Thud.
Fubuki shoved Minato onto the plush bed, the mattress sinking under his weight with a soft creak. She climbed atop him, her silk kimono whispering against his skin, her emerald eyes blazing with fierce determination.
The air hung heavy with the faint scent of cherry blossoms from her hair, mingling with the musky undertone of his cologne. "This is going to be the best night you've ever had with any woman," she declared, her voice a sultry purr that sent shivers down his spine, before crashing her full, glossy lips against his.
Mmmh… so this is kissing, she thought, the warmth of his mouth enveloping hers like velvet fire.
It was her first—soft yet insistent, tasting faintly of mint and desire, tongues dancing in a rhythm that made her pulse thunder in her ears. His hands roamed her back, calloused fingers tracing the curve of her spine with electric slowness, until they cupped her firm ass, squeezing with a grip that ignited sparks of heat deep in her core.
She broke the kiss, gasping as waves of pleasure rippled through her like molten silk, her breath hot and ragged against his neck. His hands kneaded her cheeks possessively, the pressure sending tingles radiating outward.
Spotting the smug smirk curling his lips, annoyance flared in her chest like a spark on dry tinder. "Why are you smirking?" she demanded, her fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, the fabric cool and crisp under her touch.
"Just enjoying your reactions," he replied smoothly, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her body as he sat up, the bed shifting beneath them.
"Hmph. You're experienced in this… but once I get the hang of it, you'll be the one begging beneath me." She tossed the shirt aside with a soft whoosh, revealing his chiseled torso—rippling abs glistening faintly in the dim lamplight, broad shoulders etched with taut muscles that begged to be traced. The sight made her mouth water, a salty tang forming on her tongue.
"I look forward to that day." His gaze locked on hers, intense and unyielding. Her expression twisted into one of wide-eyed awe.
"Surprised?"
Her cheeks burned crimson, heat flooding her face like a summer blaze. "It's my first time this close to a man… seeing him half-naked. Of course I'm embarrassed."
Emboldened, she rolled her hips against his crotch, feeling the hard ridge of his arousal press insistently through the fabric, sending jolts of friction that made her inner thighs quiver. She threaded her fingers through his thick hair, the strands soft and slightly damp with sweat, and drew him into a slow, lingering kiss—their lips melding with a wet, smacking sound that echoed in the quiet room.
The kiss deepened for a full minute, passionate yet unhurried, his tongue exploring her mouth with a flavor that was all him—warm, addictive, laced with the subtle bitterness of anticipation. Minato let her lead, his large hands settling on her slender waist, thumbs circling the smooth, heated skin there, tracing its delicate curve and making her shiver.
"Mmmmh…" A soft moan escaped her as she pulled back, breathless, her lips swollen and tingling.
"Can you stand? I want to take off my pants," he whispered into her ear, his breath hot and moist, tickling the sensitive shell and raising goosebumps along her neck.
She obeyed, rising on unsteady legs as he stripped down to his underwear, the zipper's rasp cutting through the tension. The fabric strained against a massive bulge, his sculpted body now fully on display—veins tracing over hard muscles, skin warm and flushed. Her eyes widened, mouth watering at the sight, a thick swallow audible in the silence as anticipation coiled tight in her belly like a spring.
"Need help with that?" He stood before her, towering and teasing, his presence overwhelming, the heat radiating from his body like a furnace.
Her mind blanked, thoughts dissolving in a haze of desire. She nodded mutely, her heart pounding like a drum.
He undressed her with agonizing slowness, fingers brushing her feverish skin—trailing fire down her arms, over her collarbone—as the kimono pooled at her feet with a silken sigh. She stood vulnerable in dark green bra and panties that matched her flowing hair, the lace cool against her heated flesh, her curves heaving with each shallow breath.
His hands found her breasts, squeezing with expert pressure that made her nipples harden into aching peaks, the sensation shooting straight to her core like liquid lightning. "Mmmh… take it off," she begged, her voice husky and trembling, arching into his touch as the scent of her arousal began to perfume the air.
One flick, and her bra was gone, discarded across the room with a faint thud. Now his hands roamed freely—teasing the sensitive skin of her neck, kneading her full breasts with rough palms that sent sparks dancing across her nerves, gripping her ass as she ground against his throbbing groin, the friction hot and insistent through the thin barrier.
"You're really grinding that ass on me," he growled, his voice gravelly with lust, reveling in the plush give of her cheeks, his fingers digging in deep enough to leave faint marks, the slap of skin on skin punctuating each movement.
"Mmm… Am I beautiful?" she purred, lost in the sensation of his hands—warm, possessive—and the hard length pressing against her, pulsing with heat that made her thighs slick.
"Stunning," he said, spinning her around to meet her gaze, his eyes dark pools of hunger, before delivering a sharp spank to her ass—the crack echoing like a whip, a bloom of stinging heat spreading outward.
"Ahhh!" Electricity surged through her—pure, unfamiliar ecstasy, her skin prickling with aftershocks. Before she could recover, he seized her cheeks again, squeezing hard, the pressure bordering on pain but flooding her with pleasure.
"Ahhmm!" Another spank, the impact vibrating through her bones, then he yanked her into a deep, devouring kiss—lips bruising, tongues clashing with wet urgency—his hands locked on her ass, kneading relentlessly as her moans vibrated against his mouth.
"Mmmmmh… mmm!" She moaned into him, the sound muffled and desperate, her body melting under the onslaught of sensations: the taste of him, the sting on her skin, the ache building between her legs.
In a fluid motion, Minato scooped her up—her legs wrapping around his waist instinctively, the cool air kissing her exposed skin—and tossed her onto the bed. She yelped in surprise, a high-pitched squeal, bouncing lightly on the sheets that smelled of fresh linen and their mingled scents.
He shed his underwear with a swift tug, revealing his cock—thick, veined, imposingly large, the tip glistening with precum that caught the light. That's… going inside me? Her heart raced, a mix of nerves and raw excitement making her gulp, her mouth dry despite the flood of saliva earlier. I want it. All of it. The sight made her pussy clench, wetness trickling down her thighs.
He climbed onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight, and spanked her ass again—the sharp crack followed by a wave of burning pleasure. "Ahhh!" With a savage rip, her panties were gone, the fabric tearing with a satisfying snap, exposing her dripping pussy to the cool air, her folds slick and swollen.
"You're soaked," he murmured, his voice a dark caress, fingers grazing her slick folds—slippery, warm, sending jolts of ecstasy arcing through her body like fireworks. Her hips bucked involuntarily, the first intimate touch igniting her nerves, heat flooding her core, face burning with a flush that spread down her chest.
"Don't be nervous," he soothed, voice low and commanding, his breath fanning over her skin as he leaned in close, the scent of his arousal thick and heady. "You're going to love every second."
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