The air in the room was thick with heat, the faint scent of jasmine lingering from Tsunade's skin as her golden hair cascaded over her shoulders, shimmering in the dim glow of the lantern.
Minato's hands roamed her curves, his fingers tracing the soft, warm expanse of her hips as she straddled him, her thighs pressing firmly against his sides. The bed creaked softly beneath them, a quiet rhythm that matched the slow, deliberate grind of her hips against his.
"Ohhh… Minato…" Tsunade's voice was a sultry purr, her breath hitching as she rocked forward, her body moving with a sensual grace that made his pulse race. "You're… so deep… mmmh…" Her words melted into a moan, her full lips parting as her head tilted back, exposing the elegant curve of her neck.
Minato's blue eyes gleamed with mischief and desire as he gazed up at her, his hands sliding from her waist to cup her voluptuous breasts. "Gods, Tsunade," he murmured, his voice low and husky, "you're a vision like this… bouncing on me, so damn beautiful." His thumbs brushed over her sensitive peaks, eliciting a sharp gasp from her as her body arched into his touch.
"Minato… ahhh… don't tease me like that!" she whimpered, her hands pressing against his chiseled chest for leverage as she picked up her pace, her hips rolling in a slow, tantalizing rhythm. The slick heat of her body enveloped him, each movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through them both. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room—a soft, wet phak, phak, phak that mingled with her breathy moans and his low groans.
"Tease?" Minato chuckled, his voice dripping with playful challenge. "I'm just enjoying the show, Tsunade. Look at you… all flushed and needy." He squeezed her breasts gently, his fingers kneading the soft flesh as he leaned up to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone. His teeth grazed her skin, just enough to make her shiver. "You like it when I touch you like this, don't you?"
"Mmmh… you know I do…" she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as she rode him harder, her movements growing more desperate. "Ohhh… Minato, you're gonna drive me crazy!" Her voice was a mix of pleasure and frustration, her body trembling as his cock hit all the right spots inside her, each thrust sending sparks of ecstasy through her core.
He grinned, his hands sliding down to grip her hips, guiding her movements with a possessive edge.
"Good," he growled softly, his voice thick with desire. "I want you wild, Tsunade. I want you screaming my name." His fingers dug into her skin, urging her to move faster, deeper, as he thrust up to meet her, their bodies finding a perfect, primal rhythm.
"Ahhh… Minato…!" Her moan was louder now, unrestrained, as her body tightened around him, her pussy clenching with every thrust. The sensation was electric, her warmth enveloping him completely as she leaned forward, pressing her breasts against his chest. "You feel… so good… so perfect…" she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear, her breath hot and teasing.
He groaned, his hands roaming up her back, tangling in her hair as he pulled her closer. "You're the perfect one," he murmured, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss. Their tongues danced, a hungry edge to the way they devoured each other, the taste of her sweet and intoxicating. "The way you move… the way you sound… it's driving me insane."
Tsunade broke the kiss with a soft laugh, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she slowed her movements, deliberately teasing him with a languid grind of her hips. "Oh? Insane, huh?" she purred, her voice dripping with seduction. "Maybe I should slow down then… make you beg for it."
Minato's eyes darkened, a playful growl rumbling in his chest. "Don't you dare," he warned, his hands gripping her ass firmly, pulling her down onto him with a sharp thrust that made her cry out. "You're not getting off that easy, Tsunade."
"Ohhh…!" Her moan was a mix of surprise and delight, her body shuddering as he took control, guiding her hips in a relentless rhythm. "Minato… you're… ahhh… so bad…" Her words were punctuated by gasps, her breasts bouncing with each movement, a sight that made his mouth water.
"Bad?" he teased, his voice rough with lust. "I'm just giving you what you want, princess." He leaned up, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking gently as his tongue swirled around the sensitive bud.
The sensation sent a jolt through her, her moans growing louder, more desperate.
"Mmmh… yes… just like that…" Tsunade's hands fisted in the sheets, her body trembling as waves of pleasure crashed over her. "Minato… I'm… I'm so close…" Her hips moved faster now, chasing that sweet release, her breath coming in short, ragged pants.
He could feel it too—the way her body tightened, the way her moans grew more frantic. "Come for me, Tsunade," he urged, his voice a low, commanding whisper. "Let me feel you… let me hear you." His hands gripped her hips, guiding her through the final, frenzied moments, each thrust pushing her closer to the edge.
"Ohhh… Minato…!" Her cry was raw, uninhibited, as her body convulsed, her climax washing over her in a tidal wave of pleasure. She clung to him, her nails raking down his chest as she rode out the ecstasy, her pussy pulsing around him, pulling him deeper.
The sight of her—flushed, trembling, lost in pleasure—was enough to push Minato over the edge. With a guttural groan, he thrust up one last time, spilling inside her as his own release crashed through him, his hands gripping her tightly as they rode the waves together.
For a moment, they stayed like that, bodies entwined, breaths mingling in the afterglow. Tsunade collapsed onto his chest, her hair splayed across his skin like a golden veil. "Mmm… Minato…" she murmured, her voice soft and sated. "That was… incredible."
He chuckled, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her back. "You're incredible," he corrected, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "But… we might need to talk about something."
Tsunade lifted her head, her eyes narrowing playfully. "Oh, no you don't," she said, poking his chest. "No work talk when I'm still catching my breath. Just… focus on me, okay?"
He laughed, pulling her closer. "Fair enough," he said, his voice warm with affection. "But just so you know… you're my favorite distraction."
She smirked, leaning in to kiss him softly. "Good answer," she whispered against his lips, her body still pressed against his, their connection unbroken.
Outside, Jiraiya stood frozen, his heart a tangled mess of emotions. The sounds of their passion, the intimacy of their words—it was a stark reminder of what he'd lost.
Tsunade was no longer his, not in the way he'd once dreamed. Her heart, her body, her soul—they belonged to Minato now, their love a fire that burned brighter than anything Jiraiya could have offered. And yet, as he turned away, a bittersweet smile tugged at his lips. She was happy. And maybe, just maybe, that was enough.
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