That, more than anything else shook her to her core. For her village, that's lived in such fear of him for so long, to somehow get over that to accept him as a person and Kazekage… The clarity and faith in Naruto's eyes were unwavering and Temari can't help but gasp before slowly asking, "…you really think that, don't you?"
With his cocky smile, he asserted, "damn right I do," and Temari kissed him then and there.
The energy in her kiss was made of bountiful gratitude and a bit of hope, as if she wanted to believe him. He kissed her back with just as much energy, and for some reason, he felt honest, comforting, and trusting, which then slowed them down. Their locked lips suddenly became gentle, patient, softer as their faces relaxed against one another. She felt her heart pounding in her ears, and placing her hand on his chest, she could feel his heart thundering as well. The feel of his hot chest was more doubt that one day his beating heart would stop and her brother would be the cause. In that singular moment, without her village in mind, Temari felt like she didn't want Naruto to die. Her roused body wanted him alive and she snatched his white collar, pulling him in for a much deeper kiss.
Cupping her jawline while snagging her waist, Naruto's matured passion pulled her in like gravity she couldn't withstand, connecting them at the waist as her soft breasts pressed against his hard chest. She matched his passion, if not his experience, and they made out for several minutes. He led her head tilts and shifts and she happily followed as their hot saliva-covered tongues caress each other, muffled by locked lips.
The way he kissed her felt as if he wanted something honest and real with her but that only made her heart ache more. To detract from her mission of deception, Temari unzips his jacket, snaked her hands under his shirt and caressed his hot skin while pulling him desperately to her bedroom. His own hands were massaging the back of her elegant neck and the arch of her lower back and the blonds were only escalating as they neared her large soft bed, but Naruto also felt the danger.
Temari was ready to give herself to him and feel anything but the gnawing ache in her heart but she couldn't know that Naruto wouldn't allow her to sacrifice that ultimate line on a lie. It wouldn't be right, so as much as Temari was ready to commit to his sexual gratification in any position he desired, Naruto pulled away.
Breathing heavily, she was shocked and didn't understand why he stopped. She remembered thinking, 'is he rejecting me again?'
Catching his breath, Naruto huffed, "after." Her curious eyes made him elaborate, "I'd be happy to go all the way with you after the finals." Before Temari can repeat her same point of contention, he told her, "and if Gaara kills me, then at least you can experience your first time with someone lucky enough to be loved by you."
That struck Temari as more mature than he lets on. It's highly unlikely that other boys or men would pass up such an opportunity with her and yet, this loud and enthusiastic blond is showing restraint and integrity well beyond his years; as if he had no rush to lose his virginity. It's astounding to her that this boy she mistook for a complete buffoon seems to genuinely care for her brother and her virtue. From an emotional place within her, Temari was burning to respond, "…you're lucky enough… If you really mean that-"
"Of course I mean it," he responded, adding with a cocky smirk, "look who you're talking to."
A blushing Temari wanted to believe he's lying; as a shinobi couldn't be this good. But her teal-colored eyes are telling her he's not, making her genuinely express, "I don't want to regret… not being with you any more than I already-"
"Temari," Naruto huffs, softly caressing her rosy cheek and elegant neck. "Just because I won't go all the way right now, doesn't mean we can't do other stuff." Naruto bent his knees enough so his hands could take a firm grip of her round rear-end and rhythmically paw the strong cheeks together, thoroughly stunting her thought process. She blushes furiously at his boldness as he massages her strong malleable posterior, telling her, "after the exams, we can explore more, but for now, we can do everything else… if you want, I mean."
His hands move to remove her red sash, followed by her long-sleeved purple tactical blouse. Though he told her to say when she'd like to stop, she never did. Soon enough, she was in her black, lace underwear and suddenly wished she thought to put on something sexier; luckily, his enamored eyes and dopey grin seemed to say he doesn't mind. Temari blushed furiously. Maintaining eye contact, he easily lifts her by her butt and lets her fall back on the fluffy queen-sized bed.
Temari couldn't know that Naruto was doing what he and Kurenai always had a problem practicing: foreplay. The teacher and student had done many activities that preceded sex, but once they were ready mentally as much as physically, Kurenai and Naruto always indulged in deep interior stuffing. With Temari, there's a limited border by which she and Naruto could play in but he was confident he could make her feel good. Of everything Kurenai taught him, Naruto gave Temari the very best experience from combination play and he loved exploring her body.
He found she responded well to the common erogenous zones, her lips, neck—especially around the base of her skull—her B-cup breasts, her strong round glutes, her thighs, behind her knees, her calves, and her slippery sex. He learned she loves light nail-scratching of her sensitive scalp so much it makes her left leg kick; a good finisher, he noted. He learned how excitable she became when he played with her asshole; a good stimulant, he tallied.
Armed with a good finisher and stimulant, Naruto played Temari's sensitive zones like a fiddle, arousing her most stimulating sexual responses with practiced hands and stoking a passionate fire in her she never knew existed. Temari didn't know. She didn't know how much she would respond to his nimble fingers, strong hands, and rough tongue. She didn't even know she had so many areas that could cull so much stimulation. Her heart rate sped up when he began massaging her feet or head because she knows he's going to make his way to her wet center. Her breast swelled when he expertly massaged and played with her nipples. Her toes curled when he massaged her inner thigh or above her crotch where her hips hinge toward her sex.
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