Chapter 26 - Parking Lot Romp

Hinata was all but attached to my arm for the entire time. Snuggled against me like an overstimulated child. I’d almost worried she wasn’t even watching the show, but she talked about it the whole way back to our car. 

If there was one thing I loved about her it was the sheer amount of emotion in her; how intensely she seemed to feel…everything.

Again, I was reminded of a kid, the raw enthusiasm she seemed to feel just for some songs and dancing. Whatever, she seemed happy with the outing, extremely happy. More than once she seemed to blink back tears throughout the night. Let’s see, once when she finished dressing and I spent two minutes admiring her, once when we stepped into this fancy-ass theater’s lobby and I turned to smile at her, and this would be the third time. 

Her eyes stayed locked on the street, and I had to squeeze her hand again to get her to look back. 

“Yes, Hinata?” I inquired with a grin.

“T-thank you, for the date I mean…” she mumbled out, that adorable ever-present grin widening just a little. Her hair was curled, cascading all the way down to the azure blue dress that hugged her body. She looked like a proper aristocrat, which I suppose she was for all practical purposes. One of society’s elite that I’d somehow lucked into marrying. 

I gripped her chin firmly, relishing the way her body went stiff.

“You are so fucking cute,” I muttered.

Her blush darkened as I leaned in to take her mouth. Her own hands came up to lightly rest on my clothed chest. When I didn’t relent they twisted slightly, tightening their grip on my collared shirt. Her back hit the cold metal of the passenger door, and I used the moment of impact to slap a hand down on her curvaceous hips. 

She broke the kiss.

“Naruto! Someone might-“

“There’s nobody else around, it’s fine,” I assured, with another short kiss. “Besides what’s the worse that could happen? Someone catches you having sex with your husband?” I teased.

Judging by the way her face exploded, she didn’t realize just how far I wanted to go here. Her mouth opened but failed to produce any words as I drummed my fingers up and down her sides. I kissed the corner of it.

The already rapid puffing of her chest only increased when I gave my demand.

“Get in the back seat,” I popped open said door to punctuate. In my defense, we were a good hour drive from home. How the hell could I wait an entire hour with nothing but teasing and groping and quick kisses at the stoplights? Not with a woman this fine, not after she’d already been brushing her magnificent chest against my arm for the last four hours.

She gave a little eep at the tone I’d used, something I’d never heard before. The way I’d seemed to command her was also something new to be fair. She also shuffled off to obey, steps quick and short as she crawled into the vehicle, getting another hard squeeze on the ass at the end of that action. Liking this new dynamic, I made a sudden change of plans.

“Get on top of me,” I said, keeping the demanding, faintly displeased tone, staring hard at her as she moved. She seemed to tremble as she obeyed. Our eyes met once she was on my lap.

I kissed her gently, keeping my face close to hers as I quietly spoke.

“Is this okay? Your liking this yeah?” my hand gently rubbed her back at the questions, trying to calm her down just a bit. The last thing I wanted right now was for her to pass out. In an instant she seemed to sag in relief, melt against my torso. 

“I…it’s exciting,” she ‘answered’. A few more circles on her back and she continued. “Let’s keep going,” she whispered into my ear.

My hand squeezed her breast, hard, while I stared at it disinterestedly. Her gasp of pain was ignored, and when my eyes looked back at her, she seemed to wince almost. 

“Get these tits out, then ride me,” I continued, talking to my wonderful noblewoman wife like some streetwalker I’d hired in this parking garage. Her hands trembled as she obeyed, so much so that it took a good couple of minutes to get my manhood free. That period of waiting was used to admire her jiggling breasts though, so it was by no means wasted time. 

It was so dark, the nearest fluorescent bulb outside failed miserably to illuminate this interior. Every movement was cloaked in shadows. Hinata was a seriously beautiful woman, maybe the most beautiful I’d ever seen, but still, there was something about her in dim light. Maybe it was how unbelievably erotic her body was, without a clear face to attach to it, she really did seem like something supernatural. Especially with that alabaster skin…

Or it just reminded me of our first time together. What a fucking magical night that had been until she passed out and I got a gun stuffed in my mouth. God that felt so long ago. 

“I said ride me, little nymph,” I repeated as she stared at my cock. 

“That-right,” she mumbled, breaths shaky and loud in the quiet car. She lined her damp womanhood up, poking herself with the cock so delicately held in her hands. Had she ever put it in herself? It certainly felt like a novel experience as she slowly sank down on me.

I sucked in and released a deep breath, the goal was emotionless, but it sounded frustrated almost. She stayed still for a few more seconds, long enough to shut her mouth and continue breathing through her nose. Seeing her relatively calm, I yanked her forward and began sucking on her breasts. 

In an instant, her nails were digging into my shoulders, in less than a minute she was rocking lightly on top of me. Such small movement, almost like she was afraid of taking more than a couple inches of me out. I didn’t mind staying mostly buried in her. She fit like a glove, she had the comforting warmth of a well-worn pair of sleep clothes, it just felt so right being inside her.

Being able to just sit still and relish in the pleasure she gave was wonderful. I enjoyed it to the fullest until she began to slow, rapidly we were going still, and this prompted me to take over. Our pace sped dramatically as I began bucking against her forcefully, making the car bounce at our energetic lovemaking.

When she started crying and gasping I brought a hand up to help fondle her. She didn’t ride me often, it wore her out, which always seemed to make her feel insecure, upset that she wasn’t in better shape. ‘Like a big fat cow’ to use an exact quote. 

“I’m sorry…I’m sorry,” she sobbed out into my shoulder, almost making me pause. “I-just wait I can keep-“

I cut her off with a hard kiss.

She seemed to scream into it, not moving her hands or drying her eyes. I could feel the tears on my cheek as I did everything I could think to make her cum. It didn’t take long. I wrapped her in my arms as her body gave that wonderful full body quiver that always broadcasted her release. She swallowed a deep groan as my cock exploded inside her.

My scalp hit the headrest. 

Now we were both panting.

“I love you,”

“Oh Naruto…I love you too,” she kissed my collarbone. “I’m sorry I’m such a terrible wife,” she muttered.

The fact ‘cum drunk Hinata’ was still saying shit like that told me that I’d fucked up. Let her go too long, or maybe this game we played was just off-limits. With her at least.

“Hinata,” I said, threading my fingers in her hair. “You know I don’t like it when you say stuff like that,” I complained lightly. “And surely you know I love having sex with you?” I added, trying to take a more teasing tone. She gave an adorable little chuckle. 

“I just hate not being able to give you what you want. I need to exercise more,” she muttered.

“What you need to do is to stop being so mean to yourself,” I countered, pecking her cheek. “And also kiss me,” I teased, trying to lighten the tone. If nothing else she was smiling lightly as she turned to face me. We made out for a good long while, slowly and sensually, until my cock hardened inside her once again.

Abruptly I shoved her on her back.

This time I’d be on top.


 
Thanks for reading, we’re coming up on the end of part 2, at which point I might continue on straight into part 3, or start a new longish-term project. Also, for those of you who weren’t a fan of him being busted by Sakura, don’t worry, he’s not done with her yet! 
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