Chapter 60

-Sakura's POV-

His breath hitched, and the room went silent for a moment before I tried to kiss him again to end the almost awkward tension, but he pulled back so he could see my face clearly. Those gorgeous eyes are full of warmth and concern, but he looks more serious than usual, "Don't rush yourself for my sake. I'll wait however long you need."

Again, he's amazing. He treats me so well, and I want to show him my appreciation.

Tears threatened to begin welling up in my eyes, and I leaned in to kiss him again, this time succeeding. A blush rose when I pulled back again, but I kept it together, "I trust you. Can we at least try?"

Gaara's face began to warm and turn a charming soft red, but he nodded after a long pause of searching my face. My eyes danced from his lips up to his eyes and back again as I closed the distance between us, and then we were kissing again.

Unlike my past experience, it was slow, gentle, and full of adoration and care, the way he slid his tongue past my lips and shyly let it swirl with mine. He's so bashful about it every time it makes my heart flutter.

Slowly, in an effort not to scare both him and myself, I lifted one hand onto his stomach and gently ran it up to his chest before bringing it up to his neck and jaw, the tips of my fingers brushing into his soft red hair. Another minute passed before he finally reached up to run his fingers into my hair to more firmly press his lips against mine.

This arousal, it's like what I felt before things took a wrong turn in Yuki no Kuni, but it's also somehow different because it's Gaara. It's sweeter and more…I don't know…sure?

After another minute or two of steadily warming up, I pulled my lips from his and moved down to press slow kisses into his neck, speaking between each one, "I want to go to your room. Do you think it'll be okay with them home?"

He swallowed nervously under my touch before responding in a slightly forced voice, "I-If we're quiet, it should be fine." His pulse is so quick. I can feel it easily.

I climbed off of him as he sat up, and he shyly grabbed my hand to pull me into his room with him. Like the pair of inexperienced teenagers that we are, we sat in front of one another on his bed, the lamp on the nightstand being the only source of light. For some reason, my nervousness increased tenfold when I realized we were going to try this, but I'm still not scared, which is a good sign.

Red-faced and unsure, I averted my gaze from his attentive one and down to my knees, where my hands rested in my lap, "I'm not rushing you either, am I? We don't have to do this if you're not comfortable."

It was quiet for a few moments, and I hesitantly looked back up to see that Gaara's blush had faded a bit, and he was staring at me with a more sober expression, "What should, um…What should I do first?"

Warm adoration and giddiness washed over me at his honest reaction. He's a virgin, and though I badly wish I was, too, I still don't have much experience in how this type of situation should play out between a normal couple.

"I'll take my shirt off. You do it, too, okay?"

He nodded, long fingers twitching down to the hem of his t-shirt as his blush rose to the bright level it was at before. I held my breath, closed my eyes, and then pulled my sweatshirt over my head, tossing it off the edge of the bed. When he did the same, we looked up at one another naturally at the same time.

The heat boiling within my lower regions flared when I realized his body was even nicer than I imagined. He usually dresses in street-style clothing, which typically lends to a loose fit, so I wasn't sure what to expect. No matter what, I think he's perfect, but it doesn't hurt that he has an excellent physique.

Almost cautiously, he leaned forward, holding himself up with his hands, and I mirrored the act so he could kiss me. The tension very swiftly disappeared when he moved closer without parting our lips and reached to nervously run his fingers up my arm to cup my cheek, angling his head slightly above mine.

His lips parted slightly, and a slight sound left me when our tongues met halfway, both of us trying to make the first move.

His other hand gently grabbed mine and slowly pulled it toward him before guiding my palm to his chest. Gaara wants me to touch him; I can tell now. Taking his not-so-subtle hint, I bashfully ran my fingers down his torso.

Another moment passed, and I returned the gesture, grabbing the hand loosely circling my wrist and pulling it up to my chest. His breath hitched like it had out in the family room, and his fingers twitched slightly before he made them still while he seemingly got used to it.

When he eventually ventured to squeeze my breast, I pressed into his touch, inching my knees closer to his as my body's desire for his proximity increased with each movement of his tongue in my mouth. My response must've reassured him that I was not just pretending to be okay because he seemed to relax by a long shot.

Still, I sense that he won't further any progress we make without me taking the lead, at least for now, so I ran both of my hands down his middle to unbutton his jeans, nervous fingers fumbling slightly to unzip them. He seemed to hesitate, but only because he was timid. Thankfully, it doesn't feel like I'm forcing him into anything, or I would've backed off long before now.

To help him, I grabbed his wrists in mine and guided his hands slowly, steadily down to my own bottoms, his fingers brushing my skin along the way. Gaara didn't hesitate once his hands were there, and then we slowed our kiss before pulling apart, both slightly out of breath with the hot and heavy air.

Neither of us said a word but moved under the covers, him moving above me as I lay against his pillows. Gaara's eyes locked onto mine as his fingers curled around the hips of my jeans, studying me for the slightest sign of fear as he slid them lower and lower before, finally, they were completely off. Then he pulled back to look, meeting my gaze again a moment later with a bashful, anxious expression.

I smiled, letting out an embarrassed laugh and raising a hand to cover my mouth. He smiled then, too, and let his hands circle my hips, running them up my sides as he came low enough that we could kiss again. I moved my hand from my lips over his shoulder, fingers brushing against his warm skin.

"You're beautiful," he whispered against my lips, and I knew he meant it.

As our kiss re-deepened, I tugged at his jeans, and he took the hint, maneuvering them off the rest of the way. As he did, I pushed my courage to the max and reached under me to unhook my bra and pull its straps down my arms so I could toss it aside.

Even though he's new to all this, some things just come naturally, and he finally seems to have realized it's best to just go with what feels right because he stopped hesitating quite as much. I followed his lead, parting my legs as he moved between them and lowered himself more, so our chests were pressed against one another.

There was pressure against me, between my legs, and it brought a shock of fear through me. He froze instantly, pulling back to give me an apologetic look.

I shook my head, going through the steps to calm myself like my therapist helped me figure out, "I'm alright. Just give me a sec, Babe."

He nodded, frowning, "I'm sorry. I didn't..."

I cupped his cheek and offered a reassuring smile as I managed to get it together, "Don't apologize. You're doing everything right."

He leaned into my touch momentarily before coming down to kiss the crook of my neck. I arched it so he could do so more efficiently and let my hands wander about his warm skin. Just in these last ten minutes, I've figured out that he likes it when I do.

One of his hands came down to squeeze my breast for a moment before venturing a bit lower so he could brush his thumb against my hip bone. The yearning between my legs hasn't swiftly turned to utter and complete terror yet, so that's a good sign. In fact, I think I may actually be able to go through with this!

At some point, we had to move forward, and Gaara's hand ventured lower until his fingers curled around the hem of my underwear, but then he paused, his heated kisses on my neck and shoulder slowing slightly.

I tried to reassure him but was surprised by how sexual and breathy my voice came out, "It's alright. Keep going."

He pulled back slightly to look at my face, a new expression on his face, one I'd never seen. Those brilliant teal eyes seem much brighter but also dazed somehow, while his brow is semi-furrowed. I…really like it. He looks so sexy, and it makes me feel sexy because he's directing that stare at me and no one else.

My body gave a slight jolt when he first slid his hand beneath the thin cloth to touch me, but a massive wave of relief came over me when the awful, gut-wrenching feeling that occurred when Sasori tried this didn't arise.

For a moment, his movements were inexperienced and unsure, but when he finally found that oh-so-sweet spot against my pearl with the pad of his fingers, his insecurities seemed to fade, and he quickly figured out how to get a positive reaction out of me. Then I was kissing him more heatedly than before, my breathing becoming a bit uneven when a small wave of excitement and a hint of pleasure would climb through me from where he was touching.

At first, he seemed surprised by my reactions but then picked up his efforts so he could get more. The pleasure began to build in pressure until a flex of his fingers pulled a moan from my chest. My body arched to press against his in response to the incredible sensations.

Gaara pulled back a little, ending our kiss, and looked down at my body before meeting my eye again. His voice was low and tense, "Can I go down?"

Now I've been quite warm, seconds away from beginning to sweat, but the unfamiliar confident way he asked stirred a heat I'd never experienced. It left me with only the ability to nod. Careful hands slid my underwear down my legs and off my body as he sat between my bent knees. I covered my eyes with one of my hands, embarrassed that he was seeing my most private body parts.

"You're just nervous, right?" I nodded, grateful again that he was so attuned to my reactions.

"Please tell me if you don't like something, okay?" I nodded again, sliding my hand down my face to look down in time to see him disappear under the blanket and out of sight.

Moments later, a wild and wet heat met my lower regions, sending goosebumps up the skin of maybe my entire body, the good kind. Some kind of sexual sound left my lips, and I covered my mouth, back arching off the bed as he continued.

Oh, fuck. I forgot he's otherworldly at learning new skills. This is…This is so much better than anything I've ever felt in my life.

A couple moments later, the sharp pleasure suddenly increased, and my legs shook as I tried not to squeeze them closed around him, his name rolling off my tongue in a soft whisper. Long fingers came to hold the outside of each of my thighs, and he gently moved slightly higher so I could close my legs a little more without hindering what he was doing.

After another couple of moments, I got the urge to trade positions. I don't want to climax yet because if I'm not as aroused as I am right now, other negative emotions might overwhelm me.

"Gaara, baby, come here."

He obeyed instantly, looking a bit worried he'd done something wrong when he came back up from under the blankets. I switched our positions, nervously tugging his boxers down so I could pull him into my hands. When I met his eye to make sure he was alright before I moved on, a smile rose to my lips at the utter bashfulness and disbelief on his face.

"Tell me if you don't like it, too, okay?" He nodded, not seeming capable of verbally responding.

Brushing some of my hair behind my ear, I leaned down to slide him into my mouth. It took a couple moments to figure out how to breathe and what to do with my tongue, but I eventually did. He's a little bigger than Sasori, which naturally scares me a little because it might hurt, but I feel giddier about it than anything because Gaara's better than that asshole in every way.

The man in question, sucking in a surprised breath, pulled me from my thoughts and had me focusing more solely on my actions. His eyes were closed, and his head was back against the pillows, jaw flexing.

Pride soared through me. He likes it! I'm doing well!

My eyes drifted down to his attractive torso and lower to the lightly-defined "v" muscles in his lower abdomen. Unable to help myself, I ran my palm up his thigh to feel them, a wave of satisfaction coming over me when his muscles flexed in response to my touch.

Maybe a minute or two later, he groaned, the sound low and raspy, before reaching down to rest his hand atop mine, "I-If you don't stop, I'm gonna…."

I slid him out of my mouth, massaging him with my hand as I spoke, "Do you think you can go again if you do? It's okay if not." He nodded, wincing with one eye as he tried to keep his composure.

With that reassurance, I put him back in my mouth and resumed what I was doing before, glancing at his face every couple of seconds to take in the fantastic view of his face, uncontrolled and unguarded in pleasure. True to his word, maybe thirty seconds later, I felt him flex and twitch slightly within my mouth, and he tapped my hand under his a couple times to signal me.

I panicked just a little and released him, unsure what to do. He seemed to know because he wrapped his hand around mine and guided himself so his fluids landed on his stomach rather than me. I watched him with my mouth open slightly, a blush wild on my face.

The moment he was finished, his fingers loosened atop mine, and he looked down at me as he panted for breath, his face the same color as mine likely was, "Sakura, I-"

"That was really hot, Gaara." His brow furrowed, and he let his head fall against the pillows as he covered his eyes with his hand, moving it from atop mine.

A smile tugged at my lips. He's so adorable and shy. Then I glanced down at the thick liquid on his skin, back to his face, then let my curiosity get the best of me. I got some of it on my finger and put it in my mouth, a sound of understanding coming from my chest as Gaara dropped his hand to look at me in surprise.

I jumped slightly when his cock began rehardening and bashfully grinned, "It tastes like…seawater?"

I climbed out from between his legs and got a towel from the bathroom to clean up our mess. He moved on top again once that was done, fingers gently massaging the sensitive spot between my legs to amp up my excitement once again. Our blushes seemed to fade as we finally got used to the situation and overcame our bashfulness.

Once things were hot and electric between us again, he pulled his tongue from my mouth and met my eye with a furrowed brow, "We don't have to do this. We can stop here if you're not ready."

This is Gaara, and I know I can be one hundred percent myself and sincere with him, and he'll never judge me for it, so I nodded, hands on his shoulders as I bent my legs slightly further so he could more easily press himself against me, "Just promise me you'll go slow. Please be gentle."

Every ounce of my nervousness was etched into my words, and he stopped what he was doing as his expression morphed into reassurance, "I'll never hurt you like that."

I nodded, eyes watering slightly, "I know."

All of a sudden, the sexual nature of the air took a more emotional turn. After lining himself up correctly, Gaara's eyes came back up to lock onto mine, and then he gradually began pushing himself inside. If I moved even the slightest muscle, he'd freeze for a moment to make sure I was alright before continuing until, finally, he was all the way inside.

It was uncomfortable, and a small ghost of the previous pain was there, but I could tell it wouldn't linger. Tears fell down the sides of my face into my hair anyway because the sensation brought up unwanted memories. Gaara wiped at them, kissing my forehead, nose, and lips, "Are you alright?"

I nodded, running my fingers into his hair and offering him a small smile. Carefully, he moved his hips back before sliding back inside at a plodding pace. When I didn't outwardly react negatively, he repeated the action, then again, and then kept going at a very slowly accelerating pace.

To my surprise and relief, a tiny wave of pleasure flirted with my insides after about thirty seconds of this, making my eyes widen. His hips' rhythm stuttered because he thought he'd hurt me, those beautiful eyes searching my face more frantically.

"N-No, don't stop. It feels good…."

His jaw flexed and brow furrowed, but he wordlessly obeyed my request. After a moment, another wave of pleasure came, stronger, and over the next minute, they began climbing up my body from between my legs with nearly every thrust.

At some point, it became impossible to remain visually passive. My lips parted as I began panting, my legs wrapping around his body loosely. Then just breathing a bit harder wasn't enough either, and a small moan or two would pass my lips occasionally. Teal eyes took it all in.

Gaara's ready and willing to adjust or stop his actions for my sake. Of course, I'm a little embarrassed that he's studying my face so closely while I'm making these kinds of uncontrollable expressions and sounds, but it's Gaara. If it was anyone else, I'd be too worried that they'd judge me. I don't have to do that with him because I know he's not.

As the rope in my insides knotted tighter and tighter, I reached down between us to rub my clit, eager to be thrown over the edge, "Can you do it harder?"

Gaara's cock flexed within me; I felt it. He seemed stunned and didn't respond for a moment. My back arched, a slightly louder moan leaving my lips. I moved my other hand from his shoulder to bring the back to my mouth, squeezing my eyes closed, "Just a little harder, okay? I'm…I'm close!"

"Me too."

My eyes shot open to meet his again, but he came down to kiss me heatedly, leaving just enough space between us that I could keep my hand between my legs. Something made me reach a little lower, fingers parting over my entrance, where he moved more firmly in and out. The hot, moist, and hard feeling of it stirred something in me, and suddenly I was climaxing.

My hand swiftly came out from in between us to wrap around his torso, my other one holding onto his shoulder for dear life. Lips parted from mine, but I couldn't keep my eyes open to see his face. It was magnificent. It was wild and uncontrollable. My insides squeezed and flexed around him while my chest and middle section pressed firmly against his.

Moments later, when I came down, I gasped for breath. Both of us are sweaty now, but I'm not sure when it happened. When I opened my eyes, they locked onto his, and that heated look on his face was even more prominent than before.

Voice light and breathy, I offered, "Want me to get on top?"

He shook his head, eyes squeezing closed, "I'm about to…."

Realizing he might not be sure, I assured him bashfully as the rhythm of his thrusts became a bit unsteady, "It's okay to do it inside, i-if you want. I'm on birth control."

A low, attractive groan rumbled through his chest in response, him moving to rest his forehead on my shoulder as he thrusted in one final time before fumbling to hold my hip with one hand as an unfamiliar heat pooled within me. Then the two of us remained still for multiple moments, sweaty and panting.

An overwhelming sense of love, warmth, and relief washed over me as I looked at his shoulder. We actually did it. Only because of Gaara was I able to do something I was terrified I'd be unable to participate in for the rest of my life. No one else would've made me feel this reassured and secure, this safe.

Tears were falling down my face before I could stop them, and he pulled back when he noticed with a look of panic on his features, "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

He pulled out slowly so as not to hurt me by moving too quickly and then seemed ready to climb off me, but I wrapped my arms tightly around his middle and squeezed him to me, "Thank you for this, Gaara."

For a moment, he froze, but then he moved to lay on his side, lifting me slightly so he could manipulate my body into following his lead. Then he returned my embrace, pressing his lips into my hair, "I really love you."

I buried my face in his chest, happy tears falling harder, "I love you, too."