Sasuke Uchiha Lemon/Baby Daddy - Curling Passion and Crashing Waves - Request

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                It had been a long road for him. He had been damaged, broken, and shattered. He had accepted darkness and strayed from his path. He had abandoned those who cared for him, although it was clear to him now that they had never given up on him. Not all of them anyway.

                The woman in front of him, she had never strayed, she had never faltered in her belief in him. As far as he had been lost in shadow, he had always been anchored to her. Because of her, he had found his way home. 

                The war had been over for a few years now. Life in the Leaf village had gone back to the way it was before. Loud, busy, filled with smiles and laughter. But that’s not where he was. He had finally married her, this girl who had stood with him through everything. It couldn’t have been easy for her, weathering the storm that his actions had brought upon her, but that’s who she was. And Sasuke could finally admit that he loved her, utterly, and completely.

                “Eh, Sasuke,” She said, her eyes flashing at him like sapphires, her voice light and teasing. “You’re not going to spend our entire honeymoon just looking at the ocean are you?” Her feet shifted in the white sands as she looked at him.

                True, they had come to a beautiful spot, the turquoise waters lapped at the beach, and the faint lull of breaking waves could be heard in the distance. It was a sight like no other, but how could he be looking at the ocean when he could look at her? How could he possibly do anything else but admire the swell of her breasts and the curve of her behind? How could he ignore the long dark hair framing her face, and the slim arms that lifted to place a hand on her hip?

                “Eri.” He said, his voice coarse like the sand. He stretched out a hand, seeing the curious grin pulling at her lips as she placed her fingers delicately in his. With a jerk he pulled her forwards, her body stumbling against his as she lost her footing.

“I love you.” He said. It was simple, his love for her. After all the complexities and the lies, this simple feeling cleansed him. Her eyes softened as she stood on tiptoes, “I love you too, baka.” He chuckled, leaning down the rest of the way to press his lips to hers.

                Eri never tired of kissing Sasuke. It startled her every time, how it could somehow balance a breath of fresh air and a deep burning hunger. A hand smoothed up the firm expanse of his chest, curling around the back of his neck to pull him down further into her. She could feel his smirk growing as his tongue brushed against hers, teasing her. She wasn’t one to back down, nor was she one to dance around her objective. How could she be expected to stop herself when he was kissing her like this? Kissing her with a passion that set her desires alight. The beach was deserted, not that it really would have stopped her if it hadn’t been. Her free hand moved boldly, letting him know exactly where she was going.

                “You’re half-hard already, Sasuke.” She teased, before he captured her lips again, kissing her deeper as she slipped her hand under his waistband to palm him without the bothersome barrier of clothes. A groan vibrated through their kiss as she squeezed him, moving her hand slowly along the length of him, her small footsteps pushing him backwards.

                 She released him, both of her hands sliding to his waistband to force it down past his muscled thighs. She broke the kiss again, much to his displeasure, and lightly pushed him back. He stumbled and fell into the seat, not realising she had moved them to where their beach chairs were. He looked back at her to see her towering over him, for once. She revelled in the feeling for a moment, before kneeling herself, slinking down to the ground and glancing up at Sasuke with mischievous eyes. His face was unreadable, masked as usual, the only sign of weakness being the blazing fire in his eyes. But that wasn’t enough, she wanted to see him raw, she wanted to see him crumble and call out her name. These thoughts filled her mind, increasing her own need that was pounding at her core, but she pushed that away for now, her release would come later. Her fingertips traced lightly over his hard erection, thumb lightly smearing the pre-cum over the tip. She saw his jaw flex and bit the inside of her cheek in laughter. The anticipation was killing him.

                But Eri wasn’t unkind, and Sasuke’s need was growing with every second she wasted. She had wondered about this for a long time now, how would he taste, how would he react, how would it feel to have him at her mercy? Her tongue flicked out, running along the slit. Above her, Sasuke took a breath, a hand winding in her hair. It was this hand that convinced her to stop playing, Sasuke needed her.   

                He had told himself he was ready for whatever she would throw at him, but nothing could have prepared him for this. Her hot throat clenching around his shaft. The flat of her tongue dragging against the underside of him, swirling around his tip when she withdrew her head. He stared, transfixed. His nails dug into his leg as he ground his teeth. Her lips were tight around him as her head bobbed, a glistening sheen of saliva coated him now, allowing her to move faster and faster. His hips bucked up against her, her palms on his hips doing nothing to stop the movement. He couldn’t control himself, his eyes scrunched closed, his head rolling back on his shoulders.

                Don’t cum, don’t cum, he chanted in his mind, but his body was ignoring him, blood pounding in his ears and blocking out anything else, anything but her and her wet lips around his cock.

                “aargh,” he groaned, so close, so close, he could feel it-

                Her mouth released him with a wet ‘pop’ and she smirked up at him, licking her lips. He didn’t have time to recover before she stood, extending her hand like he had to her earlier,

                “What do you say we go inside?”  

*

                As soon as their hotel door shut behind them, Eri was pressed up against it, her lips quickly captured by the man crushing his body to hers. His mouth was hot and needy, taking everything she had, everything she offered him. She could feel him everywhere, his lips, his firm chest, his fingers as they drifted to her hips… She broke the kiss, looking at him with wide eyes. He chuckled lowly, pecking her lips before slowly kneeling down in front of her, fingertips pressing her hips back into the door before lazily popping open the button and pulling down her shorts.

                Her cheeks flushed as she looked away. The sight was… indescribable. The sight of hem kneeling before her, eyes looking up at her. Her usual arrogant and strong personality left her, fleeing like wisps of smoke. She had been so confident out on the beach, but now she wasn’t in control, Sasuke was.  

                He seemed to know her thoughts, smirking against her skin as he nipped at her inner thigh. She’d played with him, so he was certainly not going to back down from this little game she’d started. He pressed his face close to her, burying his nose in the scent of her and breathing deeply.

“Sasuke-!” She squealed at the sensation, but he just snickered, hooking his fingers in her panties and dragging them down her hips, almost losing control as he heard her whimper above him. He could feel his cock twitching as his eyes latched to her core. The lips were glistening, swollen, ready for him. And he didn’t stand a chance really, not a chance of stopping himself.

She gasped and clutched a hand in his hair, dragging him closer, deeper. Heat built in her thighs, electricity ran to her heart, a coiling of iron in her stomach.

“Ahh-”

His tongue curled around her clit, tendrils of heat spreading throughout her. He heaved a leg over his shoulder, leaning in closer, mouth moving lower to stretch his tongue inside her. She bucked up into him, her mind lost in sensations, her eyes far away and unseeing. He groaned against her, he couldn’t get enough. The taste of her, the feel of her thigh pressing against of his neck, her breathless sighs. It all drove him wilder, waking something inside of him.

He jerked away, standing and crashing his mouth to the lips that pouted at his move. His tongue ran along her lower lip, and she was not one to deny him access, not now. Not now when she could taste herself on her tongue, and it was somehow so erotic. His hands tugged at the bottom of her shirt, pulling it over her head.

Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes bright and alive, now that she’d regained her consciousness. Now that she realised Sasuke was fully clothed. She flew against his shirt buttons, quickly shrugging it over his shoulders and then her nimble fingers were at his pants. Her eyes met his, wide and questioning as his hands grasped hers, stopping her.

But he just leaned in again, kissing her. And it was as if their cloud of passion was pierced by fresh sunlight, kissing her slowly and gently, but just as deeply, his tongue ravaging her mouth leaving her breathless. But she didn’t want to breathe, not it if meant her lips had to leave his. He freed her wrists to cup her jaw, and she continued, slower this time, popping the button and sliding his pants and boxers to the ground in one smooth drop.

Winking at him, she eased out of his grasp, stepping lightly over to the bed. His eyes never left her, narrowed and focused. She perched on the edge, hands reaching up and unclasping her bra, the only offending piece of clothing clinging to her body. She tossed it aside, it landed somewhere but Sasuke couldn’t care less where. He lunged over to her, completely forgetting about the clothing still wrapped around his ankles. He stumbled, tripping and falling on her, pushing her back to lay on the bed.

She laughed, breaking the tension and he couldn’t help but admire how beautiful she was, again. It struck him every time, but there was something about this moment. Her dark hair was spread out around her, a stark contrast against her luminous skin. Her blue eyes were somehow brighter, like the ocean itself had been crystallised there. He glared at her for laughing, but there was no effort behind it, a reflexive rebuff at her laugh which continued as he wiggled his feet free.

Then her laugh died, fading like a breeze as she gazed up at him, not able to stop herself from leaning up and kissing him. They’d both been imagining this moment, but neither could have foreseen the emotions that would wash over them, crashing against them like the waves outside. The love for each other, the happiness they felt in their little corner of the world, the desire to finally become one.

His hips pressed down against her, as if to test how it felt to be bare against her for the first time. He rocked, dragging his cock against her core, feeling her juices slide against the underside of him. The heat, oh god.

“Sasuke…” She whispered, a plea, a wish for him.

He nodded, lining himself up with her, eyes threatening to flutter closed as felt his tip spread her lips around him. But he wouldn’t close his eyes, he would watch her. He would see her mouth open in a gasp as he parted her, he would see her eyes widen as she felt herself splitting in two. He peppered her face in kisses, her jaw, the base of her ears, her temples. He covered her in attention as he sheathed himself inside her, feeling her stiffen.

He tensed his jaw, how could he keep still? He had to give her time, time to get used to it, but she was so hot, so snug, squeezing him tight-

Her hips bucked and he moaned, burying his face in her neck, he would wait, he would wait!

“Go,” she murmured, her voice low with desire, desire to feel him, to feel more of him. He moved slowly, pulling his hips slowly out of her, shifting back in. But he couldn’t keep that pace forever, his mind was running faster, his body moving on its own. He sucked at her neck, pulling at the skin gently between his teeth. A moan vibrated her chest, and he moved faster, harder.

She bucked with him, legs wrapping around his waist, urging him faster, calling him deeper. Her throat stretched, head falling back as she called out. Her hands splayed out against his back, warm fingertips pressing against his spine, shivers wracked through his body. She was gaining herself again, dying to do to him what he did to her, dying to shatter him.

He sensed this, smirking. Would she ever let something not be a competition? He withdrew, leaving her empty. She looked at him, eyes angry and full of that fire he loved, legs protesting as he untangled himself. Her confusion made her ignore the pillow he pulled down and placed next to her. His hand drifted to her shoulder, prying under her and quickly flipping her. She let out another indignant cry as he surprised her.     

She looked over her shoulder at him, startled at the burning she saw in his eyes. She felt more vulnerable, she was completely exposed to him like this. Her hips were raised for him to admire, propped up by the pillow. He ducked down, kissing her inner thigh, missing the place she wanted him the most. He wasn’t slow this time, he had more important things to attend to. His tongue dragged against her lower back, the small angel wing tattoo there, moving up her body. His lips stopped at her shoulder blade, the flat of his tongue rough against the skin there. His hands grasped her wrists, pinning them by her head. He could tell she was about to bite out a retort, some snide comment that melted into a moan as he slid himself back into her, staying there for a moment to revel in the feeling for a moment. She pressed back into him, craving the touch of his base pressing deliciously against her clit. And then he was thrusting again, faster than before. She couldn’t stop herself from bucking back into him, not that she wanted to! Every meeting of their hips sent fire running through her, turning her blood to molten iron, tightening the coil inside her.

Her face was pressed sideways into the bed, her eyes closed and lips parted. He could feel her squirming again, trying to gain control, to get the upper hand but it was impossible in this position. Like this, he had complete dominance, he was in ultimate control.

Her mid was fuzzy, thoughts flew away before she could fully form them, fragments of sentences littering her brain between the firing of ecstasy and the groans passing her lips. Sasuke’s chest was pressed against her back, warm and comforting, but that atmosphere was gone. Gone was the gentle lovemaking, his hips were snapping fitfully against her, losing himself in her.

But she was losing herself too, she could feel it, feel herself about to explode, could see the spattering of stars at the edge of her vision.

“Stop, stop.” She gasped, not quite ready for this to be over. Not quite ready to collapse onto the bed with him, to be done with him. He looked at her, “not yet.” She said, a smirk pulling at the edge of her lips as she saw her chance.

Sasuke was taken aback, a blur of sheets and painted walls and then he was on his back, lying down on the mattress with her above him, her mischief and confident nature back in full, and ready for payback. She dragged up his cock, not waiting as she slammed herself down on him. Her head fell back on her shoulders, the faint twinge of pain as he stretched her was nothing compared to the fullness she felt, the bliss as he filled her. She leaned down, her hands running up his strong arms, capturing his wrists by his head in a mock gesture of what he’d done to her. She brushed her lips against his, darting back as he tried to kiss her. She rolled her hips, circling atop him. His eyes rolled closed as his hands flexed against his ‘restraints’. Lifting her hips slowly, she crashed back down, keeping her tempo this time.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off her, as much as they almost closed every time she wrapped herself around his base, squeezing him and shattering his thoughts to splinters. He couldn’t look away as she sat up, riding him like she belonged there, the curve of her hips rising and dropping around him, the bounce of her breasts in time. The expression on her face. She leaned back, hands bracing on his thighs, eyes fluttering closed at the new angle. His hands clutched at her waist, forcing her down on him, guiding her hips against his as he bucked up against her.

Until he couldn’t stay down any more, he couldn’t stay so far away, he needed more of her, needed to be closer, feel her against him. He lurched up, sitting tall against her as she continued to ride him,  Their lips met in a fury, clashing of teeth and bitten lips. Her hips moved faster, crashing harder against him and she could feel herself unravelling again, but he needed to cum first, she needed him to. But she was rising fast, his tongue was swirling around her nipples, teeth closing around it and pulling at her. She stopped moving, hilting herself on him. Her legs moved, sliding up and one by one, hooking around his shoulders and she forgot her plan as she felt herself stretch and tighten around him. He seemed to fill her so much more, he was everywhere at once.

This new move had obviously affected him as well. His breathing had quickened, his eyes closed tight as he regained control of himself. He was stronger than this, he could resist as her pussy clenched around him. He could resist as he felt a pleasure he’d never felt before rose in his gut.

His hands slid to her back, cupping her firm ass, squeezing it between his fingers. He lifted her, needing the friction, needing the movement. Her head fell back in ecstasy, cries of her lovers name echoing around the room as he pounded up into her.

Nothing mattered anymore, who was in control, who was saying whose name, who was kissing who. All that mattered was the rhythmic pounding of his cock, the tight clench of her pussy, the furious clash of lips. All that mattered was the rising, the climbing, the knot that was tightening inside of each of them. It didn’t matter who came first. Neither could have told you, they were too caught up in each other, the curling of toes and gripping of fingers. In lips parted wide in ecstasy, in teeth gritted in pleasure. They soared, tied to nothing but each other, seeing nothing but each other.

She wasn’t quite sure how she made it to be wrapped in the sheets, legs tangled in Sasuke’s as he gazed down at her. Their chests rose in heaving breaths, mouths grinning as they laughed breathlessly. They kissed messily, eyes drifting closed as they surrendered to exhaustion.

It was light when Eri awoke, light enough to be midday. She lay on her side, and could feel Sasuke curled around her. His hand was idly twirling a lock of her hair between his fingers, “how long have you been awake?” She mumbled, blinking away her tiredness.

He kissed her shoulder lightly, “not long. How do you feel?”

She was about to retort, she felt fine! And then she felt the dull thud in her thighs, the tenderness in her breasts. He chuckled as if he could read her mind, pressing another soft kiss to her back. “We’ll take it slower next time.” He promised, but she could still feel a smirk on the lips he pressed against her. She looked back, his dark eyes watching her carefully, his lips moving to capture hers in a slow, morning kiss.

Then she felt something else, a hardness that pressed against her butt that she knew could only be one thing.

“Already Sasuke?” She murmured against his lips, obviously not protesting in the least.

“Can you blame me?” he muttered back, “I’m in bed with my beautiful, naked wife.” His hand crept around her, gently rolling a tender nipple between his fingers. Her head fell back into the pillow as he moved along her neck, kissing the dark marks he had left the night before.

She felt the rush to her core. Screw being tired she thought, screw her exhausted limbs and her weary muscles.

She felt his other hand creep down to where her need was pooling, felt his erection rock against her, sliding between her thighs.

Oh yeah, forget about resting, this was what she needed.

***

                Eri’s hands were submerged in warm soapy water, a plate between her fingers as she scrubbed with a sponge. She hadn’t gotten very far, only the plate and halfway through a cup, when a chest pressed against her back and hands skimmed down to grasp hers in the water.

                “I told you to rest.” Sasuke said, his tone clear that this was a frequent occasion for them.

                “I can’t just sit and do nothing.” She said back, continuing to work on the cup. His hands came back up, resting on her swollen belly.

                “For me?” He asked, rubbing smooth circles. Her shirt was damp now from the suds on his hands. She sighed, turning in his grasp. His hands braced on the counter, caging her between them.

                “Sasuke, I’m washing dishes. It’s not exactly strenuous.” She’d never pictured him to be this protective, but this type of behaviour had only grown with her pregnancy, doubling respectively when he found out she was having twins.    

                Ignoring her words, he gripped her hand and pulled her away from the sink, giving her a half-hearted glare at the bubbles she flicked in his hair.

***

                “Kai!” Eri called as the little boy ran past her heading for the door. He looked back, the blue eyes identical to his mother’s looking guilty as he knew he was caught.

                “Where do you think you’re going?” Eri asked, hands on her hips as she playfully scolded her son, but they both knew he wasn’t actually in trouble.

                “Outside.” He mumbled.

                “And when we go outside what do we need?” She asked. He mumbled something under his breath. “Pardon?”

                Another voice piped up from around her knees, “He needs sun cream,” it said smartly. Eri laughed, glancing at her daughter. Mi was holding the bottle in her hands, looking at her brother as if silently challenging him. After their little staring contest, Kai walked back from the door, taking the sun cream that Mi held out to him and squeezing it onto his little palms.

                Eri smiled fondly at her children, eyes flickering up as her husband walked around the corner. He too grinned at the childish arguing. They were talented little kids. They had both inherited their mothers ability, he had been startled when he found them flying around the kitchen one morning, but had since gotten used to it, (not the landings though, they were still a tad rough.) Eri assured him that they were especially difficult to master, but they would get it eventually. He could tell from the determination they showed in everything they did, they would master the Sharingan prematurely. A couple of little protégés.

                When they were both coated in the sun cream they hated, they both ran outside. Wings were quick appear and they jumped, soaring into the sky.

                Eri watched them go, the ever present sense of pride swelling in her chest. A chin rested on her shoulder, arms wrapping around her shoulders.

                “Shouldn’t you be resting?” He asked her. Their sleeping baby in the bedroom liked to cry at three in the morning, and he knew she was tired. He always insisted that she go back to sleep but she always refused, like he knew she would.

                She laughed, “I’m just pregnant Sasuke, I’m not going to break.”

                He chuckled, kissing her neck lightly. “I love you.”

***

                So sure he’d had a rough start in life, he’d been broken and shattered, but she’d put him back together. She’d given him everything he could ever have asked for. Her unwavering love, her hand in marriage, their family. His house was often a mess, his nights were long and most of his important documents had little crayon drawings of birds on them somewhere. But he wouldn’t give it up for the world.