The suite was quiet when Shiro slipped inside. The air felt thick, heavy with perfume and something else. His eyes swept the room. The bed was a mess, sheets tangled, pillows pushed to the floor. Clothes, her clothes he realised lay scattered across the carpet: a blouse crumpled near the chair, a skirt half‑folded over the edge of the bed, a belt left open as though forgotten mid‑motion. The same for lace bra and panties and high heels.
He stopped breathing for a moment.
'It really happened. She was here. And she got fucked.' he thought as his fist clenched.
The thought hit him like a punch. His jaw tightened, pulse hammering behind his ribs. He forced himself to move, one step at a time, his shoes making no sound on the carpet. The smell of her perfume lingered, familiar, maddening.
A faint noise reached him, the soft rush of water from beyond the sliding doors that opened to the infinity pool.
He swallowed hard, set his shoes aside, and moved quietly toward the sound. The glass panels reflected his silhouette as he approached. His fingers brushed the handle, pushing the door just wide enough to see through.
Outside, the evening light bled across the horizon. The ocean stretched endlessly, the water of the pool melting into it. And there she was.
Kushina. Nude and wet. Her back faced him, hair damp, shoulders gleaming under the sunset glow. She floated lazily near the pool's edge, head tilted back, eyes closed. The calm on her face twisted something inside him.
'She's at peace. After everything. After telling me no and getting fucked here' His nails bit into his palm as he gripped the frame of the door. The sight was too much, too serene, too intimate, too far from the chaos she left in him.
'How can she look so calm? 'he thought. 'As if none of it mattered. As if I never mattered. As if she likes to toy with me'
The wind carried the scent of salt and flowers. He stood there, half hidden by the shadows of the doorway, watching her for a long, unbearable minute.
Then, in a whisper meant only for himself, he breathed, "Why did you do this to me again?"
His fists were clenched, jaw tight, heart pounding beneath his white shirt. His face was contorted, but he pulled himself together and changed his expression to a calmer one that seemed more like a facade than something real.
He walked forward in steady steps, the echo of his bare feet muffled by the plush carpet.
"So… my sexy redhead who's now MILF is here."
She turned at the sound of him.
"You…." Kushina said, stunned. Her red hair clung wetly to her back and shoulders, and water glistened down her bare skin. She tried to shift her stance in the water, hands crossing instinctively, one over her breasts hiding her reddened pink nipples making him believe more on his suspicion , the other below the surface. "You're not supposed to be here…"
But Shiro didn't look away. His eyes, dark with something deeper than lust, roamed every inch of her exposed body. Her effort to cover herself was half-hearted at best. It wasn't modesty that filled her face now. It was confusion and disbelief
"Why, Kushina? Why?" he asked, voice thick and low, heavy with emotion he hadn't let himself feel in years.
She stepped back a little in the water. "Shiro, why are you here? Go away. You shouldn't be here," she said quickly, glancing over her shoulder for something, anything to grab. A towel. A robe. Nothing was within reach.
But he didn't move away. Or rather, he moved forward.
He stepped down into the shallow steps of the infinity pool, socks, pants, and shirt forgotten as they soaked. The water rose around his legs as he approached. His hands trembled, though his face stayed locked, intense.
"Even after everything… after all this time, after what you did now, you still push me away?" His voice cracked. "Why?"
Her lips parted, the words catching. For a moment, she was frozen by the look in his eyes. Not just lust. Not just jealousy. Something else. Need. Pain. Memories.
And then she remembered Minato.
"This isn't right, Shiro. I'm married," she said softly, stepping back until her back touched the pool's edge.
He laughed bitterly. "But what you did…was that right, Kushina?"
She blinked. "What? What are you talking about…"
But her words were cut short.
His hands moved fast, wet and strong. One behind her head, fingers threading through her damp hair, the other on her hip. He pulled her in roughly, mouth crashing against hers.
She gasped against his lips, her cry muffled. His tongue forced entry, and her hands instinctively pushed against his shoulders. Her eyes fluttered, panic rising but her body didn't resist.
It responded. Like in the morning. Like it remembered him.
The force, the hunger, the way his lips devoured hers and it wasn't unfamiliar. It was muscle memory. The kind of memory her body had stored, buried deep, from younger, reckless days. Days before Minato. Before vows. When sex had meant power, fun, control, escape.
Her legs buckled slightly as he pressed her into the edge of the pool and her ass pressed against the tile, with the sun just setting down, tongue plundering, hands roaming from her soaked back down to her thighs. She gasped as his fingers dug into the curve of her ass. And then grabbing her meaty cheeks. Anyone from below could see them but these kinds of scenes weren't so uncommon in this resort.
"Shiro…" she whispered when he finally let her breathe, as she felt herself losing more and her lust rising from all frustration she had felt during the day . Her body hadn't exactly cooled down from the morning encounter nor the shoot with Jiraiya had helped .
He didn't answer. His lips were at her throat now, kissing, biting.
"You denied me this morning," he muttered against her skin. "You let me eat you out. You trembled in my mouth. But when I was ready to take you, you ran. And now you give yourself to him? That fat old pervert?"
She closed her eyes, trying to summon anger. Guilt. Something righteous. But all she felt was heat pooling in her stomach.
"I didn't give myself to anyone," she said, voice shaking.
"Liar."
He turned her around suddenly, chest to her back. One hand grabbed her wrists, pinning them to the pool's edge, while the other explored her front. His fingers slid over her breasts, teasing her nipples that had already stiffened from arousal and cold.
Her breath hitched.
"You want this," he growled in her ear. "You always liked it rough. Remember? You liked when I made the choices. When I didn't ask."
Her heart pounded. Her thighs rubbed together under the water. She hated how right he sounded.
"This isn't right," she whispered, trembling.
"But it feels right, doesn't it?" he whispered back.
She moaned when he pinched her nipple, hard. Her hips moved without thinking. Her back arched and her ass pressed against his crotch, rubbing against the bulge in his pants..
And in that moment, she knew it was over. Resistance crumbled under the weight of sensation. Shiro turned her back around and lifted her onto the ledge of the pool. Her bare ass met the cold stone, legs falling open with the motion. Her blush deepened as the breeze touched every soaked, exposed inch of her.
He knelt between her legs, eyes locked to hers, and slowly pressed his mouth to her inner thigh.
Kushina sat on the edge of the infinity pool, skin gleaming wet under the soft amber glow of the overhead lights. Her red hair clung in damp ropes to her neck and collarbone, and her chest rose and fell rapidly, still catching her breath after Shiro's ambush.
He stood between her parted thighs, water dripping from his clothes, his eyes burning with a mix of rage and hunger that hadn't dimmed. He ran a hand up the inside of her leg, slow, as if committing the feel of her skin to memory.
"You still taste like back then," he said, voice low. "But better. More womanly now. No more like a girl pretending to know what she wants."
"Shiro…" she whispered, unsure if she was warning him, begging him to stop, or asking him to keep going.
His fingers slid to her hips, gripping hard, pulling her closer to the edge until her slick folds kissed the warm air. She gasped, legs instinctively tensing but not closing.
"You let me eat you out earlier," he said, breath hot against her inner thigh. "You let me taste you again after all these years… and you think I'd stop there?"
He leaned in and buried his face between her legs over her shaved lips.
Kushina's cry caught in her throat. His tongue moved in slow, deliberate strokes each lap making her thighs shake. He knew every spot, every flick and swirl that made her hips rise off the stone. She clenched the pool's edge behind her, fingers white-knuckled.
"Shiro…hah…" Her words broke into breathless moans. "We… we can't…"
But she was grinding against him now.
He lapped her greedily, mouth coated in her slick arousal. The smell of sex mixed with the salt-kissed air as he moaned into her, the vibrations making her arch, breasts thrust upward, nipples stiff from both chill and pleasure. It may have been too easy but this was the woman who had been in arousal since morning and it was no surprise she released in his mouth.
He pulled away only long enough to say, "I'm not stopping. Not after what you did. I won't be denied again. Never again. I will mark you"
Then he stood.
Water streamed from his soaked pants as he unzipped and freed himself. His cock sprang out, thick and flushed, already glistening at the tip. Kushina stared, chest heaving.
"I haven't fucked anyone like you in years," he growled. That confession made her heart lurch.
"I tried. But no one… no one was you."
He grabbed her by the thighs, pulled her forward again, and lined himself up. Her folds were wet, dripping, ready despite everything. His cock felt bigger and fatter than she remembered. lined to her shaved pussy. The very shaved pussy she had promised her husband not that he was in her thoughts now with a cock lined at her clearly glistening cunt. There was not even any protection on said cock now.
He didn't ask. He just thrust in hard.
"Ahh…" Kushina screamed, part pleasure and part shock, as her walls stretched around him. Her back hit the pool tile as she gripped the ledge.
His cock was stretching her more than anything she had taken in the past few years. The width pushed her open in a way more than Taikin's never had, and even Minato's familiar rhythm had not reached her like this. The pressure was fuller, thicker, deeper in sensation. Maybe it was because Taikin had never had the opportunity to manhandle her like this, and Minato had never done it either.
A startled thought flashed through her mind.
'Has he gotten bigger…?' But the truth pressed in right after, breathless and heavy.
He was almost the same length as Taikin. Just thicker and built differently, his girth wider. Enough to make her stomach tighten and her breath break. Her nails scraped lightly against the edge as she adjusted around him, her thighs trembling while she tried to steady herself.
He pulled out halfway, then slammed back in.
Again.
And again.
The wet slap of their bodies echoed under the open sky. Her breasts bounced with every motion, her moans rising with each thrust.
"You like this," he hissed. "You say no, but your cunt begs for me."
"It's… too much…" She could barely speak. She wanted to push him away, but instead her legs locked around him, her ankles hooked onto his back as if they had received a completely different command.
She didn't want him to stop.
He leaned down, his mouth crashing into hers again, their tongues battling, his hips not slowing.
"You cheated on me once," he growled, breaking the kiss. "Now you let Jiraiya see and use what's mine?"
She shook her head, tears mixing with sweat. "I didn't… I never slept with him."
"Lies, all lies…once a cheater always a cheater…."
"No!"
He thrust deeper, making her cry out again.
"You're mine, Kushina. You always were."
His rhythm grew erratic, desperate. She felt it building inside her too, the rush surging from her core outward.
"I'm… I'm close," she whimpered.
"Cum for me," he demanded. "Let him hear you from wherever he is. Let him know who made you break."
That did it. She arched up, body convulsing around him as her orgasm tore through her. Her scream was guttural, feral lost in the evening sky. A few men on beach looked up but lighting was too dim to see anything clearly
He followed with a grunt, his cock pulsing as he spilled inside her, hips jerking through the final thrusts.
They stayed there for a moment, frozen in the aftershock. Their bodies pressed together, gasping, trembling.
He pulled out slowly. She winced as warmth leaked from between her legs into the pool as coldness made her feel somewhat empty .
Neither spoke. body weightless, trying to forget the guilt already clawing in.
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"Ahh..."
The water in the pool swirled and splashed incessantly due to Shiro's constant hip movements. He thrust himself again and again against his redhead, pressing his hips against her plump, round buttocks, which undulated with each impact between their bodies.
Kushina had been turned over again, showing Shiro the soft line of her back that reached down to her butt as he took her from behind, holding her by the hips until his fingers sank into her.
"Ahh... Ahh... Ahh..."
Mrs. Namikaze's voice was unrestrained. She let out seductive and passionate moans every time her ex boyfriend rammed into her and sank completely into her, hitting her deepest and opening her up in an overwhelming way.
"Mmh..." Kushina bit her lip as her face contorted with the overwhelming pleasure that was taking over her.
Kushina felt her body being pushed down with each thrust, her breasts pressing against the ceramic floor, which was no longer cold due to the heat of her own body.
Her hands were no longer restrained, but they still remained at her sides as if they were, her fingers raking the floor each time she was struck in a sensitive spot that gave her a guilty but delicious mini orgasm.
Her legs, mostly underwater, buckled as if they had already given up and lost their strength. She lifted her heels and touched the bottom of the pool with her toes. She made a bouncing motion due to the constant and intense fucking she was experiencing.
"Ugh, I'm going to cum again..."
"Outside... Ahh... do it outside."
Kushina spoke between moans, with a request that lacked the enthusiasm and insistence of a woman who really did not want to receive a creampie.
Shiro, for his part, may well not have heard her, continuing to fuck her and sliding inside her until, with one final energetic thrust, he buried his cock deep inside Kushina, his balls pressing against her lips before he began to release his load.
"Ooh..." Kushina shook and arched her back. A tremor ran through her spine as Shiro's hot white cream injected itself directly into her womb. Her violet eyes rolled back from the wild and exciting experience that her body found so nostalgic and welcome.
The passion and energy they displayed soon began to subside as they caught their breath. Kushina lay back on the floor as Shiro withdrew his member from her with a pop and took a step back to contemplate his recent work.
Shiro stood there, waist deep in the pool, his chest heaving as water clung to the planes of his body. Steam rose faintly from the infinity pool while Kushina sagged back against the tiles, her legs trembling, lips parted. Her breath came in soft, shallow waves, her skin flushed from climax, the breeze rolling in from the open terrace.
He watched her not just with lust, but with something deeper. Hunger. Possession. Something that had been simmering for years and had now boiled over.
She didn't resist when he stepped forward. Didn't protest when his arms slid beneath her one under her knees, the other behind her back in a nuptial style. She was light in his arms, boneless and dazed. Her wet red hair clung to her neck like heavy ropes, her cheek resting lightly against his chest as her breath tickled his neck. Her eyes remained half-lidded, dazed, her breath shallow but steady.
The air in the honeymoon suite was warmer as compared to outside, tinged with the sweet scent of candles and something floral that had been set up earlier. The faint sound of ocean waves echoed beyond the closed balcony doors. Inside, silence thickened.
He carried her across the suite floor, past the sheer white curtains. The room was quiet except for the sound of water dripping onto the hardwood and the low hum of air conditioning. The water drops glinting as they trailed from her nude wet body in his arms, the droplets falling from his clothes, the soft sway of her limp arm.
Lamplight cast warm shadows across the bed plush, wide, and pristine before he laid her down upon it. Her damp skin sank into the sheets, leaving dark imprints where her back and thighs pressed down. Her legs fell slightly apart, as her vulnerable lower lips came into his view he smirked and licked his lips as he found them bit red and puffy from pounding he gave.
Her eyes opened slowly, gaze dazed. She looked at him like someone half-awake, half-afraid to admit what was real.
She blinked up at him.
"Shiro…" she murmured, voice a whisper, laced with confusion.
He didn't answer right away. He leaned over her instead, brushing wet strands from her face with trembling fingers. Her lips parted, breath hitching. There was no protest now. Just the weight of everything unspoken between them.
Shiro stripped the rest of his soaked clothes, letting them fall where they may. He hovered over her, studying her body as though trying to memorize every curve, every inch he'd dreamed about for years. She shivered, but didn't look away. Her thighs pressed together.
Then his mouth crashed into hers.
His hands found her breasts, kneading them roughly, thumbs flicking over her nipples until she arched up with a soft cry.
"Ahh…"
Her body was betraying her again, no, not betraying. Just remembering. Remembering what it liked, what it missed. Just what she had been waiting for since the morning.
His weight pressed her into the bed. His cock nudged between her thighs, already hard, already pulsing.
She turned her head, panting. "What… what's gotten into you?"
"You," he breathed. "It's always been you." He spoke as he pushed inside her in one firm stroke. Her back arched off the mattress, a broken gasp escaping her mouth.
She gripped the sheets, her legs locking around his waist.
He pounded into her like he was chasing time itself. Years of bitterness, jealousy, guilt all poured into each thrust. The sound of wet skin meeting wet skin filled the room, tangled with their ragged moans and heavy breaths.
She cried out, not in pain, not anymore. In pleasure. Raw, guttural, helpless.
He leaned down, biting at her neck. "You want this. You like it rough. Say it."
She moaned, nails digging into his back. "I… I hate you…"
"No, you don't."
Her body didn't betray her. It never had. Not when it came to this.
"I do..." The words cracked as they left her, almost lost under the weight of heat that surged between her hips. But her body didn't hesitate. Her hips met his with equal force. Skin against skin, the slap of it echoing faintly against the plush suite walls. "I hate this... ahhh…"
He drove into her again, the angle brutal and intentional.
"Come on," he growled low, eyes fixed on her face as it twisted between denial and something darker. "We both know what's true... you've always loved this. You are one hell of a kinky woman."
"Ahh... nooo..." Her voice cracked, but the way her hips rolled, the wet squelch each time he pulled back and thrust in, said otherwise. Her body clung to him, rippling with every punishing motion.
His mouth descended to her breasts, lips grazing over a nipple already flushed and hard as it could. He didn't suck yet but just brushed his lips, hot breath sending her nerves into chaos. She whimpered, half-lost.
"Ahh...No… I don't want this..."
But she didn't stop moving. Couldn't. She matched him thrust for thrust, moving her hips almost violently now, like her body needed this friction. Needed this fire.
His mouth captured hers in a brutal kiss, teeth clashing, tongues tangling, heat spiraling. Her breath hitched as their bodies collided, her back arching against him. It wasn't gentle. It wasn't tender. It was raw, primal, aching.
And then like on a reflex and fast as lightning, something cracked inside her.
She flipped him.
It was sudden, fierce, almost feral. Like the perfect blend of a martial arts master class and an animal that fights back. Her body twisted, pushed, and in a blink, she was on top. Her legs straddled him, soaked and trembling. Her red hair stuck to her damp skin, eyes wild, flushed and furious.
She pinned his wrists above his head, her thighs squeezing him tight. Her breasts bounced with each labored breath, heavy and glistening with sweat.
His eyes widened.
Her voice dropped, rough, charged. "You forgot, didn't you? I don't want this... but I never lose."
She rolled her hips down. Her dripping cunt hovering over his hardened cock
Now it was Shiro's turn to moan deeply and throw his head back as she took him again, wet and tight, heat searing around him. Her core clenched with each grind, making him curse through gritted teeth.
She began to ride him, not at a slow or measured pace. It was fast and punishing. Every bounce of her hips landed with purpose. Her hands pressed into his chest, nails raking down with delicious bite, leaving bloody red marks on his chest.
Her moans became louder, more desperate. "Ahh... faster!"
He thrust up to meet her rhythm, his breath shuddering. Their bodies slammed together, hard and unrelenting. Each impact echoed through the suite.
Her voice sharpened, trembling between dominance and ache. "I'm not the girl you couldn't keep up with. I'm the woman you couldn't keep up with. And you still can't."
He laughed through a gasp, already close. "Fuck... you're insane. Ahh" enjoying the pain and pleasure equally as her pussy clenched and her full weight fell on her.
"Damn right." She grinned, eyes lifting to the roof, and she rode him harder.
The bed groaned beneath them, sheets twisted, bodies slick. Her breasts bounced wildly, sweat trickling down the valley between them. Their moans blended into one sound, indistinguishable, breathless, and loud with crazed shouts.
It was never about love, and it was not even about lust now. It was reckoning that would bring Shiro down a peg or two.
She growled as she came, her body seizing. Her hips stuttered, her legs clamping around him.
He spilled inside her wet, hungry snatch, his hands gripping her hips, teeth clenched, breath broken and uneven.
She remained there, sitting on top of him. Just existing at the same time as she melted from the heat of his load inside her and the intoxicating pleasure it gave her.
Her legs were still shaking, her hands pressed against Shiro's chest, her breasts rising and falling with heavy, panting breaths.
"That was intense. I was not expecting you to turn things around like that. My fault for thinking that you get softened. A slut will always be a slut." Shiro said between big gulps of air Tired but also enjoying that nostalgic moment.
How many times in the past did both end up like this in his room or hers after having a good sex?
"So they say," she breathed out in a whisper, her eyes full of lust, hunger, and desire as she looked at him while her pussy leaked their combined fluids. Like a predator realizing how hungry she was and still not satisfied with her recent meal, she wanted more.
It did not matter to her if it was not a meal from her husband. She was getting her fill.
Slowly, she raised herself, shuddering as she felt the now soft member rubbing against her sensitive insides while sliding out. With a wet pop, Shiro slipped out of her, and their mixed fluid dripped down.
"Look at the mess you made," she said as she crawled back, eyes fixed on the now soft, wet cock. Her hand wrapped around his dick and slowly stroked it but also sternly and firmly, earning a wince from Shiro. "With all your talk of how badly you wanted me, I was expecting more. But then again, you never really lasted long with me." Kushina continued her taunts of revenge against the guy who, until a few moments ago, had been lost in his own world and acted like some kind of special dominant lover who could get inside her head."You were always someone of words and it seems to have gotten worse now." Her hand continued to stroke him faster and faster, as if she were rushing him.
"Ahhh… just give me a few minutes. It is still sensitive. I will last longer next time, just you see." Shiro moaned as her pace increased.
"Oh, I would like to see that. Let me help you recover then." She said as she opened her mouth and engulfed his cock whole.
"No, wait, ahhh." Shiro winced in pleasure as he placed his hands on her head. Being unclear if it was to make her stop or to ask the total opposite.
In the far corner of the suite, there was a dim red light. It lay there unobstructed and unnoticed as its lens continued capturing everything in its direction.
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