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“He’s training with some friends across town,” Temari answered, knees weakening with the way his hands ran up and down her sides. “I told him to be back by 10.”

Shikamaru didn’t say anything for a while. Temari closed her eyes, enjoying how close their bodies were to each other. “Three times.”

Temari looked back at him with those familiar, combative emerald eyes. “What?”

“That’s enough time for me to get you to orgasm three times.”

Sweat permeated through Temari’s skin, her blond hair plastered on her face, neck and back. She felt like she couldn’t breathe with Shikamaru’s shadows holding down her limbs against the futon. Only when they were alone was Temari able to fully relax, letting him take the lead. Temari was always on top of things, as a shinobi, as a wife and as a mother. When we was alone with Shikamaru, she was different. Only then would she let her guard down and bask in the moment.

Yes, in the shadows of their bedroom, it was Shikamaru who took the lead.

Temari gasped as her husband consumed the heat between her legs. She tried to fight his shadows, but she failed. Her body felt weak, having melted against Shikamaru’s influence. His nose rested on her mound as his tongue rubbed harshly against her sensitive bud, her fluids gushing all over his chin. She felt his shadows run over her nipples. Her hips bucked, but they only moved slightly – Shikamaru had an iron grip around her thighs. Feeling her tense up from under him, he dug two of his fingers inside and continued to devour her. The sound of her heavy, desperate pants filled his ears, turning him on like some rabid dog. Finally, she let out a loud moan, her muscles tensing for a few moments as she worked through her orgasm.

“Shikamaru…please…”

Shikamaru liked seeing her like this. Her face rested on its side, her eyes shut closed but her brows were raised – like she wanted to sleep, but her anticipation prevented her from doing so.

“Don’t be greedy,” he replied, sitting up and releasing his jutsu. Like clockwork, Temari got on her knees and keeled over, her mouth engulfing his hardened length. Shikamaru hissed. Temari was unexpectedly eager to suck his cock, her head bobbing down as far as she could go without gagging. She didn’t do this normally. He leaned back, his arms holding him upright on the futon. Temari watched as his mouth parted, unable to catch his breath. His head flung back when she picked up the pace. She wanted to keep going, to keep pleasuring him this way. She tried hard not to trigger her gag reflex as she took him into her throat as far as she could go again and again and again. She could feel him weakening against her – he was close.

But then he pushed her away. She shot daggers at him, wanting to continue.

“No,” Shikamaru said with such authority that she felt her walls tighten in excitement. His sharp eyes sneered back at her. “You’re gonna get on top of me and get me to cum inside you.”

Fuck was he sexy when he took charge.

Heart racing and pussy absolutely drenched, Temari straddled his hips between her legs. Her hand steadying his dick as she slid down.

“Fuck,” Shikamaru hissed, “You take me so well.”

Temari immediately started pumping his cock with her pussy, closing her eyes so she could focus on the stretch he gave her. Her breasts swayed as she did. Shikamaru found the repeated motion tantalizing. Shadows of his hands snaked their way up Temari’s torso and grabbed her tits, holding them in place, like they were presenting him with a feast. Shikamaru leaned into her chest, sucking hard on one nipple.

“Ahn!” Temari moaned, her hands raking through his hair. They were stopped by his hair tie, which she promptly tore away and threw aside. She had always liked his hair down anyway.

Shikamaru laid back on the futon at this point, his hands tucked under his head. He intended to let Temari do all the work, deducing that – at this moment – her eagerness to ride his cock would be greater than her irritation at his laziness.

For a split-second, Temari considered not letting Shikamaru get away with doing nothing. But that split-second ended, and her hips were still grinding against his. She could feel her slick dripping down the insides of her thighs, her skin sticking to his where they collided.

Moments passed. Sweat was running down the back of her neck, down her spine. Her cheeks, chest and inner thighs were blushing red. She was getting tired. “Cum, Shikamaru. Cum inside me…” she pleaded.

“You want my cum?”

“I want your cum. I want the Hokage’s right hand man to cum inside me.”

Shikamaru's thumb rubbed down on Temari’s exposed clit. She held back a squeal.

“The Hokage is nothing without you. You’re the one who does all the hard work,” Temari continued.

Shikamaru felt himself tensing under her. “He has no right to keep me from fucking my wife like this every night.”

“Exactly!” Temari nearly yelled, “Exactly! The Hokage’s advisor should be fucking his wife like this every…single…night! He deserves it. She deserves it.” She punctuated each of her words by crashing down hard on his hips, getting the both of them to reach an orgasm by the final collision.

Temari let out a scream as she came, Shikamaru supporting her by holding her hands in his. She continued to sit on him as she came down and caught her breath. Slowly, she slinked down and collapsed beside him, legs and arms intertwining with his.

Shikamaru kissed her tenderly. She was pleasantly surprised, still a little dazed from the best orgasm she had in a while. He pushed her hair behind her ear and stoked her cheek. “I’ve been neglecting you that much?” he asked in a pained tone.

Temari opened her eyes. He was staring at her intensely, like he was searching for something that he couldn’t reach by just touch alone. “I know that it’s no one’s fault.”

Shikamaru kissed her again, this time passionately. His hands were firmly planted at the back of her head and the small of her back, his embrace tightening with every passing second. Temari could do nothing but respond to how his tongue plowed into hers, desperately trying to taste her. It was too much. She gasped for air when he finally released her. There was still a sadness about him.

Shikamaru rested his head in the hollow of Temari’s neck. “I promised you three.”

Shikamaru postulated that Shikadai would return in about an hour. That would give him enough time get Temari to cum one more time and clean up. He threw one of her legs over his shoulder and buried himself deep inside of her. Her breathing hitched, and she looked up at him. Those eyes were usually so combative, but right now, they were filled with lust.

“Fuck, Temari,” Shikamaru whispered as he started swinging his hips.

Temari gasped, her body twisting to the side to grab a hold of the pillow. Even with her face pressed into the pillow, she was slack-jawed, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. With every thrust, Shikamaru drove her into a mind-numbing state.

Shikamaru kissed the calf flung over his shoulder. He was losing himself, too, in the pleasure guaranteed by her squelching pussy. She had been with him since they were young. He didn’t understand women then. He still didn’t. But he understood her. He knew the moment he laid his eyes on her that evening that she wanted him to rail her until the morning. He knew that if he leaned over more, pressing her leg up some more, that he’d be able to hit just the right spot.

Shikamaru pushed her leg back, letting him hit that sweet spot hidden deep within her folds. He heard Termari moan into the pillow, noticing how her grip around it tightened.

Temari grit her teeth. Shikamaru knew her well. He knew just the right spot to hit, and soon he would—

“Fuck!” Temari yelled, releasing the pillow. She looked down where his dick was mercilessly beating her innocent pussy. Shikamaru ran his fingers through her clit, alternating between harsh digging and soft caressing as he pleased. It was driving her insane.

Completely insane.

“Shikamaru, I’m…” she looked up at him with an expression that could only be described as desperate. Desperate for release.

“Cum all over my dick,” Shikamaru said – commanded, really – in a low voice.

Temari felt her lower body tense up, that familiar white-hot sensation building up at her center only to be pushed over the edge. With a sweet moan leaving her lips and her release pooling in one spot on the futon, all the tension in her body dissipated and she collapsed.

Smirking, the Hokage’s advisor decreed, “That’s three.”

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