Return to Kurenai's apartment

The transition from the cool mountain air to the sudden heat of the apartment is jarring. The moment the door clicks shut behind you, the lingering tension of the night explodes. You pull her into you, and the kiss is ****.

Kurenai’s hands are steady as she work to remove your clothing. When it's your turn and your hands moved to her clothing, she nods, a soft, encouraging "It's alright" escaping her lips. As the clothing puddles at her feet, you find yourself momentarily breathless. She is a vision of moonlight and shadow, her skin pale and flawless, her curves even more breathtaking than you had imagined.

"Don't just stare, Naruto," she whispers, her voice a low, melodic lure.

You pull her onto the bed, your senses overwhelmed by her scent and the softness of her skin. You lower your head, your lips finding the swell of her breast. Kurenai arches her back, a sharp, ragged gasp escaping her as she threads her fingers through your hair, pulling you closer. After a while, you move lower, your tongue tracing a path over her stomach, Kurenai’s breath hitches into a rhythmic pant. When you focus your attention on her core, her hands clench the bedsheets, her head tossing back. You work with a focused intensity, wanting to give her the pleasure she’s been denied, until she finally shudders, her body tensing and then collapsing into a powerful, vocal orgasm as she ejaculates into your waiting mouth.

She lies there for a moment, eyes glazed and chest heaving, a look of pure, unadulterated relief on her face. Then, she reaches down, her hands finding your shoulders and pulling you up until you are hovering over her. Her crimson eyes are dark with desire as she wraps her legs around your waist, drawing you into the heat between her thighs.

"Take me, Naruto. Let us enjoy this pleasure, this fun.