth and she responded with a soft sigh that contrasted starkly with the tight grip of her hand about his wrist, the way her sharp nails scratched against his chest.
She lifted her hips up and away from his straining arousal, prepping to sheath herself over him, but he ripped his mouth away from her kiss with a gasp.
“Wait,” he rasped, his own voice sounding distant and unfamiliar in his ears, “let me taste…”
“Taste?” her lips formed around the word almost inaudibly. Sasuke watched with heavy lidded eyes as she dragged her hand away from his chest to reach for her center, staring intently as she slid her finger tips through her slick, pink folds.
“Please…” he whispered wantonly, hypnotized by the gentle stroke of her hand on herself, mesmerized by the way the wetness gathered and spread with her ministrations.
She brought glistening fingers up to his face, fluttering them tantalizingly across his gaze before swiping them against his lips, smearing her essence.
He sucked the appendages into his mouth, hungrily, becoming dizzy and drunk at the taste of her on his tongue. His eyes rose to hers pleadingly, crimson bleeding across his vision as a deep moan rumbled through his chest.
Quickly, her eyes flitted away from his to focus on his mouth. Another desperate sound slipped around her fingers and she tilted her head again before pulling her hand away.
“Isn’t that what you wanted?” she asked, and if he were a different man he might have fallen for the innocence of her expression, the feigned uncertainty.
But he knew this Sakura had been groomed into a world of lies and deceit and that she was playing him.
“Sakura,” he entreated, tongue slipping out to lap at the vestiges of her nectar that clung to his mouth. A flash of pride burned hot through his breast when Sakura’s chest expanded with a heavy breath, and her gaze sharpened at the movement.
“Oh,” she murmured. A pink flush spread across her cheeks and heavy lids slipped down partially over green eyes as she continued to stare at his mouth. “Like this, you mean.”
So quickly he barely even caught the movement with his sharingan, Sakura repositioned so both her knees pressed hard on his shoulders and his sole arm was stretched straight, shackled far above his head in her tight grip.
He groaned as her dripping core settled over his mouth, slipping his tongue through her folds and sighing at the taste. The thighs caging his head trembled as did her breath above him.
“Good, good, Sasuke-kun,” she sighed, rocking her hips gently as he laved at her bundle of nerves with his tongue, and sucked the petals of her labia between his lips.
The praises caused his pulse to race faster and his arousal to throb between his legs. He doubled his efforts, moving his mouth against her hungrily, neck straining and jaw becoming sore as he licked and sucked and lapped at the juices trickling from her center.
He was becoming slightly light-headed, partially due to the way her thighs were tightening about his head and how she was settling more heavily onto his face. Also, because the way she was whimpering and gasping and uttering soft praises was euphoric, making him want to work harder, to bring her more pleasure.
“Fuck, you’re so good. So good for me, Sasuke-kun,” Sakura whispered above him. Sasuke echoed the quiet moan that came shortly after, latching his mouth onto the pearly nub peeking through her blushing folds and sucking hard.
A keening cry sounded above his head as the muscles under her soft, silky skin drew tight and the inner parts of her thighs trembled against his cheeks. He felt as if he were drowning as her essence spilled over his lips, smeared across his chin and up to his nose as she undulated and bucked over him.
Sasuke was still gasping for air by the gulp when she slithered down his chest and seated herself onto him in one fluid motion. And then he could do nothing but clench his fist beneath her iron grip as she rose and fell over him with the grace and control of a well-trained machine, her innermost parts squeezing him in such a way he thought he might die for the bliss.
“Shit, Sak,” he panted, moaning pitifully as his hips bucked upwards, spearing into her each time she slammed herself down. “Sakura.”
Choking on a shout, he bit down on his lip so hard he could taste iron. Sakura shifted, the slight adjustment allowing her to take him deeper, so deep his eyes rolled back. A sudden pressure at the sides of his jaw nearly startled him, causing a chill to creep down his spine as small fingers gripped his face.
Sakura squeezed until his lips parted slightly with a low whine before she delved into his mouth with her middle and index, hooking them behind his teeth and yanking down until he was gaping, harsh pants and groans spilling. His cheeks twinged with soreness from being stretched to their limit, but nothing could overshadow the feeling of her hot and slick, gripping and sliding over him like a heady mixture of punishment and reward.
He gazed up at her, helpless, lost in the pain and the pleasure. She moaned nastily, stretched his lips even wider. Dribbles of saliva slipped from the corners of his mouth, mixing in with her juices stickily about his lips.
“Open your mouth,” she hissed, breathless as she crashed over him harder, faster, cheeks red and eyes brimming. “Scream.”
Sasuke’s back arched off the bed, head falling back onto his shoulders as he did just that.