#ssm2015

sakura’s throat grows dry as she watches him: on his knees, bare ass resting against his calves as he strokes himself.

he’s going slow.

torturous.

she follows his arm’s movement, the way it goes down, rolls around the hard length, then back up. his thumb caresses the tip and he shudders. 

sakura shivers and tries to control herself. she knows this game; he’s trying to make her give in–he knows how… how tempting it is to watch him pleasure himself… sakura clenches her jaw and relaxes her stiff body, let’s her legs drop from the way she had them clenched together.

his hazy eyes shift to her and, at her calm facade, he smirks.

sasuke’s strokes begin to pick up speed, his grip tightens and his pleasure rises to the point he bucks his hips forward and into his hand. his moans are the loveliest thing she’s ever heard; soft, low, guttural. 

needy.

sakura tried to swallow, tries to erase the idea of pushing him back, straddling him and rolling her hips almost as fast as his hand goes.

“sasuke-kun…”

he looks at her, his eyes unfocused. it only added to the heat pooling in the pit of her stomach, to the wetness in between her legs.

sasuke moans, low and helpless as he thrusts forward. “fuck,” he breathes, “sakura.”

sakura doesn’t understand when she slides her hand in between her legs. if it’s when sasuke shifts and leans forward, his unoccupied hand gripping the bedsheets as he continues to slide his fist over himself, thrusting as if it’s her he’s fucking and not his hand. or maybe it’s when he starts breathing her name, when his brow furrows and his eyes close just after rolling them back with pleasure.

she tries to match the thrusts and strokes of her finger to the way he pumps his dick but sakura pulls away from herself and lunges towards him, pushes him back so his head hangs over the bed’s edge.

“stop, oh fuck, sasuke-kun. you asshole,” she hisses as she straddles him, her lips desperate as she kisses him. she bites his lower lip. sucks and pulls as she leans away, sinking down to his hard length and experimentally. rolling her hips.

they spend their entire night, relearning the way she folds and unfurls to him, how his eyes swirl as he imprints the memory of her to his mind. in every second. she laughs and he hisses, they converse with his hand on her pulsing heat, her lips on his throbbing throat.

slick with sweat, branded with bruises - she rises, he falls. his heart flutters as she pants on his ear, her arms around his neck. his name was hoarse against his skin, as she confesses again and again, while his callused thumbs catches the tears out of her cheeks.

Sasuke-kun, you’re really cute when you’re about to beg.-“

Pleading for mercy stop or, wheedling for more - he doesn’t know what he is asking her for. All he knows is he wants her. He wants to hear her low laugh, to look at those gleaming cat eyes, and that slight vindictive smile that promised retribution for his frequent teasing. Yet he refuses to give in, even if it feels like he could crumble in any moment.

Her skin is hotter than any fire he could breathe, and she leaves him breathless, as she sinks to him.

beg, her body seems to command as she withdraws, feeling the burning cold at his tip,

beg.

It’s between Skin Deep or Raw. Yours?! :D

Yes! Those ones are going to be great! There’s so many directions to go with them!!! I’ve actually got a couple paragraphs down for Skin Deep.

Esta es la infografía interactiva con los datos recolectados de Twitter, durante el Santiago Social Media de 2015, que se desarrolló el pasado jueves 16 de abril, en Santiago de Chile. 

Los datos los obtuvimos gracias a AnaliTICPRO, nuestro sistema de monitoreo de redes sociales capaz de recolectar, clasificar y analizar BigData en tiempo real. ¡Visita tu sitio AQUÍ!