MadaSaku2

"If you need anything, and I mean anything, Forehead, call me immediately, and I'll come back, okay?"

Sakura squeezed her best friend, sniffling with her eyes closed tightly, "Same goes for you, Pig. I love you."

They pulled apart, the blonde smiling widely as she hissed jokingly, "Well, I gotta fugitive to transport, so I should get going. Love you. Stay out of trouble."

Ino turned and walked down the hallway into the living room, where Sai was waiting with a blank expression, as usual. He intertwined their fingers immediately, giving Sakura a curt nod before the pair exited the apartment to hopefully travel to Kirigakure successfully.

The pink-haired woman loosely crossed her arms, leaning against the wall with a frown. It astounded her how quickly the couple had gotten over their issues, but at least they seemed happy.

Sighing, she wiped at her watery eyes to rid of the tears that hadn't fallen before reentering the bedroom and sliding under the covers behind Madara. It was surprising how quickly everyone was healing from their injuries. Already, the bruise on her back was brown rather than black, and the cuts on her neck and cheek no longer needed bandages.

Sakura wore only one of Madara's sweaters and some underwear, her new favorite pajamas. The sleeves were so long that they covered her hands if she let them. Though watching her friend leave was sad, her anxiety faded almost completely when she pressed her forehead to her boyfriend's back, hugging him around the middle.

He had scars, some scarily large, and a few black tattoos that enhanced his sexiness substantially. A birthmark the size of a coin on his right shoulder blade nearly blended into his tan skin. Since becoming a couple, Sakura's tried to memorize every detail.

Eyes creeping open, she stared at his back in the dark room, warmth rising in her face, chest, and between her legs. They still hadn't done anything since that drunken night Ino manipulated them into hooking up. Now that their wounds were on their way to healing, Sakura began to have trouble distracting herself.

'I don't know how to approach him yet. With Sasuke, he always had to initiate because he said no so many times when we first started dating that it discouraged me to the point I stopped trying.'

Sakura's palm pressed flat against her boyfriend's lower abdomen, inwardly telling herself to stop what she was doing and go to sleep. It was hard when she knew what lay just below where her hand rested.

'If Madara does the same thing, I'll be mortified. Maybe I should wait until we're not so new to try something as bold as waking him up for sex.'

A little disappointed, she sighed, closing her eyes with a frown. The last thing she wanted to do was rush or become a burden to the man. She was also a bit embarrassed or ashamed because she's a grown woman who shouldn't have this much trouble controlling her urges.

Suddenly, the Uchiha man she cuddled turned to face her, dark eyes half-lidded and sleepy. Her arm remained over his side, fingers brushing gently against his lower back as they stared at one another. Sakura felt guilty because she'd obviously woken him up but was almost startled when he leaned down to capture her lips in a slow, leisurely kiss.

'He's so sweet, kissing me when he's barely awake. You'd never guess by his appearance.'

The "sweet" feeling of his actions began to fade when he ran the hand on her waist down to her hip and then to her thigh so he could pull her closer and hook it over his hip. A light sigh passed Sakura's lips when he then held her bottom, tongue slipping past her lips cautiously, testing the waters and giving her a chance to stop him if she so pleased.

'Either he somehow figured out what I wanted, even with his back turned, or he woke up and felt the same way,' Sakura's hand twitched over his side, tempted to touch him more intimately, 'He wouldn't mind, right?'

'When I was with Sasuke, I-' The woman cut off her own thoughts, hypothetically chastising herself, 'No. This isn't Sasuke, this is Madara, and I swore to myself that I wouldn't let my past relationship affect this one.'

Her eyes crept open slightly to see his were closed, but his brow was furrowed as though he was completely focused on what they were doing, 'Fuck it. I'll just give it a try, and hopefully, I won't make a fool out of myself.'

Hypothetically stepping off the ledge, she gradually moved on top of Madara, straddling his hips as her hair fell over her shoulder, him rolling onto his back as naturally as breathing. Face hot because no matter how determined and aroused Sakura was, she was still bashful in this type of setting with him; she pulled her lips from his.

Moving down to pay attention to his neck, she pressed herself against the hardening bulge beneath her, between her legs. Madara's hands felt the curve of her waist, her bottom, and her hair, seeming to take advantage of the opportunity for the first time since they agreed to give dating a try.

Since he hadn't stopped her yet, Sakura felt encouraged to continue. While taking a calming breath, she sat straight up on his lap to pull her shirt off and toss it away so she was only in her underwear. Then she moved down to sit between his legs, pulling his boxers down enough that they were no longer in the way.

Green eyes locked onto black ones as she slid him into her mouth, a blush bright upon her cheeks.

'I've never really enjoyed doing this type of thing before, but this is kinda….' she mused while doing anything and everything she knew how to make the drowsy man beneath her feel good.

The flex of his jaw, the way his fingers slid through her hair to keep it out of her face, and the unyielding way he held her gaze caused a sensation Sakura'd never experienced before.

A trance came upon the room over the next minute or two, only breaking when Madara suddenly winced, his head falling back onto the pillow as his hips slightly twitched like he was struggling to remain still. A barely audible moan left him, a hand coming to the back of Sakura's head to guide her to move a bit quicker. It was attractive, pulling an aroused sound from his partner, who couldn't tear her eyes from his face if her life depended on it.

The organ in her mouth then flexed, and the man released her, obviously about to climax and giving her the option to deal with it as she saw fit. It's not that she was against swallowing it; it's that she wanted to see it at least once. So, at the very last moment, she slid him out of her mouth and watched with curious eyes as the cloudy substance flowed down his shaft onto her fingers and his lower abdomen, another soft groan coming from the man.

When he was finished, he met her eye again with a look that made Sakura feel a little smug. For the first time in her life, she felt like she didn't have to hold herself back if she wanted to do something. The man before her would probably let her try anything.

So, though it was embarrassing for him to watch her while she did it, Sakura licked a steam of ejaculate up the length of his cock, taking it back into her mouth to clean the rest of it off. It was a little salty but didn't necessarily taste bad. Then she slid him back out and ran her tongue up his abdomen to clean that up, too.

"...Jesus…."

The pinkette raised a brow at him, struggling not to grin at the astonished look on his no-longer-sleepy face.

Apparently, Madara took the act as a challenge because he soon had their positions flipped, making short work of removing her underwear. Coming down to trail his lips from her stomach to between her legs, he hummed warmly, "Wake me up next time."

Sakura's breath hitched when his tongue met the most sensitive bundle of nerves there, expertly circling and pressing it in a way that made it hard to focus. "I was worried you'd be too tired," her voice wavered as she struggled to mask her moans, succeeding for the most part.

He scoffed, pulling away so he could fix her with an incredulous look, "For this? Never."

When he returned to his previous actions, a small, surprised yelp passed her lips, and she covered her eyes with one hand, embarrassed. Madara didn't say anything and simply kept on.

The pressure in her body coiled, flexed, and jolted until the wet heat against her lined up perfectly. Sakura's back arched slightly off the bed, both hands shooting down to grip the sheets while her eyes squeezed closed. A happy little hum vibrated against her most sensitive area, the Uchiha man obviously enjoying her struggle.

Humiliated, the woman gasped out, a hand leaving the sheet to cup her own breast as she tried not to squeeze his head between her thighs, "D-Don't tease me!"

A few more moments passed before she felt the hypothetical rope snap inside, and then her blood was pumping a million times more quickly, pleasure scattering up her body from the spot between her legs. She moaned with eyes half-lidded on Madara as he rose to watch her face, using his fingers to massage her through her climax instead.

Out of nowhere, her cell phone began to ring loudly on the nightstand. It was the ringtone for her parents. It was barely five in the morning, so she blindly reached over, fumbling to grab the device while panting for breath, worried something might be wrong.

Madara watched with amused eyes as she tried to calm down before accepting the call, "Dad! Is everything alright?"

"Of course, Sweetheart! We just got home from the trip and checked the answering machine. What's this about you and Sasuke breaking up?"

A large, calloused hand ran up her stomach before sliding over to hold her waist, Madara dipping down to take one of her nipples into his mouth, obviously messing with her because she was on the phone.

Doing her best not to verbally respond, she ran her fingers through his hair, "Yeah, it's a long story. Wanna get together for breakfast or something?" All she knew was that she had to get off the phone before her composure fell.

"That'd be wonderful! Mom and I will meet you at the usual place around nine, okay?"

Sakura smiled mischievously, crossing her legs around Madara's waist and holding him there tightly, "I'm bringing someone I want you to meet along. I hope that's alright."

The man froze, looking up at her face with wide eyes. She just smirked.

"Sure thing, Hon. See you around nine. Love you."

"Love you, too, Dad."

As soon as the call ended, Madara tried to pull away, only for Sakura's legs to fall a bit lower around his hips. He held himself up with a hand on the bed near either side of her head, "Don't you think it's a little soon to be introducing me to your parents? They just found out about you and Sasuke."

The pinkette shook her head, "Nope. In fact, I think the timing's perfect."

He frowned, obviously baffled, "How's that?"

Dropping her hold around his hips, Sakura's eyes traveled down to his sex, which had become hard again at some point, and back to his face, "Because we have four hours before we have to be ready to go."

Understanding quickly met Madara's features, and he smirked, smoothly lining himself up, working himself inside, and coming down so their faces were closer, "How about this: I'll make this the best thing you've ever felt if you don't make me go."

"Counter offer. You do that, but go anyway."

Rolling his eyes, the Uchiha man sighed, beginning to thrust into her slowly but at a steady increase of pace, "You drive a hard bargain."

Sakura winced when a slight cramp met her back, arching it to try and alleviate it as Madara slowed down to give her more time to adjust. He really was bigger than she thought she'd ever experience in her life. In fact, the only reason it hadn't hurt last time was probably because she was incredibly drunk. She'd been incredibly sore the next day, she recalled.

The lighthearted mood quickly vanished, the man coming down to kiss her, dark eyes concerned, "Sorry. Should I stop?"

"I'll be fine in a minute; don't apologize," Sakura mumbled, red-faced.

Madara kissed her again before sitting back on his knees and looking down at where they were connecting with a flexed jaw. The organ moving slowly in and out flexed suddenly, the pace hiccuping and making her squirm, "H-Hey!"

He met her eye, brow furrowed, before letting his head fall back with a groan, "I can't help it."

The fact that he found her attractive enough to have a response like that reassured Sakura, and she let out a short laugh as she sat up to rest her weight on her elbows and take in the sensual view before her.

Soon, she properly adjusted, and the kid gloves came off. Her long, pink hair was strewn about the bed as she clung to either of Madara's forearms. He held himself up with his hands near her waist against the bed. Sakura's lower body was slightly lifted as he moved with little restraint.

It was overwhelming how much he filled her up, and it caused tears to well in her eyes the closer she got to her endgame. Madara's calculating gaze didn't leave her face, making her feel bashful and self-conscious, but it was hard to focus on that when he was so good at what he was doing.

When he noticed her struggle, he slowed, "Does it hurt?"

Sakura quickly shook her head, "No, no. It feels amazing. Keep going."

A moan passed her lips when he heeded her request, and the movement differed from before, hitting a spot inside her that'd never been touched before. Her insides twitched around him, squeezing more tightly as she tried and failed not to tremble beneath him.

Madara smirked, coming down to claim her lips as he'd likely realized they were good tears, not bad ones. As the tension continued to build, Sakura felt like he, too, was close.

Proving her right, he soon parted their lips so that their noses were almost touching, "Just a little more, Baby. You're almost there." Her brow furrowed at the reassuring, sensual tone he used.

His name left her lips in a breathy voice she didn't recognize as her own, and then she was being happily torn to pieces from the inside out beneath him. A low sound rumbled Madara's chest halfway through her climax, and then he pressed fully inside her to meet his own.

Emerald eyes were cloudy with obsession and exhaustion as she panted for breath. Every single thing he did was incredible. Even the heated pooling sensation in her lower abdomen was satisfying. When they were both finished, they simply held one another's gaze and tried to catch their breath.

Sakura eventually sighed almost dreamily once she calmed down, smiling bashfully as she lifted her head to kiss the tip of his nose.

Madara pressed his forehead to hers, closing his eyes as he spoke more softly than before, "God, this is difficult. I could do this all day. Do we have to go?"

"If you're on your best behavior, we can pick up where we left off later. Deal?"

The pair shared a look before snickering, the Uchiha man finally pulling out and allowing her to sit up.

"I guess I have no choice, then."