Time for desert

You look down at the half-finished meal, then back at the woman trembling in your grip. "The food was great," you say, your voice huskily. "But I think I'm ready for dessert."

Before she can even respond, you weave a single hand sign. With a familiar poof of smoke, two Kage Bunshins appears beside the table. Without needing a single word of instruction, they cleared the table and wipe the table clean.

"That's convenient thing..." Kurenai let out a small yelp as you hoist her up onto the now-cleared wooden table. The cold surface against her skin makes her arch her back, her eyes blowing wide as you crowd into her space.

"Naruto...the kitchen?" she gasps, her hands frantically tangling in your hair.

"I know what tea and sashimi dinner was," you mutter against her lips, "he wrote what he did."

You don't waste time with a bed or the slow build-up of the night before. This isn't about comfort; it's about the hunger she confessed to. You hike up her robe, and you don't even wait to fully undress before you're pushing her legs apart. She’s already slick, her body betraying exactly how much she’s been thinking about you all day.

You enter her with a forceful, grounding thrust that sends a shiver through the entire table. Kurenai lets out a loud, uninhibited cry, her head thumping back against the wood as she clings to your shoulders. This time, the pace is frantic. You're driven by the raw honesty of her need, and she meets you with a ****, clawing intensity that proves she wasn't lying about her day.

The kitchen is filled with the rhythmic sound of the table thudding against the wall and the sharp, jagged gasps of a woman finally letting go of years of repression. You watch her face, the way her crimson eyes lose focus and her lips part in a silent scream. You're ensuring that your status as the favorite and only customer are used to the best possible outcome.

As you reach the peak, you pin her wrists to the table, leaning down to growl into her ear. "I'm your best, right?"

"Ye...ESS!," she sobs out, her body convulsing as she hits her limit.

You follow her a second later, a white-hot explosion of release that leaves you both slumped over the kitchen table. Later on, you brought her to the bed where you continued satiating your pleasure.