A soft kiss. Light, gentle touches. Temari dissolved into them.

"What would you like me to do?" - Naruto asked, indicating that the next time they would have sexual contact.

Temari was used to hard, furious sex. Every time was like a fight, a little battle, with her being the winner. That's what Sabaku thought. Until an incomprehensible sense of guilt and shame flooded over her.

Now that she examined herself, she realized that all the time she had been fucking a guy, she had been running from fear, from pain, from betrayal. And she could not run away - because they were all inside, not outside. She was left with a sense of disappointment when the next partner reclined after cumming, and Temari continued to feel the same hunger for intimacy and dissatisfaction.

"I want... Tenderness. For everything to be slow, in no rush," she answered then.

To be fair, Naruto didn't do the typical clichéd platitudes like rose petals and candles. He rented an apartment in one of the city's skyscrapers. Impressive view, huge bed and bath - in warm light colors, small details - like Egyptian cotton bedding, peaches (her favorite fruit), no distracting music.
-I'm going to take a shower. Join me if you want, - taking a towel, the blond hid behind the door.
Temari listened to herself tensely. Then, remembering the advice of the psychologist and Uzumaki himself, she took a deep breath. Mentally she plunged to the bottom of the lake - it had become her refuge, a corner of consciousness where she felt at complete peace. Relaxed. And catching her desire there, she nodded to it, opened her eyes, and followed Naruto.
He was standing in the shower - tall, handsome, jets of water running down his taut muscles. He smiled at her - not seductively or encouragingly - the way long-time partners smile at each other, confident in their relationship.
She suddenly felt so at ease. She smiled back - not shyly and modestly, but also - confidently. And stepped toward him.

They stood looking at each other. Not doing a thing - just soaking in the drops of water. And it felt so good. So peaceful.
Naruto lifted his hand, brushed the slipped curl from her forehead, and, sliding his palm lower, ran his thumb across her plump lips, tracing their outline.
Serenity. That's what she felt. Not the urge to pounce on him, not the burning lust, not the painful pull. Serenity.
Naruto bowed a bit and she felt his forehead on hers.
- If you're not ready, we can reschedule everything.
-What about the rent? - She whispered. Couldn't help but ask - still felt obligated.
-Temari, when are you going to realize that you can stop at any moment? - Uzumaki didn't sound like he was rebuking or moralizing her. He voiced out her capabilities. This calmed her even more. And in that calm, she knew what she wanted. She nestled her lips into the hollow of his collarbone, walked over it, catching water. Continued her way down the neck, eliciting a noisy exhalation. She cupped his earlobe, squeezing and pulling away slightly. Her nipples touched Naruto's chest and hardened. He touched them with his fingertips. The weightless movements were barely perceptible. And it made her listen to them more intently. The blond lowered his head, took in one of the dark pink bumps. With soft, sucking motions, he made it tense even more.
-Don't fail the second one, - Temari whispered through a smile.
- I won't, - his head bobbed over her left side. He caressed her roundness, moving his tongue and lips.
Watching him suck her breasts was turning her on. Temari felt the folds between her legs fill up, getting heavier and wetter. Everything was happening so slowly and languidly that she felt like a virgin, a bride before her first wedding night.

Naruto suddenly straightened up, turned off the water, picked her up in his arms, and moved toward the bedroom. All the way, he looked into her eyes, finding both glimmers of embarrassment and incipient desire and confidence in him.
Gently laying Temari on the bed, he held out a towel to her. And while the girl rid her hair and skin of excess moisture, Uzumaki took out a prepared vial of oil, shook out a few drops, and began rubbing her feet. An unfamiliar scent, warm and tart, wafted through the air.
Sniffing, Temari realized that it was part of Naruto's scent. Who, meanwhile, was sucking gently her toes. It was one of the strangest sensations she had ever experienced before.
-How does it feel? - The light dipped away from her toes.
-Unusual. Unexpected.
-Unpleasant?
-No. I just didn't think they were that sensitive. You don't usually notice them.
-I'll stop if you want.

Temari thought about it. And she realized that now another part of her body was asking for affection.
-I want you to lick my back.
Naruto got up, helping her roll over onto her stomach. He licked the protruding bones of her shoulder blades. He ran his warm tongue between them. Slowly, in sequence, from her neck to the hollows on her lower back, he gave her goosebumps. Flattening his tongue, then making it firm and hard, he explored her skin. He left no nook or cranny unexplored.

It felt so... Like for the first time, that's all that came to her mind. For the first time, someone was doing something so sensual for her. Listened to her desires. Putting them on an equal footing with her own. And even more - made her pleasure a priority.
The arousal felt different too. Like a warming fire, it enveloped her whole body. Didn't leave a nook in it that wasn't warm and cared and wanted. A desire to savor the moment. To feel equal. Whole. And to give his affection in return. Not trying to earn love. Not trying to grab the slightest bit of approval. No. Because she feels she can't do otherwise. Because he wants to take and give equally.

-How do you want it now, Temari? - Naruto's voice sounded deep, and in it she heard echoes of her desire.
-I want... I want you to go down on me... - her cheeks flushed, but the blonde knew he would expect direct, clear answers.
His head dropped between her thighs. He caressed her again with his tongue, guided his lips, slipping inside. His palms squeezed Temari's breasts, and she, mindful of his preference, covered them with her own, guiding his movements. As if reluctantly, Uzumaki pulled one hand away and plunged his fingers into her vagina.
- Wet, - he stretched the sound and smiled, as if he'd received a long-awaited gift. Naruto felt a sensitive spot on the front wall. He continued to suck her clit, massaging it with his fingers at the same time. Then kneaded the folds with his thumb, looking for the places particularly responsive to caresses. He stroked her belly with the other hand, then moved up to her breasts.

Temari wriggled underneath him, squirming and moaning. She was torn: between pleasure, which was almost painful - so keenly felt, and something that stopped her from crossing that line. Uzumaki sensed it was hard for her to cum. He reached for the blanket, which lay abandoned before and covered her feet with it, rubbing them to warm them up.
-Trust me, Temari,- the blue eyes from below looked as if they wanted to caress not just her body, but her very soul. The mouth continued its slow paced, unhurried work.
And the girl, sensing that she wanted to let him feel her, to give him that orgasm, let go of her doubts and fears and exhaled a long moan, finally relaxing her throbbing muscles. Naruto stayed inside her briefly, continuing to drain her surfaces. Taking his fingers out, he licked them with pleasure, as if to mark his victory.
-How are you, Temari? - still feeling the heat, going away, she couldn't even answer.
-I... I feel really good. I've never felt this good before. Thank you, Naruto.
-Do you remember what Ino was talking about? Both are involved in the process.
That confused her. She really, until that conversation with the psychologist, had thought that most of her pleasure depended on her partner.

-That's not entirely true. If you allow yourself to relax, to study your body, to be able to prompt and guide a man so that he doesn't have to guess - whether you moan from pain or from pleasure - you are fulfilling your part of the responsibility, - Ino looked at her carefully.

She gave her an assignment: take a mirror and examine her vagina. Temari remembered that feeling of awkwardness and somewhat squeamishness as she sat down in front of her reflection with her legs spread apart.

-You have the eyes of an artist, so try to find an aesthetic, something that would attract and interest you as an artist, - the psychologist admonished, anticipating a reaction like this.

Looking at the full, tight folds, Temari began to pick up shades. How the skin was a little darker on the outsides and lighter on the insides. She watched the shadows. Traced with her eyes how the lips were encircling, guarding her clitoris. She pulled back the skin - the opening reminded her of an anthurium flower - and touched the folds on the inside. Temari marveled at their smoothness and wetness before sliding a finger inside and feeling the tightness of the walls. She took it out and stroked the surface of the lips again and covered them with the palm completely, warming the sensitive skin.

Temari inserted two fingers, feeling a pleasant filling. She began to move them in small circular motions, searching for the area opposite her clitoris. Watching herself in the mirror, she tried to reach with her thumb to where the flaps of her lips joined. It wasn't comfortable, so she pulled away, leaned back on the bed, and hooked her other hand. Her index and middle finally found a place that responded with pleasant waves to the grinding and pressure. All her insides were wet, so she took her fingers out and moistened the clit. Temari returned them to the hot pussy. She stroked the barely noticeable bud with her upper hand, feeling how it became more and more swollen. Her lips, too, were growing fuller, firmer and more sensitive.

She began short, rubbing strokes inside. Her fingers moved almost in sync inside and outside, in matching movements. Up and down, in a circle, gestures that were slightly scraping.

Temari caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror - reddened cheeks, hair, clinging to her wet neck, her pussy watering - she liked herself in this moment. She felt her own beauty. And she squirmed - surprised at how hard her muscles squeezed her fingers in orgasm.

As Naruto moved measuredly, her tight walls wrapped around his cock.
-I want you inside of me, - that's what she replied to the question he'd asked before about whether she'd had enough.
His lips caressed her nipples, enjoying the firm breasts.
-Do you want to be on top?
-Yes. - Naruto pulled out, lay back and watched with pleasure as she sat on him, beginning to move. Her blond hair spread over her shoulders, her breasts swayed tantalizingly, she breathed in gasps, half moans.
-Temari, lie on top of me, I want to feel you completely. - She pressed her breasts against his chest, feeling the sweat before it could evaporate. Sliding along his body.
Naruto lifted her right leg a little higher, and put her left leg between his. Temari felt his cock push into the very spot that resonated most vividly, and his pelvis continued to rub her clit. She was close to feeling her orgasm again. The blond man cupped her face with palms, tilted her to him and kissed. Temari hugged him, continuing her movements, enjoying his tongue and lips. Step by step, she got close to the edge, so tiny at first and filling her whole body like an explosion afterward.
-Stay inside, please, - she asked Naruto.
-Are you comfortable? No painful sensations?
-No, I'm fine. I want you to cum too.
-A girl's wish is law. - Uzumaki smiled broadly and began to speed up. He was stroking Temari, whispering how beautiful she is, kissing her leg, which he lifted and held.
And she felt even more blissed as he gasped tornly, sharply, gripped her tighter, and then relaxed.

They spent the rest of the night chatting. Naruto fell asleep as the sun just showed its first rays. And Temari, naked, admired the sun breaking the horizon.

She thought about what it was worth not falling in love with a man after such an amazing sex. After he had taught her to appreciate her desires, her body, her abilities. After he told her their next encounter would be the last - as surrogate partners. Shaking her head, Sabaku pushed the sad thoughts away and decided that the best gratitude on her part would be to learn his lessons and say goodbye.

They parted at noon, arranging the meeting in a couple of weeks. Naruto checked in with her to see how she was feeling. He told when she repeated her morning reflection:
"It's really great you understand that, separating the way I interact with you and a real relationship. And at the same time, remember that I'm ready to remain your friend and help you if you need it." - With these words he kissed her on the forehead, turned around and left.

Temari, on the other hand, returned to her flat. The elevator didn't work - she had to take the stairs. There was a strange sensation in her chest - she could tell something was about to burst out of her. She chuckled to herself: "It's either an Alien or a Phoenix bird. Either way, nothing will ever be the same again."

Opening the door to the studio, she hung up the keys, walked to the bathroom, washed her hands. And as she walked into the room, she didn't immediately notice the dark figure sitting on the window.
-Hey, sis. I blew up half the city sky-high to find you. Gonna tell me who you fucked this time?