Sasuke isn't sure what overcomes him when he looks at Sakura. He has imagined a lot of things to do with their future, but never this. He has had his fair share of erotic dreams as well, especially after he was introduced to that damned dvd. He can hear it playing on his television but it has moved to the background. Sasuke's focus is razor sharp for Sakura and he can feel his carefully constructed cool bubbling over. He makes a noise when she squeezes his fingers hard, and she pants out his name.

She touches herself demurely, with her knees closed. The curve of her back isn't something he expects to become fixated on, especially when her beautiful breasts are peaked and rosy; her skin is a flushed creamy white and her nipples are a satisfying shade of pink. Sasuke licks his lips and pulls his hand from her hold. His doujutsu activates in the heat of the moment and Sasuke's eyes close. His lips meet with Sakura's and his right hand makes contact with the side of her head; his fingers thread through her hair and slide to the back of her head.

Her lips are hot against his and he reaches down to cup her through her panties. Sakura gasps into the kiss and he pulls back. She doesn't hesitate when he nudges her to move onto her back. Sakura slides to lay flat while Sasuke braces himself with his right hand on the couch arm.

He looms over her for a moment, pressing himself flat against her; Sakura's legs are still closed and her hips are pinned between him and the couch cushion. Sasuke hisses as he feels her body warmth against him, and he experiences relief for a very brief moment.

Sakura's eyes are expressive and it sends an emotion through his chest, his intentions to draw this out are quickly fading, and he says her name.

"Sakura…"

He doesn't mean to whisper and he feels his own breath rebounding on her skin and Sakura arches up towards him.

He pulls back and grasps beneath her knees, tugging her closer. Sasuke remembers the scene that he found on his television when he first caught her, and he notes that this somewhat resembles it; except Sasuke doesn't have the patience to taste right now, he wants Sakura's body against his.

It takes a second for Sasuke to pull her cotton panties from her hips, and Sakura lifts upwards to make it easier for him; the material slides from her thighs and over her knees easily, and he tosses the clump of fabric behind him. Sasuke takes in her naked body, and he licks his lips when he looks to her pussy. He can't help himself - he reaches forward to slide his fingers along her slit and he grits his teeth at how wet she is.

"Shit, Sakura." He mutters against her lips.

She whispers back. "What do you expect?"

Sasuke isn't sure anymore. Sakura is an endless array of surprises.
Her fingers tug at his shirt and he pulls it off quickly. He huffs out an amused breath when she uses the heels of her feet, and her toes, to hook his pants down. She fails halfway and he takes pity on her by pushing the fabric off. It takes another moment for him to be completely naked. He doesn't ask for permission to press forward, and he doesn't need to. Sakura is reaching for him and they both gasp as his cock comes into contact withher. The head of his dick presses against her clit as he slides downward and Sasuke relishes the noise that escapes her. She grasps the base of his erection and she helps him aim -

Sasuke is met with a feeling he has never experienced; he's never felt something so tight and hot…and wet.

His hips thrust forward shallowly, sinking in inch by slow inch, and he braces himself on the arm of the couch. Sakura reaches for his shoulders, grasping for his hair, and he kisses her passionately, albeit a little clumsily. His free hand slides from the outside of her knee to the outside of her thigh, reaching her hip. He urges her to tilt her hips and Sakura pants out as Sasuke slides home.

Sakura's chin tilts backwards as a silent moan leaves her lips, and her hair covers his hand that grips the armrest; it's soft, and tickles a bit. He grits his teeth and breathes in the scent of her apple shampoo. Sakura pushes against him, inviting him inside her, and the material of the armrest gives beneath his chakra-laden grasp, as Sasuke lets out a pent up moan against Sakura's shoulder. He doesn't mean to be so loud and Sakura swears against his brow, moving her hips upward jerkily. Her legs wrap around him, and her feet hook at the small of his back, allowing for more leverage.

"Please, Sasuke-kun." She whispers near his ear, pulling him up for an open mouthed kiss. She mumbles nothing sounds against his lips and Sasuke pants into Sakura's mouth as he feels her sucking him in. His cock slides easily to the hilt, and Sasuke groans with each thrust inward and out.

Sakura's breathing hitches and she is moaning louder now, gasping his name.

He wants her to orgasm - he doesn't have long to last.

Sasuke nips at the junction of her neck and beneath her ear. He orders in a whisper,

"Touch yourself."

Sakura gasps as the words leave his mouth but she moans her consent. Her fingers find the mess between them and she rubs her clit furiously, matching his ragged thrusts. Their naked skin is beginning to slick with sweat and Sasuke tastes it with each lick of her skin. He can smell sex thick in the air and he begins to teeter on the edge of too far.

Sakura's muscles quiver around his cock and Sasuke frowns in concentration. He grips at her knees and spreads Sakura wide, pounding into her so deeply and thoroughly that they make the foundations of the couch creak.

It ends all too suddenly when Sasuke's fingers reach between them, as Sakura falters in her movements. He presses his calloused digits against her slicked clit, and her inner walls spasm intensely as she meets her orgasm. Her head hits the couch and a high pitched noise comes from her that Sasuke has never heard before. He feels her buck against him, wrapping as much of herself around him as possible, and his head tips backward as his own orgasm hits like a truck. His eyes catch the white light on the ceiling, and he experiences an explosive pleasure that has him bucking against Sakura's wet heat, and spilling inside of her.

There is a long moment of silence, where the room is filled with panting breaths and relieved groans. Sasuke's eyes blink back to onyx and he looks down to find a watchful Sakura beneath him.

"I think that's better than porn." She says with a lofty smile, and she tilts her chin just a little; it's a movement that tells Sasuke she's angling for a kiss…he thinks.

He smirks lightly at the sight, thinking her amusingly adorable, and he uses his free hand to push pink, matted hair away from her forehead. He rests his palm on her head for a moment, kind of like he'd do for a dog, and he orders with a fond smirk,

"Kiss me."

He is met with a bright smile before she does just that.