Chapter 164: Fuck Tsunade [8] 18+

Morning light filtered through the curtains in thin gold lines. Tsunade was already awake when Kael opened his eyes. She lay on her side facing him, one hand tucked under her cheek, simply watching. The usual sharp set of her mouth was softer. Something quieter sat in her expression.

"What happened?" he asked, voice still rough with sleep.

She was silent for a moment. When she spoke it was low, almost careful.

"I know I’m not the kind of woman who can keep someone like you forever. You’ll find girls your own age. You’ll get married. You have your whole life left."

Kael studied her face. "What are you trying to say?"

Her eyes flicked away, then back. "Even though we only agreed to a week... I want to be with you like this forever."

The words hung between them, honest and exposed. Kael shifted closer, closed the small distance, and kissed her. It was slow, unhurried, the kind of kiss that asked nothing and offered everything at once. When he drew back he rested his forehead against hers.

"I’m never going away," he said. "And you’re not going to get rid of me that easily."

Something in her shoulders loosened. She kissed him again, softer this time, and let him turn her onto her stomach. He moved over her, settled between her parted thighs, and guided himself into her with a single, careful push. She was still slick from the night before; the entry was smooth and deep.

Tsunade stretched her arms forward, cheek against the pillow, legs open. Kael knelt behind her, one hand braced on the mattress beside her shoulder, the other gently gathering her hair so he could see her face in profile. He began to move in long, measured strokes, letting her feel every inch of him.

A quiet sound left her throat.

"Mmm..."

He kept the rhythm unhurried. Each forward roll of his hips pressed him deep; each withdrawal left her aching for the next. The wet sound of their joining was soft, almost delicate in the quiet morning room.

"Schlick... schlick..."

"Ahh... hah..."

Her fingers curled into the sheets. When she squeezed her thighs together the heat around him tightened, and a low breath escaped them both. He answered by sinking a little farther, the hand in her hair steady but never rough, simply holding her while he moved. Minutes stretched. He did not rush. He let her feel the full length of every stroke, the slow drag against her inner walls, the way her body opened for him a little more with each pass.

"Mmm... ahh... Naruto..."

The name left her in a soft, open sigh. Kael leaned down, pressed his mouth to the back of her shoulder, and stayed there, breathing her in while his body continued the slow, deep pace. She pushed back to meet him once, then again, the small motion more invitation than demand. He gave her what she asked for, settling deeper, rolling his hips in a steady circle that made her breath catch.

"Hah... yes... there..."

Sweat began to gather at the small of her back. Her thighs trembled faintly. Still he moved with the same patient rhythm, drawing the pleasure out until it became a long, rising wave instead of a sharp peak. When her breathing grew shorter and her fingers tightened in the sheets, he eased the pace even more, keeping her suspended on the edge.

"Mmm... ahh... please..."

Only then did he let the wave break. Her climax rolled through her in deep, rhythmic pulses. A broken, grateful sound spilled into the pillow as her body tightened and fluttered around him. He held still inside her through it, kissing the back of her neck, waiting until the last tremor faded before he began to move again—slower than before, almost reverent.

When her breathing evened he eased out just long enough to slip a pillow beneath her hips. The new angle lifted her, opened her further. He settled over her again, one knee bent near her side, the other leg stretched between hers, and braced both hands on the mattress beside her breasts.

He pushed back in and the fit felt deeper still. Tsunade’s arms stayed bent above her head, fingers loosely laced. She turned her face toward him as much as the position allowed. Their eyes met. Kael held the gaze while he moved, slower now, every stroke deliberate and full.

"Ahh... mmm..."

Her lashes fluttered. A longer, softer sound left her—half sigh, half his name. He answered by lowering his weight a fraction more, chest brushing her back, mouth finding the curve of her neck. The kisses he left there were open and lingering. Beneath him she trembled, not from force but from the steady, rising tide of sensation he refused to rush.

"Hah... ahh... Naruto..."

He kept the rhythm deep and unhurried, letting her feel the way he filled her completely on every stroke. The wet sound of their bodies meeting remained soft, intimate. Her breath grew uneven again. Small, open moans slipped out with each thrust—quiet at first, then longer, more helpless as the pleasure built once more.

"Mmm... yes... ahh..."

Kael shifted the angle slightly, pressing closer, and felt her body answer with a fresh wave of heat. He stayed there, moving in short, deep rolls that kept constant pressure against the place that made her sigh his name. Her fingers tightened above her head. Her back arched faintly beneath him.

"Hah... hnn... I’m—"

The climax that took her this time was quieter and deeper than the first. Her body tightened around him in long, rhythmic pulses; a broken breath spilled against the pillow. Kael followed a moment later, burying himself fully and letting go with a low sound of his own, spilling into her in thick, warm waves while he kept her close. He stayed joined to her through every pulse, forehead resting against her shoulder, breathing her in.

They remained like that while their heartbeats slowed. Eventually he slipped free and rolled onto his side, drawing her with him so they faced each other again. Tsunade’s hand rose to his cheek. She kissed him—once, twice, unhurried—and kept kissing him as if the conversation from earlier still lived between their mouths.

Kael rested his palm against the small of her back and spoke against her lips.

"You’re my woman now. You’re not getting away from me."

She made a small sound of agreement and pressed closer. Their legs tangled. When he hardened against her thigh again she only shifted to make room, welcoming him back inside with a soft, open sigh.

"Mmm..."

He moved into her slowly, the morning light warm across their skin, and the quiet sounds of their joining filled the room once more—unhurried, intimate, with no need for words beyond the ones already spoken. Neither of them was in any hurry to let the other go.

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