GaaMatsu-From Matsuri's Fate Ch 16

Gaara watched as I trekked into the kitchen to accept his glass of water, and I stared up at him as I drank it, "You called me "babe" earlier."

I smiled, sitting the now-empty glass on the counter and coming around so I could hold his hands in mine, "And? I'll do it again!"

The corner of his lips tugged, and a slight pink dusted his cheeks, "I like it."

His adorable, shy expression made my heart flutter, and I tugged on his hands until he came down so I could kiss him, wrapping my arms around his neck so he'd pick me up. He took the hint, and I wrapped my legs around his hips, slipping my tongue into his mouth.

Somehow, Gaara managed to shut all the lights off before climbing the stairs and didn't bother turning any on once we made it to our bedroom. Instead, he sat on the edge of the bed, hands moving to my hips, waist, breasts, and whatever else they could reach. Feeling quite impatient, I tugged his shirt up, and he let me pull it off over his head before doing the same to me.

His eyes widened when he saw the sexy lace piece that made the top of the lingerie set I'd put on. I eagerly moved to kiss his neck, pressing against him to feel his skin against mine.

"M-Matsuri, what is…." He trailed off, a hitch coming in his breath when I reached down to rub against the hard bulge beneath me.

A desperate timbre tugged at my voice as I spoke between kisses to his skin, "A gift from Ino. Do you like it?"

"Yes, very much."

A happy squeal passed my lips when he suddenly switched our positions, hands almost roughly caressing every part of me possible as he stole my lips again. I pressed against him, my legs crossed around his hips, and those oh-so-beautiful fingers unbuttoned my shorts. I released him so he could slide them off me, busying my hands and unbuckling his belt.

Teal eyes locked onto mine heatedly as he unbuttoned his jeans and slid them lower on his hips, "You get like this every time you're drunk."

I returned the hungry look, unzipping them for him, "Hurry, Babe."

That seemed to flip a switch in him because he slid my underwear to the side and shoved himself into me, pants lowered just enough for him to do so. A cry of surprise passed my lips, and my head fell back as he wrestled my hands to the bed and angled himself over me so my lower body was slightly off the bed as he pounded into me with all he had.

Gaara's gorgeous eyes bore into mine, and I couldn't look away even as sounds of pleasure dusted the air from us both. The only other sounds were the jingle of his belt, which came every so often with his hips' movement, and our heavy breathing. His name fell from my lips when he hit something inside me that he's never touched before, temporarily making my mind blank.

"Gaara, t-there! Right there, do it again!"

His fingers tightened around my hands as he obeyed, the fire in his eyes getting even hotter. Another thirty seconds couldn't pass before I was brought to a debilitating climax beneath him, my insides squeezing him desperately as unfamiliar moans all but bled from my lips.

Gaara didn't stop for a moment but released my hands once I came back down to Earth, and that's all I needed to roll over on top of him. Without missing a beat, my hips began moving.

It felt amazing, every moment of it, even after already climaxing.

Sweat dusted both of our skin. I mirrored his earlier action and interlaced our fingers on both hands, pinning him down to the bed as I adjusted the way I moved my hips to cater to the new angle. Rather than stare at him, though, I gave his neck and shoulder attention with my mouth.

His fingers wrapped around my hands as his chest vibrated with a moan, and then he spoke in a dangerously low and tantalizing voice, "You're so…hah…sexy…."

Then he was sitting up under me. I straightened my spine and altered my technique to a more up-and-down rhythm. His hands gripped the blanket slightly behind him as he used his arms to hold his weight and watched me like I was a piece of meat and he was a predator as I continued to ride him. The new angle allowed him to hit a different part of me each time I came down onto him, and it soon had me letting my head fall back as I gasped for breath, his name leaving my lips every so often to illustrate my obsession with him.

Once I became accustomed to withstanding the overwhelming sensation, I could meet his eye again and hold his gaze firmly. The dark and dangerous expression on his features only made everything feel better, and soon he was getting close. I could feel him throbbing and flexing inside me.

Just as I was sure he was at his limit, he rolled over on top of me and pulled out, pumping himself in one hand while firmly holding one of my legs straight against the front of his body. I panted for breath, glancing between his face and his cock a few times before he finally released over my stomach.

Then he came down to kiss me, my leg bending so he could press my knee to my chest, and my foot was over his shoulder. Despite having exhausted much energy, he seemed equally as excited as before this all started. I drunkenly matched his aura.

A minute or two passed, and he slid inside me again, hard as a rock. My brow furrowed as he brought my other foot over his shoulder. Another climax slowly began building within me since the angle he was recklessly thrusting into me allowed him to go deeper. A minute passed, and it became clear he wanted to switch positions.

When he pulled out, he stood to kick off the rest of his clothing, and I did the same, ditching the lingerie. Then he pulled me to the side of the bed and turned me around so I could stand in front of him and entered that way, pushing me forward to bend onto the bed with a hand flat on my back.

Each thrust of Gaara's hips brought a moan from me, and after a moment or two, he changed his mind. He pulled me up by my arms until my back hit his chest, and then one of his came down to hold my hip so that I couldn't pull away from him, and the other wrapped across my chest to hold the opposite shoulder, keeping me upright. I clung to the arm across my chest for dear life as he abused my insides as he saw fit. Pants of breath moved my hair and tickled my sweaty skin from behind.

"Close your legs."

Oh, God, it's that same voice he used the first time we had sex.

I obeyed instantly and somehow managed to gasp out, "Your voice…."

Usually, Gaara might be too bashful to do something like that on the fly without knowing it would be requested, but something was in the air tonight because he responded expertly. The hand on my shoulder fumbled to wrap around my neck, firm enough to pump my blood more quickly but not so much so that I couldn't breathe.

"You like it?"

A pleasured cry melted into the air, and he released his hold on me, allowing me to fall forward as he helped me onto my hands and knees on the bed. Then he was bent over me, lips brushing against the sensitive skin between my shoulder blades, "You're getting close, I can tell."

He's so good at this, and he's so right.

Strong hands held both of my hips as he continued to hit sweet spot after sweet spot, whispering little taunts against my skin as I got closer and closer to the edge. When I finally fell in, my arms gave out, and I gripped hands full of the blanket as I buried my face in it and pressed back against him.

The moment the incredible electricity faded, exhaustion truly hit me. Still, I didn't have to worry if I could hold out longer because Gaara pulled out, and I felt his hot fluids against my middle and lower back.

Then he let himself fall to the bed beside me, his feet still on the floor. I rolled onto my side, facing him. It doesn't matter now if what's on my back gets on the bed. The fluids from the first round already had. Tomorrow, we're going to have to do some laundry.

We both gasped for breath in silence for a long time, but he turned his head to look at me after that, eyes dancing over my appearance, "Are you alright? I didn't hurt you, did I?"

I shook my head, "That was incredible." He nodded, gaze locking more firmly onto mine since I reassured him my body was fine.

For a minute or two, we just stared at one another before he spoke in a suddenly soft and emotional voice, very different from the frantic lust-charged sex we just had, "I'm so in love with you."

I reached over to wrap my hands around his arm and smiled sleepily, "And I'm in love with you. Let's stick together, okay? We make a good team."

He smiled, actually smiled, "Okay."