The dim light of Takeshi's house danced on their sweat-glistening bodies, the air thick with a musky heat.
Temari, naked, sprawled on the couch, her blonde hair tousled, sipped sake straight from the bottle, a provocative smirk on her lips.
Takeshi, leaning against her, his muscular chest marked with red scratches, caught his breath, a challenging glint in his eyes. The tension between them crackled, unbroken, as if the first round had only fueled their hunger.
"Five minutes, huh?" Temari slurred, her voice raspy, slightly dragged by the sake. She sat up, letting the bottle clatter on the coffee table, her round breasts catching the light.
She moved closer, a leg sliding over Takeshi's thigh, her fingers tracing the marks she'd left on his chest.
"You seem to have regained your strength, Swordsman." Takeshi smirked, grabbing her wrist to pull her against him, his lips brushing her neck. "Who'd have thought the cold princess on the outside was actually a nymphomaniac, begging to be taken."
Temari shivered under his warm breath, but she didn't let him dominate. With a swift move, she pushed him back, pinning him to the couch, her thighs locking around his hips. "Begging? You're cute," she murmured, nibbling his ear, her nails tracing fiery lines across his pecs.
Takeshi growled, his hands gripping her ass, kneading with a force that made her moan. "Keep playing, Temari. I'll make you scream."
She leaned in, her lips capturing his in a voracious kiss, their tongues tangling with feverish urgency. The taste of sake and their sweat mingled, intoxicating.
Temari slid a hand between them, caressing his already hard member, feeling it twitch under her fingers.
"You're ready for more, huh?" she whispered, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Takeshi, breathless, tightened his grip on her hips. "Don't move, or I'll flip you right now."
Temari ignored the warning, her hips swaying slowly, teasing him with a delicious friction. She sat up, her hands on his chest for balance, her hair falling like a golden curtain.
"You like that, don't you?" she murmured, speeding up slightly, her wet intimacy gliding against him without letting him enter. Takeshi cursed, his fingers digging into her flesh.
"Damn, Temari, stop playing…" His voice was a growl, almost pleading.
She laughed, a raspy sound, and dropped down abruptly, taking him inside her without warning. A moan escaped Takeshi, his hips rising instinctively to thrust deeper.
Temari moaned, her nails raking his chest, leaving new marks. "Fuck… you're too good…" she gasped, beginning to move, her hips rolling with expert precision.
Each movement was a blend of strength and sensuality, her muscular body contracting with every thrust.
Takeshi, teeth clenched, let her lead for a moment, his hands caressing her thighs, then moving up to pinch her nipples.
Temari shuddered, a sharp moan escaping her. "Asshole…" she murmured, speeding up, the couch creaking under their movements.
"You like seeing me like this, huh?"
Takeshi smirked, his eyes devouring her sweat-glistening body, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. "I could watch this all night."
But he wasn't one to stay passive. With a sudden movement, he lifted her, flipping her onto the couch, her legs spread wide. "My turn, Princess," he growled, thrusting into her deeply. Temari cried out, her hands gripping the cushions, her nails tearing the fabric.
"Yes… like that!" she gasped, her thighs trembling under the assault. Takeshi, relentless, alternated slow, deep strokes with rapid movements, his hips slamming against hers, the sound echoing in the room.
"You're… even tighter…" he murmured, his lips nipping at her shoulder, leaving a red mark.
Temari, breath ragged, wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer. "Harder, asshole!" she commanded, her eyes gleaming with a mix of alcohol and desire.
Without hesitation, his hands slid under her ass to lift her, changing the angle. Each thrust hit a precise spot, making her scream, her body arching beneath him.
Sweat dripped from their bodies, their skins sliding against each other. Temari, on the edge, scratched his back, blood trickling from under her nails.
"I'm gonna… fuck…" she moaned, her muscles contracting around him. Takeshi, feeling the pressure build, slowed for a moment, torturing her.
"Not so fast," he murmured, his lips brushing her ear. Temari growled, her hips rising to force him to move.
"Move, or I'll kill you!"
He chuckled, resuming a brutal rhythm, his hands gripping her thighs. Temari screamed, her orgasm tearing through her like lightning, her body trembling, her nails digging into his shoulders.
"Takeshi!" she shouted, her voice broken by pleasure. He continued, prolonging her ecstasy, his own groans mingling with her moans.
"Damn… you're incredible…" he muttered, feeling his own climax approach.
Temari, still shaking, suddenly pushed him back, flipping him onto the couch.
"Not done," she breathed, taking control.
She straddled him, her hips rolling with deliberate slowness, her eyes locked on his.
"You're going to come for me," she said, her fingers tracing his chest, then descending to tease his testicles.
Takeshi cursed, his hips twitching beneath her. "Damn, Temari… you're…" He didn't finish, his body tensing as she sped up, her movements precise, merciless.
He exploded, a raspy groan escaping him, his semen filling her as she continued to move, prolonging his pleasure.
Temari, satisfied, collapsed on him, their breaths mingling, their bodies glued by sweat.
"Not bad… for a second round," she murmured, a smirk on her lips. Takeshi, panting, stroked her hair, his pulse still erratic.
"You're really something," he growled, his fingers tracing the curve of her back.
They stayed there, entwined, the silence broken only by their breathing. Temari, still a bit drunk, grabbed the sake bottle, spilling some on her chin as she drank.
She handed it to Takeshi, who took a sip, his eyes never leaving hers. "Still got energy, Princess?" he asked, his voice low, full of innuendo.
Temari laughed, sitting up slightly, her breasts brushing his chest. "Give me ten minutes and another drink, and I'll show you what a real kunoichi can do."
Takeshi smirked, pulling her into a slow, languid kiss, their lips promising more.