The steam from the shower swirled around Minato and Kushina, a warm haze that cocooned them in their own private world.
The water cascaded over their bodies, rivulets tracing the contours of their skin, glistening under the dim light of the bathroom .
Minato's hands, rough from years of wielding kunai and signing scrolls, moved with a tenderness that belied their strength as they roamed over Kushina's curves.
Her moan, a soft "Mmmh," vibrated against his lips as their kiss deepened, tongues dancing in a rhythm that spoke of years of familiarity and unspoken desire.
Kushina's fingers dug into Minato's shoulders, her nails leaving faint crescent marks as she pressed herself closer, her body molding perfectly against his.
The slick heat between her thighs welcomed him, and Minato groaned low in his throat, the sound mingling with the steady patter of water.
"Kushina," he murmured, his voice husky, barely audible over the shower's hum. Her name on his lips was a prayer, a promise, a plea.
"Minato…" she gasped, her voice trembling with need as she arched into him, her hips rolling to meet his slow, deliberate thrusts.
"Ohhh… yes…" Her moans were a melody, each one rising in pitch as he moved within her, the friction sending sparks of pleasure coursing through her veins. She tilted her head back, exposing the delicate line of her throat, and Minato couldn't resist.
His lips found the pulse point there, kissing and nipping gently, drawing another "Mmmh" from her lips.
The water made their bodies slick, amplifying every touch, every glide of skin against skin. Minato's hands slid down to grip her hips, steadying her as he deepened his movements, each thrust eliciting a chorus of moans from Kushina.
"Ahhh… Minato… don't stop…" she breathed, her voice a sultry whisper that sent a shiver down his spine. Her hands roamed his chest, tracing the defined lines of his muscles, slick with water and sweat, before tangling in his damp blond hair.
He pulled back slightly, just enough to look into her eyes—those vibrant, mischievous eyes that had captured him years ago. They sparkled with a mix of love and lust, and the sight made his heart pound harder than any battle ever could. "You're beautiful," he whispered, his voice raw with emotion.
Kushina's lips curved into a playful smile, but before she could respond, he captured her mouth again, swallowing her next moan as he thrust deeper, harder.
"Ohhh… Minato!" Her cry echoed off the tiled walls, her body trembling as waves of pleasure began to build.
She clung to him, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer, urging him on. The rhythm between them was instinctive, a dance they had perfected over years of stolen moments and quiet nights.
Each movement was a conversation, a give and take of passion and trust.
Minato's hands slid up her back, one settling at the nape of her neck while the other pressed against the small of her back, holding her flush against him.
"Kushina… you feel so good…" he groaned, his voice thick with desire. Her response was a low, throaty "Mmmh," her body arching as she met each of his thrusts with equal fervor.
The water continued to pour over them, a warm cascade that heightened every sensation, making their skin hypersensitive to every touch.
She tilted her head, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "Faster… please…" Her voice was a sultry plea, and Minato obliged, his pace quickening, each thrust drawing a louder moan from her lips.
"Ahhh… yes… just like that…" Kushina's moans grew more desperate, her body trembling as she neared the edge. Her fingers tightened in his hair, pulling just enough to send a jolt of pleasure-pain through him.
Minato's own breaths came in ragged gasps, his control fraying as he felt her tighten around him, her body responding to his in a way that drove him wild. "Kushina…" he groaned, his voice a low rumble as he buried his face in her neck, kissing and sucking at the sensitive skin there.
Her moans grew louder, more urgent, filling the air with a symphony of pleasure.
"Ohhh… Minato… I'm so close…"
He could feel it too—the way her body tensed, the way her moans became more erratic, more desperate. He slid a hand between them, his fingers finding the sensitive bundle of nerves that made her gasp, her body jolting against his.
"Mmmh… yes… right there…" she whimpered, her voice breaking as she clung to him, her nails digging into his back.
The world narrowed to just the two of them, the steam, the water, the heat of their bodies pressed together. Minato's fingers moved in time with his thrusts, drawing out every moan, every shudder, every gasp from Kushina's lips.
"Ahhh… Minato… I can't…" Her words dissolved into a cry as her climax hit, her body convulsing around him, her moans echoing in the small space.
The sound of her pleasure, the feel of her tightening around him, pushed Minato over the edge. He groaned her name, a deep, guttural sound, as he followed her into bliss, his body shuddering with the intensity of his release.
For a moment, they stood there, panting, their bodies still pressed together as the water washed away the evidence of their passion.
Kushina's forehead rested against his, her breaths coming in soft, shaky gasps. "Mmmh… that was…" She trailed off, a lazy smile spreading across her face as she looked up at him, her eyes still hazy with pleasure.
"Perfect," Minato finished for her, his voice soft but filled with warmth. He brushed a strand of wet hair from her face, his thumb lingering on her cheek.
She leaned into his touch, her own hands sliding up his arms, tracing the lines of his muscles with a tenderness that made his heart ache.
They stayed like that for a while, letting the water soothe their overheated skin, their bodies still entwined. Eventually, Kushina pulled back, a playful glint returning to her eyes.
"You know," she said, her voice teasing, "I think I deserve a reward for that massage earlier."
Minato chuckled, the sound low and warm. "Oh? And what kind of reward does my wife have in mind?" His hands slid down to her waist, pulling her close again, his lips brushing against hers in a teasing kiss.
She hummed, her fingers trailing down his chest, sending a fresh wave of heat through him.
"Mmmh… maybe something that involves you carrying me to bed," she murmured, her voice dripping with suggestion. "I'm not done with you yet, Hokage."
His eyes darkened with renewed Anguished desire, he lifted her effortlessly, her laughter—bright and full of mischief—ringing out as he carried her out of the bathroom.
"Minato, you're gonna get us all wet!" she teased, her voice light but still carrying that sultry edge.
"Let's see how much wetter we can get," he shot back, his grin
matching hers as he carried her to their bedroom. The bed was soft beneath her as he laid her down, her red hair fanning out like a fiery halo against the sheets.
The air was cooler here, but the heat between them hadn't faded. Kushina's hands were already reaching for him, pulling him down to her, her lips finding his in a kiss that was all hunger and love.
"Mmmh…" she moaned softly as his hands explored her body again, slower this time, savoring every curve, every sensitive spot that made her gasp. "Minato… you're too good at this…" Her voice was breathy, her body arching into his touch as he kissed his way down her neck, her collarbone, her breasts.
"You haven't seen anything yet," he murmured against her skin, his voice a low growl that made her shiver. His hands were deliberate, teasing, drawing out every moan, every "Ohhh…" as he took his time worshipping her body.
Kushina's fingers tangled in his hair, her breaths coming in short, needy gasps as he pushed her toward another peak, her moans growing louder, more desperate.
"Ahhh… Minato… please…" she whimpered, her body trembling under his touch. He didn't make her wait long, giving her exactly what she needed, their bodies moving together in perfect sync.
Her moans filled the room, a crescendo of "Mmmh… yes… ohhh…" as they lost themselves in each other, the world outside forgotten.
When they finally collapsed together, breathless and sated, Kushina's laughter bubbled up again, warm and infectious. "You're gonna have to carry me to every shower from now on," she teased, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest.
Minato grinned, pulling her close. "Deal," he said, kissing her forehead. They lay there, tangled in each other, the stresses of the day melted away in the heat of their love.
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