Fubuki's lithe body quivered beneath Minato's solid frame, her soft skin flushed with an intense, radiating warmth that made her feel like she was enveloped in a cocoon of fire.
The air in the room hung heavy with the mingled scents of their arousal—her subtle floral perfume mixed with his earthy musk, creating an intoxicating haze that clouded her senses. His strong arms caged her gently against the rumpled sheets, which were already damp with the faint sheen of sweat from their earlier embraces.
As he leaned down, pulling her into a deep, consuming kiss, his lips were firm yet tender, tasting of salt and faint sweetness from the wine they'd shared earlier. The kiss deepened, his tongue exploring hers with slow, deliberate strokes that sent shivers cascading down her spine, calming the frantic beat of her heart even as it ignited a deeper ache within her.
"Mmm… ah…" Fubuki's muffled moans escaped against his mouth, vibrating softly as her slender fingers roamed across the broad expanse of his back. She could feel every ridge and contour of his muscles—taut and powerful under her touch, flexing subtly with each breath he took.
The warmth of his skin seeped into her palms, grounding her in the moment, while the faint roughness of a day's stubble on his jaw grazed her cheek, adding a prickling contrast to the smoothness of his lips.
Her full, supple breasts pressed firmly against the hard planes of his chest, the friction of their bodies creating a delicious pressure that made her nipples harden into sensitive peaks. Each subtle shift sent jolts of pleasure through her, like tiny electric currents racing along her nerves.
As their kiss lingered, Minato's arousal—thick, hot, and insistent—nudged against the slick entrance of her core, the velvety tip teasing her folds with a promise that made her inner muscles clench in anticipation.
The heat building between them was overwhelming, her body feeling like a furnace stoked to its limits, every inch of her skin tingling with heightened sensitivity. When they finally parted, a thin, glistening strand of saliva connected their lips for a fleeting second before breaking, and Fubuki gasped, the cool air of the room rushing over her swollen lips, contrasting sharply with the feverish warmth of her flushed face.
Minato's dark eyes, intense and hooded with desire, locked onto hers, searching the depths of her emerald gaze for any sign of hesitation. His breath came in warm puffs against her skin, carrying the faint scent of mint from his earlier breath.
"Fubuki," he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that vibrated through her chest like a distant thunder, "I'm going to go further now. Tell me if it's too much, okay? I want this to feel right for you."
Her throat tightened, a lump forming as her heart pounded wildly, the sound echoing in her ears like a drumbeat.
The vulnerability of the moment washed over her, her pulse racing in her veins, making her fingertips tingle. She managed a small, trembling nod, her lips parting but no words emerging at first—only a soft, shaky exhale. Her fingers tightened on his shoulders, feeling the corded strength there, as if holding onto him could steady the whirlwind inside her.
The faint scent of their shared sweat mingled with the underlying aroma of lavender from the bedsheets, creating a sensory anchor in the midst of her nervousness.
With exquisite care, Minato began to ease forward, the heat of his arousal—radiating like molten lava—pressing into her with a slow, deliberate pressure. Fubuki's breath hitched sharply as she felt the overwhelming stretch, the sheer girth of him filling her inch by inch, sending waves of intense sensation rippling through her core.
It was a blend of sharp discomfort and budding pleasure, like a flame licking at her edges, hot and insistent. "Ahh… Minato, slow… please…" Her voice cracked, raw and breathy, laced with a vulnerability that made her cheeks burn hotter. Her nails dug into his skin, leaving faint crescent marks, as her body tensed, every muscle coiling like a spring.
The slick sounds of their joining filled the quiet room, a soft, intimate whisper that amplified the moment's rawness.
He halted immediately, his body going still above her, though she could feel the subtle tremor in his muscles from the effort of restraint. His eyes softened, concern etching faint lines around them, and he whispered, "I've got you, Fubuki. Just breathe with me." Lowering his head, he trailed a path of gentle kisses along the curve of her breast, his lips warm and plush against her sensitive skin.
The faint rasp of his stubble added a textured friction that made her gasp, while his tongue flicked lightly over her nipple, tasting the salty tang of her sweat. The sensation was soothing yet arousing, a cool contrast to the heat building within her, sending goosebumps prickling across her arms and down her sides.
Her breathing slowed, deepening into rhythmic inhales that matched his, the air filling her lungs with the heady mix of their scents.
"Does that feel better?" he asked, his breath hot and teasing against her damp skin, his voice a soothing murmur that wrapped around her like a blanket. He nuzzled gently, his nose brushing the underside of her breast, inhaling her scent as if to memorize it.
She nodded, a tentative smile curving her lips despite the lingering ache, her body beginning to relax under his attentive care. The tension in her muscles eased, replaced by a growing warmth that spread from her core outward, making her toes curl against the sheets.
"Y-Yes… it does. I'm ready now. Keep going, Minato." Her voice gained a hint of resolve, though it still trembled with the thrill of the unknown, her fingers sliding up to thread through his thick, dark hair, feeling the silky strands slip between them.
Encouraged by her words, Minato resumed his movement, his hips shifting with measured control. Each inch he advanced deepened the connection, the heat of him pulsing inside her, surrounded by her tight, velvety walls that clenched instinctively.
Fubuki's moans escalated, a melodic cascade of sounds—"Ahh… oh…"—that echoed off the walls, her voice husky and unrestrained. The sensation was multifaceted: the burning stretch giving way to a profound fullness, the friction creating sparks of pleasure that radiated through her abdomen, making her hips twitch involuntarily.
She could feel the subtle veins along his length, the way her body yielded and adapted, the slick glide amplified by her growing arousal. The room seemed to narrow to just them—the creak of the bed frame beneath their weight, the wet, rhythmic sounds of their union, the rapid tattoo of her heartbeat syncing with his.
After what felt like an endless, exquisite eternity of careful thrusts—each one drawing out gasps and sighs from her—he was fully seated within her, their bodies locked in perfect union. Fubuki's breaths came in quick, shallow pants, her chest rising and falling against his, the friction of their sweat-slicked skin adding to the sensory overload.
She could feel every nuance: the throbbing heat of him deep inside, the way her inner walls fluttered around him, the pressure building like a coiled spring ready to release. The air was thick with the musky scent of their passion, her senses drowning in it all—the taste of salt on her lips from biting them, the faint metallic tang in her mouth from her racing pulse.
"Minato…" she whispered, her voice a breathy tremor filled with awe and a touch of wonder, her emerald eyes half-lidded as she gazed up at him. "It's so… so intense. Your heat, your size—I can feel you everywhere, filling me completely. It's like you're part of me now." Her hands roamed lower, tracing the dip of his spine, feeling the play of muscles as he held himself steady, her touch light and exploratory, savoring the warmth and strength beneath her fingertips.
He offered a soft, reassuring smile, his usually stoic features softened by the intimacy of the moment, a bead of sweat trickling down his temple to drip onto her collarbone, cooling her heated skin. "You're doing amazingly, Fubuki," he murmured, his voice a deep timbre that resonated through her body. "Just let go and feel it all. I'm right here, and we'll take it as slow as you need." His large hands slid to her waist, fingers splaying wide to encompass her curves, thumbs tracing lazy, soothing circles over her hip bones.
The gentle pressure grounded her, easing any residual tension, while the calluses on his palms added a rough texture that contrasted beautifully with her smoothness.
Leaning down once more, he captured her lips in a slow, languid kiss, his tongue dancing with hers in a rhythm that mirrored their joined bodies.
The taste of him—warm, masculine, with a hint of urgency—flooded her senses, making her moan into his mouth. Their bodies pressed even closer, skin sliding against skin with a slick glide, hearts pounding in unison like a shared drum. Fubuki's legs wrapped tentatively around his hips, pulling him deeper, her heels digging into the firm muscles of his thighs.
The shift intensified everything: the heat, the pressure, the overwhelming sense of completeness.
As she began to adjust fully, her body surrendering to the sensations, Fubuki's moans softened into contented sighs. The initial discomfort had transformed into a building wave of pleasure, each subtle movement sending ripples through her—warmth spreading to her fingertips and toes, her skin prickling with goosebumps despite the heat.
The room's dim light cast soft shadows over their entwined forms, highlighting the gleam of sweat on Minato's shoulders, the way her pale skin contrasted with his tanned tone. She could hear the faint rustle of sheets with every shift, the quiet creak of the bed, all underscoring the intimacy of their connection.
In that moment, time seemed to stretch, the world outside fading into irrelevance. Fubuki arched slightly, her breasts brushing against his chest again, reigniting those electric sparks. The sensory tapestry—the scents, sounds, tastes, and touches—wove together into something profound, a shared experience that bound them closer than words ever could.
Minato's hands explored her sides, tracing the curve of her ribs, feeling the rapid flutter of her breath, his touch both possessive and tender. They lingered there, bodies attuned, ready to explore the depths of this new intimacy at their own pace
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