Dear readers, this chapter is pure lemon. If you are not interested in explicit content (or if you are under 18), you can simply skip it — there is no plot in it.
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"What are you doing?" Kushina's voice was quiet and wary. Well, I guess you could call this making a move - if you can even call it that.
"Helping you. You don't mind, do you?" To prove my point, I guided Kushina's hand, stirring the diced potatoes that had started to stick to the bottom of the pan.
"No, but… you're standing awfully close." Still, her shoulders relaxed.
"That's just so I can help you keep your balance." Matching my words, I drew her a little closer with the arm I had around her waist. "I've never seen you tie your hair back."
"Sometimes I feel like if I do, I'll damage it." She didn't comment further on how close we were.
"No need. Your hair is beautiful just the way it is - it'd be a shame if anything happened to it." I let go of her hand and gently brushed her hair aside, exposing the soft, pale skin of her neck.
"Ah." She gasped, surprised, as my lips found the back of her neck. For some reason, that little sound turned me on even more than all my recent staring. Junior Akira was now fully awake.
I marked her neck with slow, deep kisses, each one a wetter, darker red than the last, feeling the little shiver that ran through her when my breath warmed her skin. My left hand drew slow circles over her flat but slightly soft stomach, inching lower, feeling the subtle flex of muscle under silk. I couldn't see Kushina's face, but since she wasn't showing any sign of resistance, I grew bolder.
The long skirt of her dress was a bit of a problem, but I had a solution. I slid my hand down to her thigh, grabbed a handful of fabric, and started to gather it up, little by little, exposing her legs in cool kitchen air.
Once the skirt was high enough, my hand slipped under it before the fabric could fall back into place.
"Mmm, Akira, stop… What if someone sees us?" she whispered, almost breathless, the spoon stalling in the pan.
"Don't worry. My clones will keep Naruko busy and let me know if she tries to come out." My palm cupped the swell of her mound, the lace of her panties slick and warm against my fingers. I started to trace the damp panel, teasing the seams. "Did you wear these because you like them, or were you expecting me?" They were lacy - the ones I'd given her.
"It's just a coincidence," she answered shyly, lowering her head a little.
The panties weren't in my way yet, so I let my fingers explore every sensitive spot I could find, mapping her through the fabric of my own handiwork.
Kushina, as one of my first test subjects in this area, was clearly enjoying my research, letting out muffled sounds - "mmm," "oh," "haa." Her breath fogged the air above the pan, and the faint smell of stew mingled with the warmer, headier scent blooming off her skin.
Figuring her bra was probably from the same set, I decided not to leave my right hand out of the fun. I held her hair aside with that hand and used my teeth to tug the zipper on the back of her dress, easing it down halfway to the small of her back. The little metal rasp sounded loud to me - and to her, judging by the way she trembled.
With the side of her dress open, I let her hair fall and sent my right hand to explore her undoubtedly gorgeous chest under the fabric. The lace met my fingertips - delicate, patterned, not the most forgiving to wear, but perfect to touch.
Not the most comfortable material for a bra, but it had its perks. For example, the gaps in the lace gave me partial direct access to her nipples. I found one through the weave, already tight, and brushed it.
Kushina's reaction came only after I gave her right nipple a gentle squeeze:
"Mmm." She might be a shinobi, and all that training might have dulled her sensitivity in some places, but her nipples were definitely not one of them. Then again… I bet even Guy's nipples are ripped.
I quickly chased away the image of Guy lifting weights with his nipples and refocused on my left hand.
Up, press close to the skin, down, and there we are - mission accomplished. The lace was soaked. I slid under the edge, fingers slipping over bare heat. Wow. I was definitely worked up, but Kushina was clearly just as far gone.
"Mhm?" Was that a surprised moan? Can she really express every emotion with just a moan? Well, I'll have time to find out.
A little higher, I found a soft patch of fuzz, trimmed and warm, but I didn't linger - no point. What was lower, though… Oh, thanks, Kushina, but you really didn't need to spread your legs for me - I've got plenty of access. Her knees eased apart on a breath, the motion helpless.
When my fingers finally focused on the most sensitive part of her, Kushina's moans grew deeper and more frequent. I wanted to explore her inner world, but judging by her state, she wouldn't last much longer. With my thumb and forefinger, I started to rub, squeeze, and twist her clit, careful at first, then tighter when she chased it with her hips.
The result was inevitable - after about twenty seconds, Kushina started to tremble. I had to grab her breast tightly to keep her from collapsing as her legs went weak.
"Can you keep going?" I asked, nibbling softly on her ear like a cat.
"Yes…" she answered, her voice thick with desire, "but the stew…"
I'm sure I'll regret this later, but that's a problem for future me. Pulling my hand out from under her skirt, I made a standard seal with my wet fingers, channeled my chakra, and created a clone beside me.
The clone, catching my intent, immediately transformed into Kushina and turned to the stove like a dutiful housewife double. Yeah, after dispelling six clones, I'll definitely have a headache.
Kushina, realizing what I was doing, quickly recovered, flashed me a bright, eager smile, and grabbed my hand, practically dragging me to her room.
I sat calmly on the edge of the bed, waiting for her to lock the door. She turned to me, and I was about to get up and undress her with a long, sensual kiss, but Kushina was faster. Before I could move, she straddled me, knees bracketing my hips, her arms wrapping around my neck and hauling me into a kiss.
Her kiss was commanding, her hips grinding against my erection, which pressed up against her ass.
As if reading my mind, Kushina broke the kiss, pressed her palm to my chest, and gently pushed me down, hinting for me to lie back.
And then she started to unwrap me. The renewed French kiss didn't slow her down at all as she undid my kimono with one hand.
Pushing up with my feet, I lifted my hips, and Kushina, with one swift motion, pulled my kimono out and tossed it aside. I watched it land on the back of a chair. Not bad - maybe she could toss used condoms into the trash with the same accuracy. Not that it matters - there aren't any condoms in this world… a problem, but with medical-nin, I doubt it'll be an issue.
With one move, I slid back to the center of the bed. As soon as my head hit the pillow, Kushina climbed on top of me. She gave me another kiss, then sat up and did a little striptease. Her house dress wasn't really made for it, so it didn't last long, but the way she peeled it down her body made my mouth go dry.
My cock, straining against my underwear, was making it very clear it had been cooped up too long, but Kushina didn't seem to mind. She sat on it deliberately, pressing her pussy against my lower stomach, riding the ridge of me through cotton, and leaned down toward my lips.
Did I say lips? I was wrong. This woman was out for revenge. My neck was suddenly caught between her lips, teeth, and tongue as she traced over the marks she'd left, almost as if she were trying to heal them with her tongue. She bit, soothed, and bit again, and I felt each sting melt into a rush of heat that went straight down.
Hm, I won't tell her that by tomorrow, there probably won't be a trace left. Ho-ho-ho, guys who cheat would probably kill for my regeneration.
I'm not a masochist, but I have to admit, this kind of thing turns me on.
From my neck, Kushina started to trail kisses lower… Hey, hey, where are you going? No, not the nipples!
A smack on her ass made my point, but when she looked up at me with a wild grin and sparkling eyes, I actually got a little nervous. Clearly, she'd try again in the future.
Her kisses finally reached the barrier of my underwear. Maybe remembering how I'd unzipped her dress with my teeth, she bit down on the waistband and started to pull it down, slow but steady. My cock, stubborn as ever, refused to help, standing at full attention and making it hard to free itself from the cotton prison. But Kushina's neck and back muscles were stronger, and with a sharp tug, she set it free. With a smack, it bounced up and hit her face, making her laugh.
"I'm already in love with it," she said. With me? Or with my cock? Should I be jealous? Heh, what a stupid thought… As for Kushina, she was in no hurry.
Makes sense - she'd just had an orgasm, and now she wanted to take her time exploring me.
She bent my cock from side to side with her finger, testing its firmness and resilience. Then she measured its length against her face, pressing her cheek to it. It covered her whole face. With her right hand, she checked the thickness, stroking me up and down a few times, palm barely closing, the skin of her hand hot and slightly damp.
"Haha, I can't even wrap my hand around it," she said, delighted. The whole thing was ridiculous, but her laughter was infectious, and I couldn't help but grin.
Then things got weird. She started sniffing it, pressing her nose to the shaft and running it along the length. She breathed in slow, greedily, like she wanted to keep the scent .
Um, Kushina, I don't mind, but is there some etiquette here about not doing anything too kinky before the first time? No? Or is it that once you're headed for sex, anything goes? Or maybe she's secretly an addict and there's a line of coke on my cock? Nah, unlikely, but it did look strange… and sexy. [ Image ]
I didn't even notice when her nose was replaced by her tongue, but as soon as she reached the tip, I leaned back into the pillow, giving in to the pleasure.
Her tongue, slick with saliva, covered every inch of my shaft, as if she were licking a popsicle. Long, slow stripes from base to tip, then a swirl around the crown. She took her time - at first, just tracing the veins with her tongue, following the ridges, mapping me like a careful cartographer. I could hear her quietly inhaling through her nose, like she was trying to imprint my scent and taste into her memory.
Then, unable to resist any longer, she dragged her tongue from the very base all the way up to the tip, collecting a bead of clear precum that had gathered there. Her tongue was hot and slick, and I couldn't hold back a low moan when she finally licked the head, lingering on the sensitive spot just beneath.
Kushina looked up at me from beneath her lashes, her eyes sparkling with mischief and hunger. She slowly wrapped her lips around the head, and I felt her tongue start to play with it - pressing, teasing, gently sucking. The wet heat of her mouth was maddening, and her saliva, mixing with my own slickness, made everything feel twice as intense. Each hollow of her cheeks pulled at me with soft suction, leaving my skin wet and cool where her breath ghosted.
She alternated between letting my cock slip from her mouth so she could run her tongue along its length, and taking me deeper, letting me feel her lips tighten around the shaft while her tongue hungrily slid along the underside. Every now and then, she'd graze me lightly with her teeth, a barely-there scrape that sent a shiver through me and a rush of heat straight to my core.
Kushina didn't neglect my balls, either - one hand gripped the base of my cock, snug and possessive, while the other gently rolled and caressed them, warm palms, careful fingers. The tug in my gut tightened.
Oral pleasure, for better or worse, didn't last long. Kushina decided to move on, and I was more than happy to let her take the lead. After all, a gentleman always lets the lady go first.
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