Chapter 95: No More Waiting

A sharp knock interrupted Ren before he could finish the logistics report open across his desk.

Ren set his pen down and opened the study door to find a Hokage residence courier waiting on the paving stones.

The man bowed politely, handed over a heavy parchment envelope, and departed into the courtyard without a word.

Ren closed the door and turned the envelope over in his hand. The wax bore Hiruzen’s official crest, but pressed subtly into its edge, hidden beneath the larger mark, was Biwako’s personal seal.

He broke the wax and unfolded the parchment.

Hiruzen requested his presence at the Hokage residence for a private dinner in two nights.

Ren placed the invitation and its opened envelope on the corner of his desk.

Before he could return to the logistics report, the door opened again.

Kushina stepped inside.

She had just put Naruto to sleep in her house across the courtyard.

Even from the study, his small chakra signature remained steady at the edge of her awareness. If he woke or became distressed, she would know immediately.

She was wearing a dark wrap dress with a low collar, her bright red hair falling loose over her shoulders. She pushed the door shut behind her and reached for the heavy iron lock.

Click.

She turned back toward the room and immediately noticed the opened invitation resting beside the Hokage-stamped envelope.

"Are they calling you away?" she asked.

"In two nights," Ren replied.

Kushina looked at the invitation and then back at him.

"Then they can wait."

She crossed the rug without hesitation and stopped in front of him, "I’m tired of stopping at kisses," Kushina told him.

She reached up, caught the front of his shirt, and kissed him. The impact was forceful, driven by months of suppressed tension. Ren’s hands settled firmly on her waist, holding her in place, but they did not immediately begin tearing off clothes. He returned the kiss, matching her demanding rhythm, before slowly shifting his mouth down to her jawline.

Kushina’s hands slid up his chest as she pulled him closer, arching her back. Ren’s lips trailed down her neck. He opened his mouth against her skin, sucking hard enough to draw the blood to the surface, leaving a distinct, dark mark against the pale curve of her neck and upper chest.

Kushina gasped at the sharp pinch of his teeth. She pulled back slightly, looking down at the visible bruise blooming above her collarbone.

"You’re going to make everyone stare," Kushina complained, her breathing already uneven. "Everyone will notice."

"You came here wearing a low collar," Ren pointed out, his voice low against her skin.

"That wasn’t permission to decorate me."

Despite the complaint, she deliberately tilted her head to the side, exposing the long column of her throat to give him more room.

Ren kissed the pulse point beating rapidly beneath her skin, his hands moving to the knot at the waist of her wrap dress. He loosened the fabric, pushing the upper portion of her dress down over her shoulders to expose her simple cotton underclothes.

Her breasts were heavy with milk from nursing. Ren cupped them through the soft cotton, massaging the weight of them. Kushina inhaled sharply, her knees trembling. Nursing had left her far more sensitive than before. The first firm squeeze weakened her knees and pulled a sharp breath from her.

Ren pulled the cotton covering down, exposing her completely. Her breasts were swollen, the areolas broad and flushed. As he continued to massage the heavy tissue, a single drop of thick white milk leaked from the peak of one nipple.

Kushina immediately froze, a dark blush spreading across her cheeks as she looked down at herself in embarrassment.

Ren didn’t pause or make a solemn, reassuring speech. He watched another white bead form on the tip of her nipple, then simply bent his head and dragged his tongue across it, tasting the warm, sweet fluid.

Kushina caught her breath, her hands hovering uncertainly before she tried to cover her embarrassment with humor.

"Naruto is not going to be happy about sharing his dinner," she murmured, her voice breathless.

Ren answered by closing his mouth around her nipple. The firm pull drew a sharp, startled moan from her throat. More milk released, spilling over the edges of his mouth and running down the pale skin of her breast.

Kushina looked down at the messy white streaks trailing over her chest. "You’re wasting it now."

"I thought it belonged to Naruto," Ren said, pausing to lick a drop off her lower curve.

"That makes wasting it worse."

Ren switched his mouth to her other breast while his hand continued kneading the first. The added pressure caused more milk to leak, coating his lips and running in pale streaks over her skin.

Kushina’s hands moved to the back of his head. Instead of covering herself, she held him firmly against her chest, her thighs trembling as he drew more from her.

When Ren finally pulled back, her skin was flushed hot, small streaks of milk drying across her chest. He gripped the bunched fabric of her dress at her waist and began pushing it lower.

When the fabric reached her hips, Kushina’s hands caught his wrists. Beneath the loosened dress, she still wore a simple pair of cotton underwear.

She hesitated, her grip tightening for a moment.

Ren waited.

Kushina released his wrists, hooked her thumbs beneath the waistband herself, and pushed both the dress and her underwear down her thighs. She stepped out of them, leaving the clothes pooled beside her feet.

Between her thighs was a thick, natural patch of reddish pubic hair, entirely untrimmed.

Ren’s gaze dropped between her thighs, and a slow smile crossed his face.

Kushina noticed immediately. Her hand moved toward the discarded dress.

"Don’t look so pleased."

"Why wouldn’t I?"

"After Minato died, grooming was not exactly high on my list of priorities."

"Leave it," Ren said. "I prefer it natural."

Kushina studied his face, apparently searching for mockery. Whatever she saw made her hand fall away from the dress.

Ren reached between her thighs, running his fingers through the soft red curls before touching the wet skin beneath them.

Kushina exhaled shakily and stepped closer.

The slick friction of his touch and the clear hunger in his gaze made the point far better than words.

Kushina exhaled slowly, then placed both hands against Ren’s chest and guided him backward into the heavy leather chair. Once he was seated, she lowered herself onto the rug between his spread knees.

She reached forward and unfastened his trousers, pulling his thick, semi-erect cock out into the cool air.

She started cautiously. Her small, warm hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, stroking him as she leaned in to press a tentative, open-mouthed kiss against the head. She flicked her tongue over the slit, tasting his pre-come, her violet eyes continually flicking up to watch his face.

When she saw his jaw lock and his abdominal muscles jump, her confidence surged. She took him into her mouth, her lips stretching over his girth. She bobbed her head, sliding her mouth up and down the upper half of his shaft, letting her hand tightly grip the base.

Ren kept his hands resting on the arms of his chair, deliberately leaving her in control. Kushina noticed the restraint. She reached up, took his right hand, and placed it firmly against the back of her head, weaving his fingers into her thick red hair.

Ren anchored her as she worked. She controlled the depth, pushing past her lips until the tip of his cock bumped against the back of her throat. She hummed against his shaft, sealing her lips tighter around his base to increase the suction.

As the tension spiked and his breathing turned ragged, Ren’s grip tightened in her hair to warn her he was close.

Kushina chose not to pull away. She locked her lips around the base of the head and pulled hard as he climaxed. Hot bursts of come shot directly onto the back of her tongue. She took every drop, her throat swallowing rhythmically until he was completely spent.

She slowly slid off his slick shaft, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

Ren reached down and helped her stand. He pulled her flush against his chest and kissed her deeply. Kushina kissed him back without hesitation, one hand tightening around the front of his shirt.

Ren didn’t immediately turn her around and move toward penetration. Instead, he guided Kushina backward until the back of her knees hit the leather study couch.

She lay back against the cushions. Ren knelt between her spread thighs, parting the natural red hair to expose her slick, swollen vulva. His fingers parted the thick red curls before spreading her open. Kushina watched him for a moment, then let her head fall back against the couch instead of trying to cover herself.

Ren lowered his head, dragging his tongue directly over her clitoris.

Kushina’s hips jerked upward off the leather cushion. Her hands flew to her mouth, biting down hard on her own knuckles to keep quiet, hyper-aware that Naruto was sleeping in the house just across the courtyard.

Ren slid two fingers into her soaking wet inner walls, pumping rhythmically while his tongue kept up a relentless, flat pressure against her clitoris. As he pleasured her, his free hand moved up her torso, returning to her heavy breasts.

He massaged the full weight of her breast, his thumb pressing around the areola until fresh milk gathered at the nipple and ran over his fingers.

Kushina was shaking, her thighs trembling against his shoulders.

"You’re going to leave nothing for him in the morning," she whispered fiercely, fighting to keep her voice down as another wave of pleasure wrecked her.

Milk ran over Ren’s thumb. He brought the coated thumb briefly to his mouth without slowing the rhythm of his other hand. "You have two."

"That is not how rationing works," she gasped, her nails digging into the leather upholstery.

Ren swallowed the joke, replacing it with a sharper, faster rhythm with his fingers and tongue. Kushina’s breath broke. Her back lifted from the couch, and her thighs tightened around Ren’s shoulders as the climax rolled through her.

She rode out the aftershocks, her chest heaving, her skin flushed and slick with sweat and milk.

After they both caught their breath, Ren stood up. He reached down, grabbing her by the hips to pull her up and back toward the mahogany desk.

Kushina planted her feet on the rug, stopping him.

For a second, it appeared she might be retreating again.

"Not on your paperwork," Kushina told him, her voice slightly breathless.

She stepped back into her underwear, then pulled the wrap dress over her shoulders and held the loose front closed without tying the waist.

"My bedroom is across the courtyard," she said.

Before stepping toward the door, she paused, glancing down at the Hokage invitation resting on the corner of the desk.

Kushina tapped one finger against the open invitation.

"They can have Thursday."

She turned and took Ren’s hand, her grip warm and entirely certain.

"Tonight is not finished."

They slipped out of the study and crossed the quiet, moonlit courtyard to her house. Kushina opened her front door silently, walked down the hall, and peered into Naruto’s room. Naruto remained fast asleep in his crib.

Kushina returned to the hallway, took Ren’s hand, and led him into the bedroom.

The door closed behind them, leaving the Hokage’s invitation forgotten across the courtyard.

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