They kissed, tenderly then passiona

They kissed, tenderly then passionately as Hinata learned quickly from him. He taught her patiently and whispered praises as he worshipped her lips and face and neck. His hands slid to the ribbons and slowly undid them one by one.

Her fingers grazed his chest and shoulder, touching the lines and scars of the years long since healed. To her he seemed like a splendid godlike being. He shuddered at her feathery touch, and she smiled. Her hands wandered down to the towel and pulled it away leaving him bare for her eyes to see.

Not to be outdone, he pushed the nightgown out of the way to feast on beautifully shaped breasts. He smiled as he explored such tender and coveted regions while enjoying the sounds of her passion. Her hands played in his golden blonde hair as his mouth rediscovered the joy of drawing life from a breast.

She was both familiar and unfamiliar territory with undiscovered and uncharted regions. He reveled in the knowledge that he was the first to uncover her treasures. Her sounds, her taste and her feel was all his. He couldn't help but feel possessive of his new treasure. She was his and his alone.

He was the wild and stormy sea to her. Flashing and rocking with a ferocity that frightened and aroused her. His uncontrollable passion and depthless devotion convinced her to take his hand and plunge into it without hesitation. He was the roaring ocean and the flashing summer thunder that she feared but desired. She didn't have time to think, only to feel.

Hinata yelped when he licked the valley between her breasts to follow its trail. Downwards towards the flat stomach, licking the belly button to make her hips rock forward before he captured her legs and spread it apart. Her face flushed when she realized that he was blowing on her womanhood with quick, warm breaths. His thumb separated her nether lips, touching the most secret places before he leaned forward to explore it further.

She thrashed around like a lovely fish at his ministrations. He was very good with his tongue and she wished that it would stop and never end at the same time. His loving care upon her womanhood led her to an almost violent climax wherein he stayed where he was, drinking her newfound joy.

Kissing him afterwards led her to taste herself on his lips. Now that she was ready, he caressed her whole body before he reached down to touch the warm wetness of her womanhood. Preparing her with a finger then two led her to sob and cry out in joy in his arms. A few kisses and a few thrusts let him know that she was ready to receive him.

Hinata lay beneath her husband, staring up at his deep blue eyes. He positioned himself and she gasped. Smiling slightly, he trailed tender kisses all over her face. "Trust me," he said simply.

With a nod, she steeled herself.

He bound them together with a tender thrust. She cried out in pain. He kissed her again and again, murmuring and brushing her tear-stained cheeks. He couldn't stand it when she cried. So he gritted his teeth and willed himself not to give in to the inevitable climax.

She clenched involuntarily when he kissed her neck. Groaning, he tried to move. She shuddered.

Smiling slightly, he gazed at her lovingly. "Okay?"

"Okay," Hinata whispered.

So he moved in the most ancient dance of lovers. Pushing inside and pulling out was sweetest torture. Hearing her cries and feeling her nails on his back added oil to the fire. It was too much; it was not enough. They were caught in the moment when time seemed to stop and the world paused for breath.

But they won't stop until they'd reached the highest peak. She held on, tighter and tighter, and cried for bliss. He forged on, bringing them both closer and closer to that elusive release.

Catching her lips and holding her gaze, he let go.

They climaxed together. Staying in the same momentum for so long had left him eager for it. Their orgasm went on and on until it seemed like forever. She shuddered and clenched around him until he also stopped.

Panting, Naruto lay his head down on her shoulder. She was breathing hard, as if she'd run a marathon. He lay down gently on her and held her tight. Their bodies glistened with light sweat. The room's rosy fragrance mixed in with the smell of sex.

"Amazing," he murmured. She smiled shakily. "I love you, Hinata."

"I love you too," she whispered.