Leaving a lady alone with her desires is a dangerous thing to do; Mei Terumi had been left longing for many years for the touch of a man, but from one reciprocating of the same love she had for a man, it made it all worth the wait. Naruto couldn’t have come into her life at a far better time. He is a man she fell hard for, had the honor to watch grow into his own man, and she’d reign all hell lose if it’s not him. Yet, her heart is certain of his own unconditional love, and she’s ready to go as far as her body allows her. To create life together.
Her body is littered with her own scars, her own years of being a kunoichi especially in Kiri as a consequence. Though concentrated on certain parts, they've healed since. Regardless, she is all the more beautiful with her own stories to tell her growing family one day. Her azure optics marvel at what she can finally see. A roughed diamond, but even more beautiful with that spoken rarity. It was his very same scars that only made her want him more. Protect, worship, love more. Her hands often had the privilege of touching him; now that he was of age, she wasted no second in tracing her fingers to where the eyes couldn’t before. They crawl over the hole scar of his chest, and allowing her fingers to dance once more, to where her eyes guided, the art on his body, the handsome canvas. Naruto was a walking masterpiece. She would have to ask him about his inks once they’re through their carnal hunger.
She moans as his lips go from soft to possessive, her fingers bunching into a fist as she’s liberal with her breathing, even using her free hand to comb through his curls, before bunching them up behind his nape to mimic his biting, gripping him closer more than what he already was buried into her girls. Not only did Naruto come back with so much training, but this had been years of his own love repressed watching her grow as well.
Not anymore. No more waiting.
When they locked eyes again, her hands ease, quivering with anticipation. Her name is whispered, like a holy prayer, and when his eyes linger like that, she swears she was ready to be worshipped and devoured all the same by those goddess honoring lips. What are they waiting for?
It’s sudden, like a crash, the way her nails claw into his shoulders, pulling his weight to her, her lips feverish to kiss at his face and anywhere but it, his toned chest, his ribs, back at his neck, but she doesn’t stop. After all those years of waiting, she doesn’t intend to stop with her own desire, and she knows Naruto’s movements are just as fast, calculated, impulsive, just the way she would have wanted it. Just the way his eyes had spoken it already.
Those thoughts had telepathically transpired through their being, and their every fibre of want for each other, to become undone.
Naruto, Naruto....Naruto!!!