Hinata was by no means a mediocre l

Hinata was by no means a mediocre lover. Her innocence intrigued Naruto every single time he held her in his arms. Her gentleness relaxed him but overwhelmed him at the same time; the way she always tried suppressing her whimpers and moans when he touched her, when he made love to her shot his libido through the sky. Her reactions to his ministrations were always downright sexy, even if she was shy about them.

Naruto didn’t want Hinata to act like a porn star in bed. In any case, he knew that just wasn’t her. At the same time, however, he wished she would simply let go when they were in the midst of physically showing each other just how much they loved each other. But she always held back. He knew she enjoyed herself. There was no doubt about that, but how he wished she could openly show it.

She was more the type of lover who was thoughtful, not the kind who showed how much she was enjoying herself. In fact, she was always making sure he was enjoying himself. What she felt wasn’t as important to her, or at least it seemed that way. But the problem was he wanted her to enjoy herself, and if need be, scream his name in throes of passion. That wasn’t a crime, was it? To him it seemed she thought that if she allowed herself to moan, or even scream openly, it would disturb him. Or maybe she was embarrassed. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

No longer able to contain himself, Naruto allowed his hands to travel down her sides, caressing as he went along until he reached her waist, where the frilly tank top and pair of shorts she wore failed to cover her midriff. His fingertips trailed her skin as if it was the finest velvet and slowly snuck under her shirt to travel over her lower back, horizontally and vertically. He reveled in the way she shuddered and the way her eyes widened as she gasped quietly. He then brought his lips to hers again and made sure to kiss her just as softly while his hands glided over her skin. Gently releasing her lips, he moved to nibble her jaw line, progressing along until he was nipping her exposed neck and shoulders. One of his hands abandoned her lower back and traveled even lower until they snuck under her shorts and panties to greedily cup her firm rear and squeeze. He smiled against her neck when he felt her flinch.

“Naruto-kun, no…” she whispered.

He only growled playfully and gently bit the junction between her collarbone and shoulder.

“Why not…?” His voice muffled against her skin.

Hinata tried to think of a way to coherently explain to him that she was scheduled to meet with the Hyuuga elders, and he had several missions to assign; missions that piled up all the more he avoided them by spending time trying to seduce his wife.

“Be-because…” her breath hitched momentarily as his other hand traveled down to meet with the one that was already busy squeezing one of her butt cheeks. He then ground his groin against hers and grinned again when he heard a gasp and felt her shudder.