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There were a few things that Sakura was sure of. Summer followed spring. Anko dumplings were delicious. The best natural remedies for colds were chamomile and ginger. 

And she loved Rock Lee.

They had been dating for several months now, after Lee had once again mustered up the courage to ask her out. She’d been hesitant at first, still reeling from the sting of Sasuke’s final rejection, but in the end decided one date wouldn’t hurt.

That date turned into two, and then three, four, five, and six.

Sakura was having the time of her life. Lee was everything she could have asked for in a boyfriend. He was a perfect gentleman, pulling her chair out for her at restaurants and always asking permission before he took her hand or gave her a hug. He asked about her day, and then actually listened to her answers. He frequently brought her flowers for no reason other than he was thinking of her. He pushed her hard when they trained together, but also offered her a sanctuary when she had a bad day. He was kind, loving, unyieldingly sincere.

And to her surprise, he was an amazing kisser.

The first time was after their third date. He had spent the entire dinner looking nervous, but wouldn’t answer her when she asked what was wrong. It wasn’t until he walked Sakura back to her apartment that he spoke.

“Um…Sakura, if it is okay, may I…I mean, can we…I want…”

She waited, her jade eyes watching him curiously.

“May I…kiss you?” he finally managed, his face matching Sakura’s crimson dress.

Sakura’s eyes went wide as she felt her own face burn, but she still responded, “You may.”

Lee still looked nervous, but he placed his gentle hands on either side of her face, holding her in place as his lips brushed against hers.

Sakura’s heart nearly burst, giddy energy racing through her. She kissed him back, her arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him closer. He sighed against her as his hands slipped from her face to her back.

When he pulled away a minute later, he looked as dazed as she felt.

After that, their dates always ended with a kiss, each more dizzying and passionate than the last. As sad as they both were for the dates to come to an end, they couldn’t deny how much they enjoyed that part.

Then, one night a few months later, Sakura felt a little braver than usual as he walked her home. When he leaned in, she accepted the kiss as usual, cherishing the way it set her nerves alight. But when he pulled away, Sakura gently gripped his arm.

“Hey, Lee?” 

“What is it, Sakura?”

Her cheeks burned. “Would you like to come inside for a bit?”

Lee’s eyes widened. “Are you sure? I do not wish to impose.”

“You could never,” Sakura reassured him. “You’re my boyfriend, you’re allowed to come into my apartment.”

She loved how his face lit up. “Then I would love to.”

She led him up the stairs to the apartment she now called home. It had taken forever to save enough to move into her own place, but it was well worth the trouble. It was a little flat over a bakery, so every morning she was greeted with the scents of sugary frosting and fresh bread. Inside the front door, a pink rug welcomed anyone who entered. The kitchen was small and white, with a small table and set of chairs sitting just past the counter. The living room held an ugly beige sofa that she’d attempted to cover with a pink blanket and a dark wooden coffee table. Her bedroom was off to the right, her pink bed and brown bookshelves concealed by a white door.

It still needed a little love, but it was hers, and she was proud of it.

Sakura brewed some tea on the stove, then looked over to where he was leaning against the counter. “How would you like your tea?” she asked, pouring the tea into two cups.

“As is,” Lee replied.

“Really? No cream or sugar?”

Lee shook his head.

Sakura smiled. “I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised.” 

She handed him his cup before stirring some sugar into hers, then led him over to her sofa. They sat next to each other, sipping the tea and talking about whatever came to mind. Lee shared a funny story from his last mission about how Kiba got very distracted by a woman carrying a cat and walked into a pole. Sakura in turn talked about some of the breakthroughs they were working on at the hospital and how they were exploring the medicinal properties of a flower from the Land of Rivers. Lee promised if he ever found himself back there, he would pick some for her.

That made Sakura smile fondly. No matter what, Lee always appeared to be thinking of her and her happiness. She couldn’t remember the last time anyone had made her feel this appreciated or loved.

She set her tea down, then leaned closer. Lee took the hint and mimicked her actions.

This time, when their lips slotted together, there was a simmering heat that hadn’t been there before. Perhaps it was the awareness that no one was watching them there, or perhaps it was just something that had been building naturally over time, but whatever it was sent an electric current from Lee’s body through Sakura’s.

She felt herself leaning back as he kissed her. He followed her, his lips hovering above hers as they laid down. Once they had shifted and he was laying on top of her, he stole a sigh from her as he recaptured her lips. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders as his hands cradled her face, keeping each other exactly where they were most wanted.

Then she felt Lee’s tongue brush against her lips, and she immediately welcomed him in.

His tongue glided against hers, carefully exploring her mouth. One hand remained resting against her cheek as the other drifted lower, mapping out her curves with his palm. In this, as with everything he did, he proceeded carefully, watching her for any sign of discomfort or disapproval.

She gave him none. Instead, she ran her own hands over his back, committing the map of his strong muscles to memory as he showered her with affection.

Eventually, Lee lifted his head, giving them both a chance to catch their breath. His eyes, dark with desire, made Sakura shiver as her mind and body screamed for more. Her hand traced up his back until it found the zipper at Lee’s neck. She watched him as carefully as he did her, fiddling with the zipper and waiting for a sign that she could proceed.

Then Lee blinked, and he suddenly looked more alarmed than he had before.

He immediately recoiled, rolling off her and getting to his feet. “Sakura, I am so sorry,” he said, folding his arms over his chest. “I should not have gotten so carried away.”

Sakura pushed herself up, staring at him in bewilderment. “Lee, it’s ok.”

“I…” Lee hugged himself tighter. “I am sorry, but I should go,” he said, turning towards the door.

Sakura hesitantly reached out, then drew her hand back. “Did I do something wrong? Was I pushing too hard?”

Lee stopped and looked back at her. “No, not at all,” he replied. “I just…I need to go now.”

Sakura tucked her hands under her arms and looked down. “Ok…good night then, Lee.”

After he walked out of her apartment that night, he refused to acknowledge what had happened no matter how or when she asked. Sakura repeated her offer to come to her apartment after each subsequent date, but Lee turned her down every time. He didn’t invite her into his apartment either. Instead, he would only give her a chaste kiss and gentle embrace before bidding her farewell.

She asked him point blank after the third attempt if she was making him uncomfortable, but he immediately shook his head. “No, my blossom,” he said. “You could never.”

Unfortunately, he offered explanation beyond that, leaving Sakura pulling her hair out. She thought through everything about his behavior, trying to come up with a reason. She even caved and asked Ino for her advice, but Ino was as lost as she, only speculating that he actually was uncomfortable and didn’t want to upset her.

Then, two weeks later when she was training with him again, Sakura finally got some answers. 

They were in their usual field. Lee was in his green jumpsuit, Sakura in a red vest and black shorts. The sun cast a blanket of warmth over the field, a few puffy clouds providing a hint of shade. A gentle breeze ruffled the grass and their hair, carrying with it the scents of the nearby forest.

Sakura crossed her arms and blocked a well-placed kick from Lee. She then responded with a kick aimed at his midsection. Lee gracefully turned, and her foot only found open air. She tried an uppercut next, but Lee’s hands grabbed her arm, yanking it down and pinning it behind her back. 

Sakura then kicked one of her legs back, sweeping his legs out from under him. Lee let out an “Oof!” as he started to fall. Sakura made a similar noise as she felt herself fall with him, his grip on her arms tugging her down.

They rolled over twice in the grass before coming to a stop, Sakura landing on her back. She couldn’t help but laugh, Lee joining in a moment later.

Then Sakura realized that there was a weight on top of her.

And when she opened her eyes, Lee was sprawled across her.

Her jade eyes met his black ones as their laughter died away. Neither of them spoke, the only sound they made from their heavy breathing. Then Lee started to pull away. “I am so sorry, Sakura! I-”

Before he could finish what he was saying, Sakura pulled him down until his face was an inch from hers.

“Lee,” she whispered. “Kiss me.”

His eyes widened, but he did as she requested. He closed the remaining distance, pressing his lips against hers.

She sighed against him, her arms snaking around his back as the stress from the last few weeks melted away. They both shifted, wanting their bodies to be closer. Lee pressed down as Sakura arched upward, and she burned everywhere they touched.

This was just a hint of what she’d been craving since that night. Her eyes fluttered closed as their lips crashed together, the heat from that night surging through their bodies. 

This time, Sakura took the initiative, pressing her tongue against his lips. 

Lee let her in, moaning as her tongue massaged his. His hands began to roam, coming dangerously close to the curves of her breasts and backside but never daring to actually touch.

Sakura’s legs parted, and Lee nestled in between them, pressing against her in such a way that his desire for her was unmistakable. Sakura whimpered against his lips, pressing back as she savored how he held her, how he kissed her, how he touched her. She reached up, her hand tracing his collar as she desperately ached to touch more of his skin.

It didn’t take long for the same panic to overcome him. He jerked away from her touch and rolled off. “I am so sorry, Sakura!” he cried, panic painting his face. “I do not know what is wrong with me! I will do better, but I must go.”

Sakura marched over and grabbed his shoulder before he could dart away. “Lee, please don’t go!”

“But, Sakura!”

“Lee, will you please just talk to me?”

He paused, not moving forward but still unwilling to look at her.

“Lee, please,” she said. “Are you sure I haven’t done something wrong?”

“No, Sakura. You have done nothing, I promise you.”

“Then what?” She swallowed a flicker of fear. “Do you not want to be with me after all?”

He immediately shook his head, looking panicked. “No! You are everything I have ever wanted, Sakura. That has not changed!”

“Then what is it?” she pleaded. “Please, Lee. I don’t understand what’s causing you to run away from me.”

She could see the fear in his eyes as he hesitated. She reached for his hand, gently wrapping it with her own.

“Please,” she repeated. “I want to understand what’s wrong.”

His gaze drifted to their hands.

“Ok,” he said. “But not here.”

Sakura nodded. “Would you be more comfortable in your apartment?”

“...If that is all right.”

They made their way through the streets of Konoha to Lee’s apartment. It was small and simple, with barely enough room for the green bed sitting by the door and the armchair and television by the opposite wall. A small shelf and dresser combination lined the left wall. A set of weights sat under the window. And attached to the wall above the bed was a poster of a smiling Might Guy giving her a thumbs up, encouraging her to help Lee through whatever was bothering him.

Lee sat on the bed, gesturing for her to do the same. Once she was seated, Lee started to speak. “Sakura, first, let me apologize if I have caused you any distress. That is the last thing that I want to do to you.”

Sakura nodded, but remained silent.

“Second…” he swallowed, collecting himself. “The reason for my strange behavior as of late…is that I do not wish to lose you, Sakura.”

“Lee…” she whispered. “I’m not going anywhere. Why would you think something like that?”

Lee tried to answer, but his words failed him. So instead, he took a deep breath, then unwrapped the bandages concealing his left arm. As they fell away, scars emerged all across his arm. His skin below the bandages was a mottled dark pink, a parting gift from the Chunin Exams so long ago. A few spots were criss-crossed by white slashes from kunai. In three different places, she saw lines and dots from stitches, including one along his elbow that she’d done herself.

Sakura stared at the scars for a few moments, then looked up at Lee. “I still don’t understand.”

“The rest of me is like this,” Lee replied, so quietly Sakura nearly missed it. “Torn to shreds and disfigured.”

Sakura sat back, suddenly understanding.

“If you were to see it, you would be disgusted, and rightly so,” Lee said. “But I do not think I could bear that.” His voice broke as tears formed in his eyes. “You truly are everything that I have ever wanted, Sakura, and I am not ready to lose you.”

Sakura silently laid her hand over his. When Lee looked at her, she picked up his hand and pressed a gentle kiss against his scarred knuckles.

“It doesn’t matter how many scars you have now, or how many more you’ll gain in the future.” She traced a line down his arm. “They don’t make you disgusting. They tell your story - of how much you’ve overcome and how strong you’ve gotten.”

Lee blinked. A glimmer of hope passed through his face as tears flowed down his face.

Sakura leaned forward and kissed both of his cheeks. “I’m not going anywhere, Lee. I’m yours for as long as you’ll have me.”

“Sakura…” 

This time, it was Lee who leaned in. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him, kissing her with desperate need. Sakura stroked his cheek as she kissed him back, whispering reassurances to him in the space between their kisses.

When she began to lean back, she caught herself on her elbows. She pulled her head back, panting slightly as she studied Lee. “Do you trust me?”

He nodded.

Sakura slipped her hand behind him, resting it on his zipper. She felt his muscles tense as his arms unconsciously crossed his chest.

“Lee, look at me.”

He obeyed.

“We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with,” she continued. “But…I would like to see, if you’re ok with it.”

It took him a long moment, but his expression grew determined. He nodded at her.

Sakura slowly pulled his zipper down, the teeth opening down along his spine before ending just above his hips. She then hooked her fingers into the fabric, slowly pulling it forward. Lee didn’t resist, simply pulling his arms free as the sleeves slid off, then unwinding the bandages on his right side.

As Lee had stated, his torso and arms were littered from scars he’d earned from his life as a shinobi. Besides the sand burns on his left side, he had a long slash that crossed him from his right shoulder to the bottom of his rib cage. Tiny nicks and pucker marks spotted his pecs, as if he’d fallen into thorns. More stitch marks on his shoulder. Patches where the skin was two different colors. And of course, the long surgical scar that followed the path of his spine.

Lee tensed as the upper half of his jumpsuit was peeled away, his hands gripping the comforter and turning his knuckles white.

“It’s ok, Lee,” Sakura soothed. “It’s only me.”

He tried to smile at her, but his apprehension was still evident.

She studied the scars carefully, the medic in her wanting to ask a million questions. But she chose only one: “Do they hurt?”

Lee looked surprised. “No, not anymore,” he replied. “They sometimes cause stiffness, but I have a balm for that.”

Sakura nodded, filing that information away in her mind. She then asked a second question: “May I touch you?”

Lee looked even more surprised. “If you are comfortable doing so.”

Sakura sighed, then gently prodded his shoulder. “I am, or else I wouldn’t have asked,” she said. “Have a bit of faith in me, ok?”

“I do,” Lee replied, and Sakura knew that he meant it.

The hand on his shoulder ran down his chest. She marveled at the muscles underneath her palm, each one feeling like iron hidden beneath his skin. Her second hand joined in, tracing the lines of his abs with her fingertips. His body was the definition of physical strength, honed by years of training into the exquisite specimen now resting beneath her palms.

His breathing changed as she continued to touch him. His pupils became more dilated. The tension in his muscles dissipated, and he relaxed with his back against the wall.

Sakura slid forward, straddling his thighs. She leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss against his lips. 

“You are incredibly attractive, Lee,” she said. “Your scars don’t change that.” She tilted her head, her lips brushing his ear. “I still want you.”

She felt him tremble beneath her hands. Then his strong arms enveloped her like a warm blanket. “Sakura, thank you,” he whispered. “You have no idea how much it means to hear you say that.”

When she turned to smile at him, he caught her lips once more.

She remained on top this time as he slid down, his back flat against the mattress. Her lips and tongue met his, lighting a smoldering fire between them. Her hands clutched at him as his began their own exploration. His fingers splayed across her back as his hands moved slowly, as if he wanted to touch as much of her as possible.

She lifted her lips from his, and his eyes widened in dismay. But before he could beg her to come back, she began trailing kisses across his cheek. When she reached his neck, his whole body shivered. His eyes slid shut as she teased the delicate skin, her lips and tongue causing pink spots to blossom. 

“Do you like that, Lee?” she teased.

“I do, Sakura,” he replied.

In response, she became a little more forceful. She kissed him harder at the junction of his neck and shoulder, then sucked on the same spot.

The low moan he emitted was nothing short of delicious.

Encouraged, Sakura kept going, using her lips and tongue to test other nearby spots. When she would find one that produced a more intense reaction, she concentrated her efforts there, grazing him with her teeth and sucking as hard as she could while he writhed under her. Before long, it looked as if a garden of dusty roses bloomed down his neck. Then she turned his head and repeated her experimentation on the other side.

Lee writhed underneath her, his soft whimpers interchanging with deep moans of her name. He clung to her, holding her as best she could as she continued to tease him. Lower down his body, he grew hard beneath the bottom half of his jumpsuit, the intensity of his noises increasing more and more as the minutes passed. He kept his eyes closed for the most part as Sakura decorated his neck with her mouth, but the few times he cracked them open, she nearly drowned in the intense desire she saw there.

Once she was satisfied that no spot was left untested, she lifted her head, staring down at him as he caught his breath. “How are you feeling?

“Amazing,” he said, pure adoration in his voice.

“I’m glad to hear that,” she said. She pressed a kiss against his forehead. “Did you want to stop, or keep going?”

Lust sparked in his eyes, and he gave her such a hungry look it made Sakura shiver.

“If it is all right with you,” Lee said, his eyes trailing to her vest. “I would very much like to return the favor.”

Sakura’s eyes widened. Her cheeks turned the same hue as her hair.

Lee started backpedaling. “I mean, we do not have to if it makes you uncomfortable! I-”

“Lee,” Sakura interjected.

He fell silent.

“I promise, you don’t have to worry so much,” she said. “You didn’t make me uncomfortable, you just surprised me.”

“Ah, I see,” Lee said, a relieved smile emerging. “I am sorry, I will try to work on it.”

Sakura smiled back, then shifted off of his lap. Her leg brushed against his erection as she moved, causing Lee to jerk and his face to redden. 

“Sorry,” she said quickly.

Lee shook his head, though his blush still remained. “You are fine, Sakura. Please do not worry.”

They switched positions, Sakura now on her back with Lee hovering over her. He gently kissed her lips, his thumb playing with the shoulder of her vest.

“Sakura,” he said. “May we take this off?”

Sakura’s own blush returned, but she nodded her permission.

He slowly pulled the zipper down the front of the vest. His breath caught in his throat as he saw her pale skin beneath. Zipper undone, she sat up slightly as he pushed the fabric off her shoulders, leaving her upper body exposed save for a lacy emerald bra.

Lee sat back, a hand covering his mouth.

Sakura’s brow furrowed with concern. “Lee? Are you ok?”

He nodded. “Sakura…” he said, sounding breathless. “You are so beautiful.”

This time, it was Sakura’s turn to feel tears burning in her eyes. “Lee…”

She didn’t have a chance to say more as he returned to her. He laid her down, his bare chest pressing against hers. He kissed her, then mimicked the trail she had made down his face.

When his lips brushed her neck, Sakura gasped. 

Such a simple touch, and yet it sent a liquid fire through her veins. She felt as if she was burning from the inside out as Lee’s tongue began to map out her skin. His hand wandered up her arm and across her shoulder. Then it descended lower, tracing her chest, her waist, her thighs, mapping out her contours with a caress of his palm.

Then his fingers traced the lace covering her breasts. His hand stilled as his kisses lightened, waiting for a sign from her.

Sakura responded by taking his hand and wrapping it around her breast.

Lee followed her guidance, squeezing her soft flesh through the lace. Sakura arched her back, pressing herself into his hand. Encouraged, Lee sucked on her neck, earning an aroused whine from her. The fire within her grew more intense as her mind struggled to focus on a single sensation. It traveled through her until it reached the apex of her thighs, where her arousal pooled.

Lee’s hand slipped below her bra, his thumb brushing against her nipple. It swelled under his touch, sending a wave of goosebumps across her skin. He glanced up at her, then tugged the bra down until her breasts were freed. He replaced his hand, rolling her breast in his palm and pinching her nipple between his fingers.

Sakura let out a heady sigh. “That feels so nice.”

Lee smiled against her skin. “I am glad,” he murmured. He sucked on the skin above her collarbone as he continued to fondle her breast, coaxing more whimpers from her. Then he started to kiss down her chest. He paused when he reached her right breast, his hot, damp breath washing over her like a summer rainstorm as his eyes flicked up to her. 

As soon as she nodded, Lee covered her breast with his mouth. His tongue traveled so deliberately, caressing the swollen peak with the gentleness of a paintbrush on a canvas.

Sakura took a shaky breath, closing her eyes as Lee painted a masterpiece across her flesh. She raked her nails through his dark hair, applying the barest pressure as a way to encourage him.

And encourage it did. 

His lips puckered around her nipple. He began to suck on her, still keeping his tongue pressed against the tip. 

Sakura let out a low whine. “How…?”

Lee stopped, looking up in concern. “Are you all right, Sakura?”

“I’m…oh god, Lee,” Sakura breathed. “How are you so good at that?”

Lee blushed, but he looked extremely pleased. “Am I?”

Sakura nodded. “You’re amazing, Lee. Have you had practice?”

Lee shook his head. “No. There has never been another person I wanted.”

“Could have fooled me,” Sakura giggled.

Lee smiled. “Does that mean you would like me to continue?”

“Yes, very much.”

Lee’s lips locked around her nipple and sucked hard. His fingers rolled the other between them with renewed vigor. Sakura’s thighs clamped around him, her arousal becoming more intense with each touch. And when she thought she could burn no hotter, Lee switched, his mouth claiming her right breast while his hand attended to her left.

Sakura couldn’t help it. She pressed her hips up, rubbing against his erection through their clothes. She was rewarded with a muffled groan, the vibrations from his lips creating new spikes of pleasure in her chest. He rolled his hips against her in return, his jumpsuit sliding further down.

They continued back and forth, each seeking the hiss of pleasure the other produced as they ground against one another. It soon became not enough, the burning between her legs too much. She reached down, hooking her fingers into the cloth of his jumpsuit. “Lee?” she said, her voice breathy.

He paused, and she immediately missed the warmth of his mouth.

“Can we take the rest of this off?” she asked, tugging at the fabric.

He looked relieved. “Yes,” he said, rolling off her. “I did not want to say anything before, but it was growing uncomfortable.”

Sakura sighed and prodded his shoulder. “Lee…”

He held up his hands. “I am sorry!”

Sakura rolled onto him and caught his hands, pinning them by his head. He stared up at her, eyes wide and upper body flushed.

“Lee, this is about both of us,” Sakura said. “If there’s something making you uncomfortable, just say so. I promise, I won’t get mad.”

“Ok. Next time, I will say something right away,” Lee promised. “But Sakura, will you promise me the same thing?”

Sakura smiled. “I promise. If something doesn’t feel right, I’ll tell you.”

They sealed their promise with a kiss. Then Sakura scooted down the bed, hooking her fingers into his jumpsuit. Lee lifted his hips, allowing her to drag the fabric down and leaving him in a pair of green briefs, already tented from his own arousal. His legs had just as much scarring as the rest of him, and she could see his expression grow self-conscious. But before he could recoil, she ran her hand up his leg, exploring the dips and curves of his iron muscles. “You’re beautiful, Lee,” she murmured.

Her other hand reached behind her, unsnapping her bra so it could join Lee’s jumpsuit on the floor.

Lee took a sharp breath, then reached for her, and she gladly fell into his arms. His thumb traced the waistband of her shorts, dipping just under the fabric. “This as well?” he asked.

Sakura nodded, lifting herself just enough to let him tug her shorts down. She kicked them away, then resettled between his legs. Their limbs tangled, seeking out more skin-to-skin contact from the newly exposed flesh. The fingers of his left hand tangled in her pink hair and pulled her into a hungry kiss while his right slid down her back. A moment later, she inhaled sharply as she felt his calloused fingertips squeeze her ass.

“Still ok, Sakura?” he whispered against her lips.

“Mmhmm."

His lips dipped to her neck, adding a new bruise to her growing collection. His other hand slid down to join his first, his rough palms exploring her backside. He squeezed again with his right hand, then his left, kneading her flesh like dough. She whimpered as her brain grew hazy.

He was so focused and attentive, so good at giving her pleasure. Sakura wasn’t sure what she’d done to deserve this, but as his teeth grazed her neck, she thanked whatever gods were listening for sending Lee to her.

She also wanted him to feel just as good. 

She slipped her hand between them, running her fingers down his chiseled abs. “Can I touch you?”

Sakura waited patiently as he paused, eyes wide as he studied her face, searching for any sign that she wasn’t serious.

Finding none, a huge smile spread across his face. “I would love that, Sakura.”

Sakura’s hand disappeared beneath the fabric. The angle was uncomfortable on her wrist, so she slid to the left and curled into Lee’s side. The discomfort faded as her wrist unbent, so her fingers immediately sought out his length.

When she found it, she was struck by the texture. The skin was the softest she’d felt on his entire body, but the muscle underneath was as hard as a rock. She felt up and down the shaft with the lightest press of fingertips, but even that was enough to change Lee’s breathing. She kissed his cheek as she took hold of him, slowly pumping her hand up and down. “I’ve never done this before,” she whispered. “So it might take me a few tries to get it right.”

Lee’s laugh turned into a groan as her pace increased slightly. “You are doing just fine,” he said, his voice high-pitched and breathy. 

Encouraged, Sakura continued to experiment, dragging her hand up his shaft and pulling it back down. It twitched beneath her grip, and the heat grew more intense. Sakura shifted her weight some more, then began pumping more vigorously.

Lee caught her hand a moment later. She immediately stopped, looking at him with concern. “Did I do something wrong?”

Lee shook his head. “No, not at all, my blossom,” he said. “But, may I show you something?”

Sakura nodded.

Lee slid his briefs down to join the rest of their clothes. His cock sprung free, swollen with arousal and crowned with black curls. Sakura curiously watched it bob. She had an idea of the length and girth of it from her hand’s exploration, but it was one thing to feel it and quite another to actually see it. It was long and thick, with a slight upward curve, covered by a blanket of foreskin except for the swollen red tip.

Lee wrapped his hand around hers, adjusting the position of her fingers. Then he began to move their hands together. He pulled upward at a slower pace, but then when he reached the top, he closed their fingers over it before pulling back down. Every few strokes, he paused at the tip and swiped their thumbs over it before continuing. Sakura watched wordlessly as he guided her, making mental notes as he showed her what he liked.

After a few more strokes, Lee let Sakura take back over. She copied the movements he’d shown her, and she was immediately rewarded with Lee tilting his head back against the pillow. “Ah, Sakura, that is wonderful,” he sighed.

She kept going, maintaining the pace he’d shown her. Pearls of precum appeared on his tip as she went, and her movements began to smear it down his shaft. The added lubrication seemed to drive him wild, and he moaned loudly, his hips beginning to thrust in time with her hand. 

He grew louder and louder. His muscles started to vibrate. Sakura could tell he was getting close. 

He opened his eyes and looked at her, his pupils blown wide. “Sakura, please, kiss me!”

She leaned into him and kissed him as hard as she could, her hand never stopping.

He moaned against her lips as his orgasm hit him. Spurts of cum erupted from his cock, spraying all over his belly and Sakura’s hand. She kept her hand moving until he was completely finished. Then she gave him one more gentle kiss before letting him go.

Lee weakly tilted his head up, his eyes dazed. “Sakura…” he said. “You are amazing.”

Sakura smiled. “I’m glad.” Her eyes sparkled with mirth. “I could get used to seeing you like this.”

Lee chuckled, then reached over to his nightstand and grabbed a box of tissues. He offered it to her first, and she grabbed two and set about cleaning her hand while he tended to his stomach.

Once they’d been cleaned off, Lee returned the tissue box to the nightstand before turning to her. “Sakura, would it be all right if I returned the favor?”

Sakura blushed, feeling a mix of excitement and embarrassment. Lee laid his hand over hers. “We do not have to, of course,” he said. “But…that was so wonderful, and I would like nothing more than to make you feel the same.”

She smiled. “What would I do without you, Lee?”

He looked at her seriously. “As long as you’ll have me, you’ll never have to find out.”

Sakura’s heart melted.

They worked together to pull off her last bit of clothing, leaving both of them now fully bare. She laid back, feeling slightly nervous as Lee’s hand slid across her thigh.

He recognized the apprehension as her body tensed and pressed a gentle kiss against her cheek. “Do you wish to stop?”

Sakura shook her head. “No, I want this,” she said. “I’m just…”

Lee smiled. “I understand,” he said. “I have not done this before either, so feel free to correct me if I do something that you do not like.”

“I will,” Sakura promised.

He kissed her, then teased his fingers through the forest of pink curls between her thighs. He was very gentle, exploring her folds with great reverence. She held her breath when he found her entrance. He teased it as well, running his calloused fingertip around it before carefully inserting it up to the first knuckle. She shivered as he stroked her walls, caressing her with tender care but not giving her what she needed for fulfillment.

“Lee?”

He looked at her, waiting for her direction.

She took his hand. “My turn to show you.”

She moved his thumb so it was pressed against her clit, then guided his other finger further inside. She showed him the “come hither” motion as well as how to circle her clit just right, and told him to add more fingers as she became more aroused.

As soon as he made those adjustments, the next motion of his fingers nearly made Sakura see stars. She gasped as his fingers curled, her folds dripping with arousal around him. “Lee,” she whined. “Yes, that’s perfect.”

His face lit up as she continued to whisper his name in arousal. He dropped his mouth to hers, kissing her deeply as he inserted a second finger. Then his thumb pressed into her clit and she nearly screamed with delight.

“Lee,” she moaned against him. “You’re so good…so good.”

It didn’t take long before she felt her body tense. Tears stung her eyes as his fingers continued working their magic without showing any signs of tiring. “Lee,” she whined. “I’m so close, please, don’t stop.”

One final push from his fingers, and Sakura fell apart. She clenched around his hand, crying out his name as the waves of pleasure crashed through her.

Once the waves slowed, Lee withdrew his fingers, dripping with Sakura’s fluids. He studied his fingers curiously, then inserted them in his mouth.

Sakura groaned at the sight. “Lee…”

He just smiled at her. “You taste amazing,” he said, leaning down and kissing her deeply. 

Sakura pulled him to her, craving the feel of his skin against hers. She shivered as she came down from her high. “You’re incredible,” she replied, her voice still breathless.

“I am glad that you think so,” Lee murmured. “Are you all right?”

“Better than,” Sakura assured him. “I can’t remember the last time I felt so relaxed.”

Lee chuckled. “I am glad that I can assist you in that.” He gently ran his hand down her side, producing a fresh wave of goosebumps. “And I would like to do this again next time.”

“I would too,” Sakura replied, stroking his cheek. “Though…Lee?”

“Hm?”

“Are we done for the night? Or did you want to keep going?”

Lee paused, searching her face. “When you say keep going, Sakura…?”

“I mean, have sex,” Sakura replied.

So many emotions passed through his face in the span of two seconds. She only managed to catch “disbelief” and “hope” before Lee said, “...I would like to, if you are willing.”

“I’m willing,” Sakura said.

Lee’s face lit up. He leaned forward and kissed her until she was breathless and writhing in his arms.

When he pulled back, chest heaving and face flushed, he whispered, “This may be the greatest day of my life.” He then smiled a little sheepishly. “I will need another few minutes or so before I am ready though. May I keep kissing you until then?”

“Of course,” Sakura said.

He rolled on top of her. Sakura’s body caught fire as she felt every inch of his skin pressed against hers. His hands held her head perfectly in place as he dipped his tongue into her mouth. Her back arched, pressing her breasts against his chiseled chest as her arms wrapped around his back. His smooth, defined abs rubbed against her belly. His legs nudged hers apart as he settled in between them. And finally, his cock dragged between her legs, softer than before but rapidly regaining its strength.

She slipped her hand between them and recaptured his length. He groaned into her mouth as she stroked him, coaxing the blood to return. 

“Sakura,” he groaned. ”You are so good.”

She just kissed him. “I like making you feel good,” she murmured. “Just let me know when you’re ready.”

“Another minute and I should be good, I think.”

Sakura nodded and maintained her attention on his cock as they kept kissing. Sure enough, within a minute, it was stiff as before, and Lee was struggling not to thrust into her hand.

“Ok, I am ready,” he murmured.

He reached over to his nightstand and opened the drawer. He retrieved a condom from inside, then offered it to Sakura. She accepted the foil packet, then tore it open and carefully rolled the condom down onto him before tossing the packet aside. She then laid back and waited as he adjusted above her.

When she felt his tip at her entrance, they both paused. Lee looked up at her, love and concern in his eyes. “Are you ready?”

“I am,” Sakura replied. “Are you?”

Lee nodded. “I am.”

They smiled at each other, basking in the warmth from each other’s love and desire. Then Lee pushed forward, parting her folds as he slid inside.

Sakura took a sharp breath as her walls stretched around him. It didn’t hurt, as she’d heard some girls complain about, but there was some mild discomfort that came with the stretching. It didn’t really feel good, but it wasn’t that bad either.

Lee paused, settling inside of her but not moving. “Are you all right?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” she said.

Concern filled his expression. “Sakura, are you sure? Am I hurting you?”

Sakura nodded. “It feels a little strange, but it doesn’t hurt,” she said. “Just give me a minute?”

“Of course,” Lee said. “I promise, I will not move until you say.”

“Thank you,” she said. “For now, kiss me?”

Lee obliged, gently peppering her lips with kisses as his thumb caressed her cheek. Otherwise, he held himself completely still as promised.

Sakura breathed slowly between kisses, willing her body to relax. Gradually, the tension left her muscles as she finished stretching around him. She locked her arms around his back, anchoring herself to him. “Ok, go ahead,” she said. “Just start slow.”

Lee nodded. He kissed her one more time, then slowly pulled his hips back. His cock dragged along her walls until he was almost completely out. Then he pressed back in until he was completely buried in her. As he continued to thrust in and out, Sakura became lost in the heady sensations, the mild discomfort melting away into burning pleasure. She couldn’t think of a single thing that compared to this. Not even her own slender fingers had produced such a fullness or awakened such a fire within her. And the sight of Lee looking down at her with a mix of lust and adoration was almost too intoxicating to stand.

She adjusted her legs, her thighs coming up to either side of his waist and her feet settling by his knees. “You can go faster,” she said.

Lee obediently increased his pace, producing gasps from both of them. Sakura pulled him back down, kissing him hard as he thrust into her. Her thighs clamped onto his waist, wanting to hold him in place so he could keep doing this forever. “Lee…” she whimpered. “This feels so good.”

He shuddered against her, muffling the loud moan by pressing his lips against her neck. Sakura tilted her head, her warm breath caressing his ear. “You make me feel so good,” she continued. “Lee, you’re amazing. I love this. I love feeling you inside of me.”

Without any further prompting, Lee moved even faster, filling her completely with each rapid thrust. Sakura tilted her head back, biting back a moan of her own as she locked her ankles behind his back.

“Sakura,” Lee groaned against her shoulder. “You feel so amazing. Nothing has ever felt this good before. I have never needed anything like I need this. I need you, Sakura.”

“I need you too, Lee,” Sakura said, lifting his head with her hand. “Make me feel good.”

He kissed her as hard as he could, pounding into her until they both wanted to scream with ecstasy.

Sakura felt her muscles tensing as he filled her over and over again. “Are you getting close?”

“Mmhmm,” Lee replied. “I will not finish before you this time though. That is a promise!”

“Lee,” Sakura panted. “It’s ok if you do. That just means I made you feel good, yeah?”

“That may be,” Lee said with a shake of his head. “But I want you to go first this time. I want you to feel good, my blossom.”

“I do feel good,” Sakura promised. “I feel so good, Lee.”

“Are you close?” he asked.

“Yes, but I’m not quite there.”

“What do you need?” Lee asked, his determined expression returning.

“My clit,” Sakura replied. “I need you to-”

She didn’t have time to finish her sentence. Lee’s hand moved between them. His fingers pressed circles against her clit, cutting off her voice. His thrusts became slightly disjointed as he adjusted, but he quickly figured out the new rhythm, causing her to cry out with each flick of his thumb or thrust of his hips.

It was exactly what she needed. A minute later, Sakura screamed his name, clinging to him as she fell apart under him.

Lee struggled to hold himself together as she pulsed around him. But, as the waves of pleasure became too much, he followed her over the edge with her name on his lips.

They laid still for a moment, eyes closed and foreheads pressed together, not a whisper of sound or motion disturbing their bliss. Then they slowly opened their eyes, gazing at each other with adoration. Lee gave her a kiss as soft as a flower petal, then slowly pulled himself out of her.

He tossed the condom into the wastebasket, then pulled another tissue from his nightstand. He quickly cleaned himself off before settling onto his back. Sakura then rested her head against his chest, sighing as his arms wrapped around her, feeling secure and loved.

She felt his body tremble. Then she heard a small sob. She looked up in alarm to see tears in his eyes. “Lee? Are you ok?”

He nodded. “I am sorry, I did not mean to worry you. I am just…” He held her tighter. “I used to dream about this night…but I never thought it would actually happen. And now that it has…” His voice faltered. “I am so happy.”

“Oh, Lee,” she said, hugging him as tightly as she could. 

He clung to her, as if letting her go would cause her to blow away. “I love you so much, Sakura.”

As gentle as could be, she kissed his tear-stained cheeks. “I love you too.”

He kissed her one more time, the love he felt for her radiating through her like a summer breeze. Then he settled back against the pillows. “Will you stay with me tonight?” he whispered, his eyes pleading.

Sakura nuzzled into his chest. “Of course,” she said. “I’m not going anywhere.”