The stars had fully claimed the sky now, a vast canopy of indifferent witnesses to the fire raging below. Minato's body still covered Robin's like a shield, his weight a delicious anchor pinning her to the damp cushions of the daybed.
Their breaths mingled in ragged harmony, chests heaving as the aftershocks rippled through them. He was still buried deep inside her, softening but not withdrawing, as if even in repose he refused to relinquish his hold.
The air was thick with the scent of their union—musky sweat, the faint tang of chlorine clinging to their skin, and the heady, intimate perfume of release.
Robin's fingers traced lazy patterns along the sweat-slicked expanse of his back, feeling the fresh scratches she'd left, the subtle rise and fall of his muscles. Her body hummed with satisfaction, every nerve ending alive and tingling, but already she felt the stirrings of renewed hunger.
"Minato," she whispered, her voice husky and raw from her earlier cries. She shifted beneath him, deliberately clenching around his spent length, drawing a low, guttural groan from his throat.
He lifted his head, blue eyes dark and smoldering in the dim light. A bead of sweat trickled from his temple, tracing a path down his sharp jawline before dripping onto her collarbone.
"You're insatiable," he murmured, his lips curving into a wicked smile. But there was no complaint in his tone—only approval, laced with that possessive edge that made her core flutter anew. He flexed inside her, testing, teasing, and she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders.
"Mmm… only for you," she moaned softly, arching her back to press her breasts against his chest. The friction of her hardened nipples against his skin sent sparks shooting through her, reigniting the ache between her legs.
"You make me crave more. Always more. I can't get enough of feeling you like this… filling me, owning me."
Minato's hand slid up her thigh, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he slowly withdrew, inch by torturous inch. The drag of him leaving her elicited a whimper from her lips, her body protesting the emptiness. But he didn't leave her wanting for long.
He rolled them over in one fluid motion, settling her astride his hips, her knees sinking into the cushions on either side of him.
The position left her exposed, her slick folds pressing against the hardening ridge of his cock, the cool night air kissing her overheated skin.
"Look at you," he growled, his hands roaming up her sides to cup her breasts, thumbs circling the sensitive peaks with deliberate slowness.
"Glistening in the starlight, marked by my teeth, my hands… you're a masterpiece of ruin." He pinched one nipple lightly, then harder, watching her face contort in pleasure-pain.
Robin's head fell back, a throaty moan escaping her as she ground down against him, coating his length with her renewed arousal.
"Oh god, Minato… yes, just like that," she breathed, her hips undulating in a slow, sensual rhythm.
The slide of her wetness against him was exquisite, each movement building the friction until she felt him twitch and swell beneath her. "I love how you touch me. Like I'm yours to play with, to break if you want."
"You are," he affirmed, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her core. One hand left her breast to tangle in her dark hair, pulling her down for a kiss that was all heat and dominance.
His tongue invaded her mouth, mimicking the thrusts he promised, while his free hand slipped between them.
Fingers parted her folds, stroking her clit in firm, circling motions that made her buck against him. "Every curve, every moan… mine. Say it."
"Yours," she moaned into his mouth, the word breaking on a gasp as he pinched her clit lightly.
"All yours. Fuck, Minato, that feels so good… don't stop." Her body trembled, the buildup coiling tight in her belly already.
She rocked faster, chasing the sensation, her breasts bouncing with each movement. The night air carried her soft cries, mingling with the distant crash of waves against the villa's shore.
He broke the kiss to trail his lips down her neck, sucking at the bruises he'd already left, darkening them further.
"I'm going to make you come again," he promised against her skin, his breath hot and ragged.
"On my fingers first. Then on my cock. Over and over, until you're begging me to stop… but you won't. Will you?"
"No… never," she whimpered, her hands bracing on his chest for leverage as she ground harder against his hand. His fingers dipped lower, two sliding inside her with ease, curling to hit that spot that made stars explode behind her eyelids.
"Ah! Minato… right there… oh fuck, yes!" Her moans grew louder, unrestrained, echoing into the night as he pumped his fingers in and out, his thumb never leaving her clit.
The pace built gradually, a deliberate escalation that had her teetering on the edge. He watched her intently, drinking in every flush of her cheeks, every quiver of her thighs. "That's it, Robin," he encouraged, his voice thick with desire.
"Let me hear you. Moan for me like the good girl you are." He added a third finger, stretching her, the wet sounds of her arousal filling the air between them. She cried out, her walls clenching around him, the coil snapping as ecstasy crashed over her.
"Minato! Oh god, I'm coming… yes, yes!" Her body convulsed, hips jerking erratically as waves of pleasure ripped through her. She collapsed forward, forehead pressing against his, her moans dissolving into breathless pants.
But he didn't let her rest. With a swift motion, he guided her up, positioning the head of his now fully hard cock at her entrance.
"Ride me," he commanded, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave fresh bruises.
"Show me how grateful you are. Take what's yours."
Robin didn't hesitate. She sank down slowly, savoring the stretch, the fullness that made her gasp.
"Mmm… so big… you fill me so
perfectly," she moaned, her voice trembling as she bottomed out.
For a moment, she stilled, adjusting, feeling him throb inside her. Then she began to move, rising and falling in a sensual rhythm, her hands on his chest for balance.
Minato's eyes were locked on where they joined, watching himself disappear into her again and again.
"Fuck, you're tight… so wet for me," he groaned, thrusting up to meet her halfway. The impact sent jolts through her, her breasts heaving with each collision.
He reached up, palming them roughly, rolling her nipples between his fingers. "Look at you, bouncing on my cock like you were made for it. Tell me how it feels."
"Incredible… ah! So deep… you hit every spot," she panted, her pace quickening. Sweat beaded on her skin, trickling down the valley between her breasts.
She leaned back, one hand bracing on his thigh, the new angle allowing him to go even deeper. "Minato… harder… please, fuck me harder."
He obliged, surging up with powerful thrusts that made the daybed creak beneath them. "Like this? You want me to pound this sweet pussy until you can't walk?" His words were punctuated by grunts, his control fraying as her moans grew frantic.
"Yes! Oh fuck, yes… don't stop… I'm yours, all yours!" Robin's cries escalated, her body slamming down to meet his, the slap of skin on skin rhythmic and hypnotic. She felt the tension building again, impossibly fast, her inner walls fluttering around him.
Minato sat up abruptly, wrapping his arms around her waist to pull her flush against him. The shift buried him deeper, their bodies moving in perfect sync.
He captured her lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing her moans as one hand slipped down to rub her clit in tight circles. "Come with me," he demanded against her mouth.
"Squeeze me… milk me dry."
The command pushed her over.
"Minato! I'm… ahhh!" Her orgasm hit like a tidal wave, her body seizing, walls contracting rhythmically around him.
He followed seconds later, thrusting erratically as he spilled inside her again, his groans muffled against her neck.
They clung to each other, trembling in the aftermath, hearts pounding. Minato's hands stroked her back soothingly now, a contrast to the earlier ferocity. "You're perfect," he whispered, pressing soft kisses to her shoulder. "And we're not done yet."
Robin smiled weakly, her body spent but her desire unquenched. "Promise?" she teased, clenching around him once more.
He chuckled darkly. "Oh, I promise. The night's young, and I have so many ways to claim you."
As the stars wheeled overhead, their bodies intertwined again, lost in a cycle of passion that showed no signs of ending.
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