You protest against his shoulder demanding he put you down as you are still pissed about how he has treated you and don't feel he deserves to take you into his bedroom without a fight.

"What the hell! Put me down you big jerk! I'm only the display model, not to be touched or taken out of its package!"

And finally he laughs whole heartedly at you.

"I don't think so, sweet heart! ...You can't wear this in front of me and not expect to be touched! You wore it for that reason did you not?" He replies.

You scowl at his backside.

"I wore it to remind you of what you were missing, that's all!."

And he follows up with one hard spank to your right cheek leaving a burning hand print on your ass.

"Bad girl!" He scolds.

You squeal in his strong grasp trying to squirm your way out. He flips you over laying you down on his bed and gazes at your sprawled out body draped over his microfiber sheets with hooded eyes. Your hair cascading out around you, arms curled into your sides unsure of what to do from here. His eyes run down to the center of your panties making you blush profusely. You close your legs, feeling shy all of a sudden noticing that somber look he wore earlier has quickly changed to something you have never seen before.

Something wild and untamed.

Something he may have trouble controlling if you push him too far.

You bite your lip at the lust pouring over you earning a quiet comment from him.

"So fucking sexy..."

Those words spill thousands of butterflies into your stomach which overflows into your heart intensifying your love for him. But it also stirs your nerves at the same time.

You had come here with a plan, to confront his shitty behavior and get some real answers, after that? maybe tease him a bit with your lingerie. Maybe make out a bit if the two of you had resolved the issues...You hadn't thought about what comes next. What comes with teasing a seasoned man, in his house, with a full set of lingerie on?. You can only assume that the next step is well...sex.... You chew your lip thinking about it as he presses his chiseled stomach up against your cinched knees.

On your left shin you feel something long, semi-hard, covered by the cotton fabric of his loose pants, brush up against your lacey skin. You can only assume what that is. He is getting ready for you...and you?...you aren't sure anymore.

It's not like you don't want this, you have touched your aching pussy to the thought of it many times over the weeks. In your dreams you give into him effortlessly, whimpering for him to do whatever he wants to you. But thinking is far easier than doing, especially when it comes to the first time. Your very first time...

You are worried your inexperience won't feel good for him. You are worried he expects something spectacular from you and you have no idea what to do in the first place. And with him looking down at you, his eyes asking for permission...you are scared.

He seems to notice your state of mind and doesn't hesitate to tell you about it.

"You ok, kitten? You're quiet...did you leave the stove on?" He asks backed with your typical banter, although his voice is huskier, dropping several octaves. That voice you don't hear very often and doesn't fail to send a shiver up your thighs and through your core.

You take note of his new nickname for you and let out a tiny nervous laugh...almost breathlessly you reply.

"No, I didn't leave the stove on.."

"Good girl." Rumbles through his chest.

He places his hands over your knees, putting more pressure on the pads of his fingers. Those fingers very skillfully slide their way down your upper thighs stirring those nerves of yours. His thumbs discreetly tuck themselves between your thighs forcing your lashes to flutter at the feeling of his hands being so close to your heat. His movements are calculated, graceful as if he has done it a thousand times before and you don't doubt that for a second. He is far more experienced than you in almost every way.

He chuckles at you and asks with expectation.

"Are you going to let me in?"

You stare up at him through damp lashes from your previous cry, still frozen, still unable to move. He sighs, dragging his eyes down your legs again and carefully coaxes them apart. You let them spread the way he wants them to, leaving him to gawk over your lace dressed pussy in the flickering light of his tv.

You stare up at the ceiling watching that said light cast beams of vibrant colors across the textured paint, feeling almost embarrassed over displaying yourself in such a lewd way. Any confidence you had prior to this has now since dissipated. He doesn't hesitate to position himself into the middle, sweeping hands up and down the back of your thick thighs and occasionally squeezing the pliable fleshy parts.

Then something soft and plush tickles against your left knee. Your eyes snap back down to him, shocked to find he has pulled his mask down around his neck showing you every part of his gorgeous face. Those parts you have been dying to get your eyes and lips on and good god is he ever beautiful. You swallow hard and say his name in disbelief.

"Kakashi?..."

He pauses his gentle suckles, looks down at you and bears an unsheathed smile.

"Yes, kitten?" He replies, stirring those butterflies in your stomach again.

"Y-your mask..."

He raises a cheeky brow which makes your cheeks flush again.

"What mask?" He asks.

You had pictured it over and over, piecing together the outlines of what you couldn't see under that damn mask. It was close, but you hadn't imagined the soft look of his lips, the prominent parts of his jawline, or the how well his features clash together. He is the most handsome man you have ever seen, even with the subtle aged wrinkles on the corners of his eyes.

He rubs his length up against you, snapping you out of your daze. You gasp as it bumps against the most sensitive area of your heat. He seems to notice how sensitive you are to that little bump and does it again just to test you. This time it is much harder. A small moan escapes your gaped mouth and you rise up onto your elbows to get a better look at what he's doing between your legs.

He unfolds your legs further gaping over your body and this time running his hands up over your thighs to your waist.

"Just...perfect.." He praises.

His thumbs dig into the skin over your ribs until his palms lay flat under your breasts. His index fingers tickle the sides of your chest, while his thumbs ever so secretly push up and under the wire of your bra, padding at the tender mounds of flesh. At this point all you can do is drool over his facial features focussing on his uncovered mouth and his smooth touches.

You want to taste him so badly but are too nervous to ask. Thankfully he fulfills that fantasy for you. He lifts a hand and runs the back of it over your jawline letting his thumb brush over your lips.

"These give me trouble." He states while licking his own lips.

Surprisingly you come up with a witty response to that...although it's pretty weak...

"I thought you liked trouble..."

He grunts in response, smiling deviously and leans in towards your parted lips. He tilts your chin up to his level and presses a gentle kiss over your mouth then pulls away producing a shallow pop sound as your lips separate. He looks deep into your eyes, losing himself.

"So soft." He says and comes in for one more experimental peck before his mouth engulfs yours in a heated, much-needed wide open kiss.

With each sweep and curl of his tongue around yours his hands move. They trickle over your breasts spreading wide to capture as much flesh in them as he can. This brings forth a heavy groan from his chest muffled by your lips trapping his mouth in a sloppy, anything but decent and appropriate kiss. Until finally he pulls away coming up for air, breathing heavily. He lowers himself down to your neck and sucks in the scent of your perfume.

"I have wanted to do that for so long..." He confesses into the soft muscle of your shoulder before nipping it hard. It sends a substantial shiver over your skin forcing you to cry out and entangle your fingers through his hair at the back of his head. You're not sure why you liked the feeling so much, but the pain from his teeth sinking into your skin makes your pussy pulse and a small gush of fluid soaks your panties.

He suddenly pulls away from you, rising up to look down at your shaking thighs....

"You like that huh?" He asks in a chastising tone, one that makes you feel stupid for revealing a secret you never knew you had.

You stutter.

"I-I guess I do..."

He tilts his head questionably, eyes squinting, very obviously thinking about your response.

"You seem to have all the answers...but right now you can barely talk..."

He brings his eyes to your faintly glowing stone and rests a hand over it feeling the racing speed of your heart.

"Calm down, Kitten..." He coos.

You swallow hard as his words only make you more nervous and he is beginning to notice. He scowls watching you chew your lip and his expression turns suspicious.

"Is this not what you want?" He asks, noticeably confused. "It looks like you want it..." He glances down at your panties.

Oh but you do want it. You want it so bad it hurts, but your fears of pleasing him properly is what gets you. He has had women before you, one he kept going back to. What if you're terrible at it? What if he loses interest after?

He asks you again, pulling you from your thoughts.

"Do you want this?"

You reply through the strain of the lump in your throat.

"Yes...badly."

He growls while breathing out and grips your hips then pulls you sharply into his crotch. You yelp at his aggression and hum an uneasy tune.

He notices that tune and challenges you.

"Tell me what you want!." He demands.

You breathe heavily against his stern expression unable to say the words. In your thoughts you answer him, you want him to fuck you. You want him to be your first. You want him to make you see fucking stars. But saying it is much harder than thinking it. A minute goes by and finally you say something before he loses his patience.

"I...want you to..." you choke again at your lewd thoughts circling through your mind, still not able to put them into words.

He sighs and interrupts you.

"It's ok. We don't have to." And he releases his grip on your hips and steps away from you.

Panic....

Instinctively you latch onto him, squeezing your thighs around his hips and force him back between your legs with such sudden movement he nearly falls on top of you. This gives you the opportunity to grab him by his neck and pull him in for a deep desperate "don't leave me" kiss. Your tongue sweeps across his mouth exploring anything left unexplored while your other hand searches his pants for that raging boner he has. It doesn't take you long to find it...not with his size...good god he is big...

He grunts into your mouth as you squeeze his firming length, stroking it at the tip until finally you find your words. You release him slowly, and shyly tell him...

"I want this...but..."

His brows furrow.

"But what?...jeez you're acting like this is your... first....time..." His voice seems to trail off at his last words and his eyes grow wide at yet another one of your secrets revealed. You cringe at him and his reaction.

"No way..." He whispers in disbelief.

You sigh, letting go and lay back down on the bed covering your eyes with your hands. You are utterly embarrassed, especially by his reaction to the truth.

"You've never?..." He asks.

You shake your head.

"Never, ever?"

You become defensive over his extreme disbelief that you haven't given yourself up to anyone before.

"No!...No I haven't ok?! It's not like I haven't wanted to or anything..."

He stands silently between your legs for quite some time thinking, until finally he comes up with some type of resolve.

"I... fuck...." He whispers. A frequent answer he gives you.

You guess this is game over for him. Considering he has now removed himself from the clutch of your thighs and sits down on the edge of his bed beside you. He is thinking hard about this one.

Bitterly you reply.

"I know it won't be as good as you have had. I understand that."

He looks at you and scowls.

"You've already surpassed anyone I've ever had. Let's get that straight.... But that isn't the problem here."

You sit up on your palms.

"What is the problem?"

"I ...well...I don't think I deserve this."

You come to your knees on his bed shaking your head at his stupid decision. There is no way you can end this here.

"That's dumb." You reply.

"It's not dumb!" He argues.

"It's stupid then!"

"It's not that either!"

You both sigh. Fears aside, your pussy is begging for him and always will. There is no turning back now. You will regret not going through with this for the rest of your life. Why is it you are always pushing him to take things further? Then you remember back to when you first got your way with him. It took those polka dot panties, sitting perfectly in his lap, and your pouting lips to which he has already said they cause him trouble. (Evil grin)

You suck in a deep breath and force yourself into his lap ignoring his subtle protests. Let's be real..He wasn't trying all that hard to keep you from nestling into his crotch. You can feel his firm shaft still protruding from his baggy pants and can't help but grind yourself into it.

He groans at you.

"Hana...That's enough..." He replies giving you a small warning.

You look him square in the eyes holding his cheeks in your hands. Then with the biggest doe eyes you can display, you begin to beg him to fuck you.

"Kakashi, please."

"Don't give me that look right now!" He replies just as he said before. #snicker.

"Pleeeeease?." You beg and take his hand by the wrist guiding it to your lace covered entrance. You place his full hand over your wet pussy and watch him fall to pieces.

He gasps loudly in disbelief.

"Shit...you're so wet..." He says and cups you with his whole hand.

"I can't wait anymore...I just need you...please, Kakashi." You rise up, letting his hand slip further underneath you and he shudders cursing under his breath.

"You sure?" He asks, giving in.

"I believe I already answered that."  you reply, and press his face into your chest sending any protest he has packing. He groans and slides his free hand over your back unhooking your bra. He brings his hand back around and pushes up the lace fabric covering your left breast and feeds it into his mouth. Once he has had his fill of sucking and nipping at your swollen nipple he lowers you back onto his bed.

"We go slow." He says and pulls his mask off completely, dropping it to the floor. He comes to you, forcing his way back between your legs far more eagerly than before.

And you argue with him....because that's just what you do.

"And fast sometimes."

He stops his movements and glares at you.

"Are you going to be a good girl and listen? Or do you need another spank?"

You shake your head and reply in a sweet melodic tone.

"I'll be good... daddy."

He hums in a low voice and replies perfectly.

"It's obvious you need one."

You laugh.

"No, I have you."

He grins wildly and pulls your thighs open, slowly moving down your body until he is kneeling beside his bed, tugging at your waist to hang off the edge. He begins to remove your heels one by one placing sweet kisses over your ankles as he does. He drops your shoes to the floor and tells you to unhook the clasp to your garter belt. You do as he says like a good girl and in a smooth motion he peels off your stockings throwing those to the floor.

You lift yourself onto your elbows, watching him closely as he starts with pressing open-mouthed kisses on the inside of your stripped leg starting at your knee, just like before. His kisses start slow, imprinting further on your skin the deeper he travels between your legs.

As he approaches your core, Kakashi positions your legs over his shoulders, pinning them in place, not allowing you any chance to move as he tackles all the right places with his mouth. The sensation of his mouth getting impossibly closer to your over reactive pussy, has you losing your mind, especially when he blows at your center teasingly just to pull any reaction from you. Your fingers reach down and twist into his hair, holding tightly at his head as he reaches the crest of your thigh, suckling so close yet so far. You whine pathetically, squirming at the tingling heat building under your panties. However, that whine and your desperate wiggles does nothing to move him closer to where you want him.

He tightens his grip on your thighs reminding you who is in control and chuckles.

"Too much, kitten?" He asks.

You pout your plush lips.

"Not enough."

He laughs.

"Tell me what you want."

Can't he see what you want? It is pretty obvious by the look of your dripping wet pussy and shaking thighs.

"Teasing isn't nice." You reply.

He raises both brows and shows you that smirk again.

"No it is not, miss lingerie."

Your nose scrunches to that.

Touché...

He chuckles at you.

"Now tell me what you want....I'm waiting...."

You chew your bottom lip again trying to find the words.

"Well...I...I want you to..." You hesitate at saying something so lewd. Then find a word that is more soft core porn.

"I want you to kiss me here." You tap a finger onto your clit.

He watches that finger closely, licking his lips, repeatedly picturing just what you said. His hand leaves your one pinned knee, moving into that exact spot.

"Right here?" He asks and runs his thumb from the bottom of your lace decorated pussy and stops to tap on your clit just like you did. In an instant your hips twitch and your eyes roll back at the feeling. It wasn't much, but the sexual tension building between you two is enough to pull a small high pitched moan from your mouth.

And he doesn't hesitate to comment, with a shocked expression.

"God...you're so fucking sensitive..."

He is right, you are almost seeing stars right now.

He pushes your legs off his shoulders and hooks his fingers onto the waistband of your panties then in a desperate pull he removes them throwing them to the side. His hands find their way back to your hips to position your body towards the light of the tv. Stretching your legs open once again, letting them fall loosely. He gazes at your glistening center. The cool air wafting over your bare skin leaves you breathless. Before you can catch that breath he moves himself back between your legs, praising you.

"You are so beautiful." He says.

He leans down, hovering over you, cupping one breast in his left hand, and slots his lips to yours for yet another feverish kiss. You feel high, as if he was using some kind of genjutsu on your mind. Your arms reach up around his neck pulling him down just to feel his body flush against yours. You lose yourself in the feeling and his intoxicating scent, the one you seem to get drunk on all the time.

Through the passion between you, you feel fingers trickling down between your bodies with one location in mind. That being the hot mess of heat waiting to be filled with pleasure by him. Two fingers find your folds and he releases your mouth to watch your expression as he dabbles in your juices. He breathes against your open mouth and presses his fingers into your clit moving them in a circular fashion. A strangled gasp followed by a whispery moan slips out your mouth.

That forces his rough fingers to pick up their pace and press circles into your clit, eyes watching your every reaction.  Your hips arching up to further push against the friction he has finally offered you. He seems to love the wavering gasps and hitches in your breath. He shows it with his own uneven breath and parted lips gawking at the first-time pleasure you're experiencing. His fingers caress you in the exact way you like it when you do it yourself, yet it is far better having someone else do it for you.

You're starting to really see those stars now as he works your clit into a climax. He knows you're close by the curl in your toes, the shake in your thighs, and the repeated mmhmms and high pitched moans you can't contain. Suddenly he stops all together and rises up off your body while pulling his hand from your slick pussy.

You whine up at him coming up onto your elbows to scold him.

"No stopping!"

"So impatient." He laughs.

You huff at him pouting your lips.

He chuckles and kisses you sweetly then asks you a very dirty question.

"Have you ever fingered yourself?"

Your eyes snap wide and your cheeks pink up, another devious smile curls his beautiful lips. You have never used your fingers before when touching yourself. It just wasn't something you felt you needed as your sensitive clit does the job well.

"No. Why would I do that?" You ask.

He laughs at you hard.

"Ohhh...love...you are such a virgin."

Before you can protest that comment he moves down your body positioning his mouth just where you wanted it to be and that rude comment disappears, replaced with one full tongued lick up the center of your pussy.

"Mmmm....yes!" You mewl and fall back onto the sheets.

He kisses your clit, eyes locked on you the entire time. Ghosting his lips over your pussy, you curse him for teasing you so badly. At this point, all you can do is beg, beg and hope that it will convince him to stop giving you just the start of what could be more.

"Please...oh god...please!"

You receive no response to your begging, at least not a verbal one, rather the very lips that had been previously ghosting your skin have since pressed themselves against your clit. your eyes flicker down to watch the silver haired ninja, his nose pressing just above your clit which his mouth continues to engulf in hot kisses and flicks of his tongue.

He smothers you with that pleasure you wanted and more, as his hands dig into the soft flesh of your shaking inner thighs, kneading the plushness all the while hungrily devouring where you need him most. He is so vigilant, so careful, and yet he maintains a certain level of authority and sternness that keeps you in check. His grey eyes alone lock you where you are, no will to move now that he is finally lapping at your heat the way you had imagined.

Your moans are more high pitched squeals than anything as his tongue delves into your juices lapping at your entrance. He lifts his mouth off you and brings a hand under to press his thick index finger inside. He slides it in slowly, you hardly feel that said finger until he gets down to the knuckle inside you curling upwards in a sweeping motion.

"Oh my god." You cry out at this foreign feeling. Slightly painful yet full of pleasure.

He chuckles at you.

"I knew you'd like it."

And boy do you ever. You never knew about your strange pain for pleasure fetish until just now and can only assume it is due to your stone. That stone has caused you pain all your life, it is no wonder you enjoy a little in your foreplay. You feel that tingling sensation all over again, building inside your walls. Tightening around his one finger, you wonder what two fingers would feel like curved upwards into that special spot you never knew you had. So you ask through gasps and moans.

"Kakashi...mmm..."

"Yes, kitten?"

"I... fuck... I want...one more..."

"One more what?" He prys, making you say it out loud. He stops movement all together until you do. #cry

You whine shamelessly.

"Please...I want one more inside me..."

"Hmmm...." He ponders over the thought for a minute. "As you wish." He replies and pulls out his one finger half way to make room for the next. You feel it against your entrance teasing you. You shiver with anticipation holding your breath until finally Kakashi gives you what you asked for. Another finger sinks in beside the first stretching you out and you close your eyes welcoming the feeling. This was more painful causing you to fist his sheets and hiss at him. But he easily calms the pain with a few sweeps of his tongue over your clit sending you back into that synchronicity of pain for pleasure.

He holds his mouth against you, not that he can pull away with your nails digging into his skull to keep him in place, tasting your flow of juices pooling around his fingers. It wasn't long before you lost control of your body. Not with the size of his fingers stroking your pillowy walls inside and his tongue lapping at the soft skin on the outside. But something happens as you cum. Not only do you soak his hand and sheets in a gush of clear fluid, your stone goes crazy over it. Although, not in your typical explosive behavior. It begins to glow with power. You can feel a prickling of electricity running through your body intensifying your climax. It is no wonder you soaked his sheets in that moment, for all feelings of pain, pleasure, love, and the stone combined has created a feeling even Kakashi could sense.

He pulls his fingers from your pulsing pussy as you melt into the bed releasing his head from your firm grip. He positions himself over top of you.

"Hana, are you ok?" He asks, very concerned.

In a daze you open your eyes and look up at him.

"Very ok." You reply.

He breathes out heavily.

"Why?" You ask, very curious. Did something happen?

"You broke my watch somehow and...well...I've never seen a woman cum like that before." He stares down at your glowing stone.

Now you feel entirely self conscious about the way you get off. You have had some strange things happen after touching yourself. Once the light bulb in the lamp beside you burst randomly during your own climax. You probably should have warned him about these things. But that was the last thing on your mind.

"Sorry." You reply shamefully.

"Oh no...Don't ever be sorry...it's the hottest thing I've ever seen." He replies and kisses you deeply. "And fuck do you taste sweet."

That plasters a perma-grin onto your face.

"Wanna do it again?" You ask.

He smiles wide with fire in his eyes.

"We're not even close to being done, kitten."

His nicknames do things to your heart that both drive you crazy and make you fall hopelessly for him. You hope he continues to call you these names  forever.

However you aren't able to think about that anymore as he has pulled you into his crotch preparing for the next lust filled action. Somewhere along the way he had removed his pants, most likely as you were getting finger fucked. Him being a skilled and stealthy ninja there is no doubt he could pull that off without you noticing. Yes, a very experienced ninja in more ways than one...

He pins your knees back just the way they were before. You are getting used to this position, although finding it hard to settle down your heart and stone now that he is completely naked showing off what lies beneath. You gulp at the size of him, not entirely sure if he will fit.

"Relax, love." He says and presses a sweet comforting kiss onto your lips then runs his hands down your front petting you until your stone has stopped glowing completely and your breathing has settled. You hum at each caress and close your eyes letting the gentle touches shiver your skin.

"There we go. good girl." His hands stop at your hips and he squeezes making sure you're listening.

"Ready?" He asks carefully. "I'll go slow."

You nod, your eyes still closed, and open yourself up further to him. He removes his hands from your hips hooking one arm around your thigh holding it tightly for leverage. Your toes curl just like before, as he pushes inside your entrance. The tip slides out a few times before he angles himself properly, guiding his length with his free hand. Finally the tip squished in stretching you out to a whole new size. That pain for pleasure tears into you as he grabs your waist to bury himself inside your spamming silky walls.

You cry out in utter shock at the feeling. It was nothing like his fingers, but it did hit that spot that you and your stone love so much. His barely sheathed cock feels twice as painful and twice as good. He pulls out and prepares for another thrust back in, inching deeper and deeper.

"Oh god..." You exclaim at the second thrust, the third you curse loudly, and the fourth and fifth are barely audible words until he bottoms out deep inside your core. He shudders to a stop fully sheathed and looks down at you. You open your eyes, feeling small tears drip from the corners.

He moves slightly and curses while squeezing his eyes shut.  "So tight...so fucking tight..." He whispers, then pulls out again, this time leaving the tip just at the entrance.

Heavy breaths fill the air as you two pause for a moment to let it all sink in. This was a lot for you, he had officially taken everything you had to give. But before you can work yourself up over it he soothes you with a caress on your cheek and a long kiss. With your tongue tied and brain focussed on his mouth he slides himself in again this time not stopping until he has bottomed out. You tearfully moan into his mouth as he continues a slow steady pace of pounding into your juicing heat.

He releases your mouth with a pop and rises up to watch you squirm beneath him. And that wild expression enters the room, plastering all over his expression and demeanor. His eyes glued onto you making sure he doesn't miss anymore lustful expressions.

He groans as your eyes roll back into your head now that your pussy is getting used to being so full.

Through huffs of breath he asks as he is still concerned about your well being.

"Is it...ahhh...is it good?"

Between the gentle rocking of his cock in and out of your satisfied pussy, the slight creaking of the mattress beneath you both, and his body hovering over you showing his wilder side. This... this... is all so magical. You never thought sex would be this good.

You answer him, with equal difficulty.

"Y-yes...faster....I want it faster..."

He grunts at you and picks up his steady pace.

"Fuck... You feel so amazing...ahhh..yes." God he is sexy right now. You can't help but feel your walls clench at the sight of him unraveling before you.

Then suddenly he releases his grip on you and pulls out. Quickly he positions himself against his head board sitting up straight. You watch him questionably and whine at him.

"Sit." He demands, reaching for you.

Yes sir!

You climb up to meet him and straddle his lap taking note of his actual size now that you can see it from an upright angle. You're surprised he stuffed it in you.

"Hurry...." He shudders when you rest your hands over his shoulders. Your bra covered breasts lining up with his mouth. In his raw haste, he pulls at your bra tearing it in half then slides the remnants down your arms leaving it in a mess on his bed. He leans you back to gaze over your perfect form and watch you lower yourself onto his "to big to be true" length.

Slowly and slightly painful, he fills you again.

"Ohhhh....." You cry out at this new feeling as this angle pushes against that pillowy spot that is dying to be hit. He clutches onto your ass pulling you down further, a low moan rumbles in his chest.

He guides you into a blissful motion, lifting you up by your ass cheeks and letting you slam back down. You find yourself enjoying the new mix of pleasure and intrusion, with his tip beating into you too deep yet all the while hitting all the right spots in the process. It feels so good you could sing. You begin to take over his movements in harsher thrusts as you bounce in his lap. This earns some sharp heavy groans from him. You both are getting close to cumming, your stone acting up again, buzzing with waves of euphoric energy. You are sure he can feel it too, for every time a wave passes he whispers or curses under his breath, occasionally moaning your name out loud.

Suddenly a rush of energy hits you along with a very hard thrust, did he just get bigger? You dig your nails into his shoulders drawing out a hiss from him.

"Fuck, Hana..." He curses.

He pants heavily, the two of you inhaling and exhaling the same oxygen which does nothing to help with the burning in your lungs. (Not that either of you care), not with how tightly you're holding onto him and how roughly his tip is ruining every inch of your pillowy walls.

It is a strange feeling, the way your stone reacts to your orgasm. At the peak of it you moan loudly and so does Kakashi. You dip your head back, eyes rolling, and as if the gravity in the room lifts your stone begins to glow in a bright white aura, blurring your vision. It drowns your mind in bliss taking over the climax. Your hair flutters about, tickling your skin. Your eyes squeeze shut, body shakes in tune with his.

"Ohhh...fuuuuck." He sings, and releases inside you, filling your womb, painting your silky walls white. His sounds were beautiful as he came and filled your ears bringing you back down from your own high. Then exhaustion hits you hard as your stone settles itself. You collapse against him, unable to hold yourself up any longer. He wraps you in a strong embrace, cradling you almost like a child.

The afterglow was more blissful than the actual orgasm. The two of you sit as you are, his cock still inside of you, plugging all of the mess. His arms tight around you and his face nuzzling into the curve of your neck, aching from all the ruckus you two had gone through. He strokes your hair nearly putting you to sleep.

"Hana..." He whispers, cupping your cheek as it rests on his chest.

"Mmmm....sleepy." You reply.

He laughs.

"You should be, you tore apart the room. I'll need a new tv now." He replies.

But you can't hear that part. You're lost in your afterglow sinking further and further into the warmth of his chest. Until you slip into your dreams.