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Yearning, Chapter 10	By : xpandaishax Category: -Misc Anime > Het - Male/Female Views: 1754 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Yearning, Chapter 10
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She finds Ichigo lounging on his bed, idly leafing through a manga. He doesn’t say anything as she stands before him, meeting her eyes before flicking his gaze over her slowly.
“Miss Rukia.” He drawls, his lips savoring her name. ”To what do I owe the honour of your presence?”
She worries her lower lip as she approaches him, eyes downcast. He leans forward, setting the manga aside as he balances his chin on his fist. “Did you want something?” Gathering her courage, she meets his eyes, chin high.
Ichigo smiles, and reaches out, grabbing her wrist and pulling her forward slowly. His uniform is carelessly unbuttoned, revealing the white undershirt stretched over his broad chest. She watches as the muscles play under his shirt, and feels a flutter at the sight of his barely leashed strength.
She climbs into the bed, balancing on her knees. He pulls her further so she is straddling him, sitting in his lap with her legs bracketing his. She sits stiffly, rising on her knees slightly to avoid contact.
He searches her eyes as he catches the ends of her uniform’s bowtie between two fingers, tugging slowly. “Rukia? You haven’t said anything.”
She slides her fingers up his jaw, mirroring his actions of the previous night. “I got tired of running.” Rukia whispers. “I’m ready for you now.”
He winds the now-untied bowtie around his fingers, pulling her face close. “Mmm, really?” He purrs, gold eyes dropping to her lips. She places an innocent peck on his lips, making him smirk. “That the best you can do, Kuchiki?”
Competitive spirit pricked, she kisses him harder, tongue and lips tangling with mingled breaths. Her kiss is still tentative and inexperienced, but he takes her mouth, nibbling and licking and tasting it. Within moments, her knees relax, and she sits in the crook of his knees, her hot softness pressing against the hard planes and angles of his body.
He leans back, his gold eyes glowing with hunger as he looks at her again with something like awe. “You are definitely scary.” He sighs. “My gorgeous girl. There’ll be nothing left of me.”
Even now, Ichigo teases her. She silences him with another kiss, this one slower, slanting her mouth over his as her fingers slide into his hair. He stabs his tongue into her lips, stroking against hers slowly, tasting her.
His hands let go of the tie around her neck, and slowly travel down her body before sliding up her skirt to cup her ass. She gasps when his fingertips brush the soft white cotton.
“Do you like that, Rukia?” He smiles against her lips, squeezing again. He watches roses bloom on her cheeks as she nods.
“Does it feel good when I do this?” He gently strokes the hidden crease of her ass with his fingertips, watching her eyes slide to a close. “Yes.” Rukia breathes, furrowing her brow at the unfamiliar sensations his fingers evoke. “Please.”
“Unbutton your blouse, Rukia.” He says her name as if it were an endearment, and her trembling fingers rise to obey his order. She slips the first two buttons out of their holes, her breath catching as he tightens his grip on her ass. She finds her hips rocking slowly, and hurries to open the next button.
“Slower.” He breathes roughly. “I want you to unwrap yourself slowly.”
Her eyes slam into his as she obeys, peeling off her sweater to reveal more buttons. He watches with heavy lidded eyes as she slips off the remaining buttons, revealing the smooth skin of her stomach and the cream lace of her bra. She can tell by the darkening of his eyes that he likes what he sees.
He slips the open blouse off her slowly, trapping her elbows as he plants a kiss on one shoulder, finally yanking it off before recapturing her lips. She kisses him hungrily now, no longer the passive participant in this game. He puts his hands on her waist, savoring the feel of her skin with a pleased sound.
"Sweet Rukia." He murmurs into her lips as his fingers explore her stomach. A thumb dips into her navel, causing a line of fire to blaze towards her center. She sucks in a breath as he circles the small indentation.
"So deliciously smooth. This time, I'm going to feast on you for hours." He finally gives her lips a reprieve, kissing her jaw to find that spot under her ear that makes her whimper.
Her hips have started grinding against his, the growing hunger inside her pushing her to move, but she does not know how to ease it.
Meanwhile, Ichigo slides a bra strap down her arm, tracing the marks left with his lips. He does the same with the other side, eyeing her barely filled bra cups with satisfaction.
Rukia averts her eyes self consciously, knowing her own body. Almost reverently he raises both hands to cup her breasts through the lace and cotton, his eyes meeting hers.
"You are perfect." He breathes, following the curve of her bra over a breast with his tongue without breaking eye contact. His tongue laps playfully under the cream lace, making her pussy clench involuntarily.
"Good?" He asks, careful to note her every reaction. She bites her lower lip and nods. Ichigo Kurosaki licking her breast is the hottest thing she has seen. Her nipples peak and harden.
"May I take your bra off?" He murmurs against the soft skin between her breasts. Rukia reaches behind and unhooks the bra in reply, too impatient to wait.
He scowls playfully up at her, causing a low throb in her stomach. "I wanted to do that." He tells her, cupping her other breast. "I'll have to punish you for that. But damn, you are perfect."
He catches a nipple in his lips and suckles. Rukia lets out a surprised yelp. Suddenly she cannot breathe and her entire being is focused on the one sensitive spot where Ichigo is licking playfully. She bites her knuckle to keep the screams back as his clever fingers circle the other pink nipple too, gently tugging it and stroking till she cannot see straight.
He releases her with a wet pop and switches sides, sucking the other nipple until it glows a dark cherry red. "So adorable." He smiles up at her for a moment, kissing her lips briefly. He eases her up on her knees with an arm around her waist so he can nibble on the soft underside of her breast.
Rukia can feel how wet she is, and is not sure how to ease the need. But Ichigo suddenly sucks at her skin, hard, and eyes the mark with satisfaction. "Mine." He tells her, flicking his tongue at the other nipple again.
He reduces her to a whimpering mess, and all Rukia can do is feel. She grabs fistsful of his hair, her body a quivering bundle of nerves and sensations. He glances up at her, eyes full of dark amusement. “Poor Rukia… does it feel good to have me tasting you here?” He croons, lapping at her nipple.
“Yes.” Rukia whispers, panting.
He leans back, and oh, it almost hurts when he stops touching her. His eyes rake over her body possessively, and now she has lost all her shyness. Then he pulls his own shirt off, revealing sculpted abs and strong shoulders. She kneels over him, feeling the remains of his kisses in the unfamiliar tenderness of her breasts, and tries to catch her breath.
“God.” He whispers, running a knuckle down the side of her nipple, tracing her curves before resting it on her navel. “You are so incredibly sexy.”
Eyes heavy, she watches him trace his fingertips down her thigh. Then he reverses their direction, sliding them back to disappear under her skirt, exploring previously undiscovered skin. As if asking permission, gold eyes snap back to hers. Her hands cover his, and pull them up slowly under her skirt.
Ichigo smiles at her trembling acceptance, reaching up for a kiss as he runs his knuckles up her thighs. “Sweet Rukia.” He murmurs reverently, palming the inside of her thighs. “Show me where you want me to touch you.”
His hands burn her skin wherever they touch, and the closer they get to her core, the harder it is for Rukia to think. His fingertips brush wet cotton, pulling a moan from her lips. A pleased expression crosses Ichigo’s face. “Do you want me to touch you here, scary girl?” He traces the creases between her thighs and legs, dangerously close to that secret place.
Rukia’s eyes snap open, and she stares at him, dazed. “Lift up your skirts, and show me.” He urges, watching her trembling hands grab the hem of her school issue skirt, and raise it slowly.
His look of dark intent sends a fresh rush of moisture to her panties. “So wet.” He almost hisses, rubbing the back of his knuckle right in her center, tracing her folds through the soaked fabric. She clenches almost uncontrollably just from that one touch. “All
for me, huh.”
Rukia is mesmerized by the look on his face. The legendary focus of Ichigo Kurosaki now on her, as he explores the newly revealed skin. Then she closes her eyes and shudders as he runs a long hot finger up the crease in the cotton, circling that one spot that makes the world tilt. “Ichi- ohhh.” She gasps, chest heaving. She grabs his shoulders, suddenly boneless.
“Gorgeous.” He whispers, stroking her again. She opens her eyes to find that he is watching her. The intensity on his face makes her tremble even more as an unfamiliar fire blazes deep inside her.
In a flurry of motion, Ichigo pulls her into a lying position, trapping her underneath his hard body. Reclining over her with his head on his hand, he gazes into her eyes for a moment, then asks, “Hey, scary girl, are you mine?”
Rukia raises her hands to cover her face, ready to scream with frustration. “Really? You’re asking me this now?”
Gently, Ichigo peels her hands away from her face, raining kisses all over her eyes and nose. He traps her wrists on the pillow above her head, leaving her exposed and vulnerable. “Rukia, we can’t go any further until we both know where we stand.” He kisses her lips finally, claiming them. “And I need to know now that you are mine.” His eyes crinkle as he smiles down at her. “And I’ll be your man, of course. I’m not easy, though. I need commitment from you before we do anything else.” He nips her lower lip playfully. “And eventually you’ll need to make an honest man out of me.”
Rukia raises her head to prolong the kiss, yanking one arm from his grasp to pull his head closer.
When he pulls his head back to tease her, she flips them both over so she straddles him, trapping his arms next to his head. “I belong to no man.” She retorts, kissing him hungrily.
He smiles against her lips, licking at her mouth until she melts. "No, my scary girl, of course you belong to yourself. But will you be with me? As my girlfriend? Exclusively? With dates and holding hands in public and telling our families?" He pulls away and she detects a note of vulnerability in his voice.
She stares into his eyes, feeling the flutters in her stomach intensify. "You want to tell Oni-sama?"
“I want to tell everyone.” Ichigo grins at her. “Yes, even Byakuya.”
“You really should be more formal with him, you know.” Rukia rolls off him, lying back down. The mention of her brother has her covering herself. Ichigo faces her, his fingers tipping her face to his.
“Sooo… you agree?” He asks eagerly, tracing circles on the inside of her knee. He watches her cheeks heat up as she averts her eyes. “I thought that was kind of a given. Since I am here.” She mutters, crossing her arms.
He recaptures her lips. “I’m not taking any chances with you, scary girl. I’ll need you to -” He slides his fingers up the inside of her thigh slowly.
“Spell.” The fingers reach her panties again, causing her stomach to clench.
“It.” Her eyes snap back to his as he cups her pussy, gently rubbing her with his palm.
“Out.” His fingers start massaging the slick cotton, causing her to grab his wrist in maidenly panic. And again, she is helpless.
“Ichigo.” She whimpers, biting her lower lip. He studies her face intently. “Does it feel good, Rukia?”
“Y-y- oh.” Her eyes close, as she battles for control. His clever fingers have found a particularly delicious spot that has her toes curling and her hands fisting. He strums it mercilessly, playing her body like an expert.
“Just say yes.” He whispers into her ear as he shifts his position, one arm sliding around her to pull her close and the other hand pulling up her skirt, sliding into the waistband of her panties.
“Say yes and it’ll be so good.” He follows this with slow nibbles on her vulnerable neck.
She shivers as he slides a finger down, peeling the wet panties from her sensitive skin. “My Rukia is so fucking wet.” He purrs, nipping her collarbone. “Oh, wait. You haven’t said yes yet.”
He pauses his fingers, and waits expectantly.
Rukia scowls up at him. “I can’t believe you’re doing this.”
Ichigo licks her nipple again, sliding his fingertip lightly up and down her slit. She arches her back reflexively.
“Your poor little pussy, all wet and empty.” He whispers against her ear. “Don’t you want me inside you? All you have to do is say it.”
“Not like this.” She bites out, sinking her teeth into her knuckles to keep from crying out. “I won’t be your - Ohh God - girlfriend just because you’re torturing m-me.”
“Will you say yes, then, because I love you?” Ichigo is staring at her intently again, his nose nudging hers, even as his hand is buried in her panties. He pauses his movements, awaiting her response.
“Yes.” She breathes out, her eyes on his. “I will.”
“I love you.” Ichigo states quietly. “Just so you know.”
Rukia takes a deep breath. “I love you too.” She replies, then mutters, “So I guess it’s official.”
He looks intensely relieved, resting his forehead on hers. They pause for a moment, absorbing the change in their relationship that has just taken place.
Then, with a renewed determination, Ichigo starts stroking her again, using his thumb to circle her clit.
“Oh God, Ichigo, yes.” She clutches at his shoulder, trembling at his unrelenting assault. A mischievous grin slowly spreads across his face, one that has her stomach quivering.
“You know, the panties need to go.” He says conversationally, hooking his fingers under the soft cotton and peeling it off her skin. Ichigo smiles widely when he sees the bunny print on the wrinkled fabric, sliding it down to her knees. “You are too cute, Rukia Kuchiki.”
Flushing, she tries to twist away. He pulls her knees up, kneeling between her legs and rendering her helpless in this position. Then he divests her of her panties. “What are you doing?” She snaps, pinned as her knees are pushed almost to her chest.
Carefully, he spreads her knees, a rakish grin on his face. “I owe you a punishment, Rukia. You cheated me earlier. I wanted to strip off your bra.”
She pushes her skirt down between her legs in a belated attempt at modesty, with a squeak. Undeterred, Ichigo grins at her, pressing a kiss on the inside of her knee just above her school socks. “I can tell how much you want me, scary girl.” He teases, painting his name on the inside of her thigh with his wet fingertips.
She watches, wide eyed, as he trails a wet kiss up her thigh, stopping at the hem of her skirt. He laps at the wet symbols that his fingers left, tracing the strokes with his tongue. She shivers, and twists restlessly, modesty warring with pleasure.
“You are so tasty.” He murmurs, biting her thigh playfully and then licking it. “And wet. Do you want me to touch your pussy again?”
She stares at him, teeth sinking into her lower lip, and nods slowly. Ichigo spreads her knees wide, and uses a knuckle to trace the soft, swollen cleft between her thighs. He watches her face as he does this, looking extremely pleased with himself as he presses kisses along her thighs. He increases the speed of his strokes, watching her eyes lose focus as he circles a particularly sensitive area.
“Do you know, I’ve always had a thing for you in school uniform?” He says gruffly as he nudges her soft folds apart with his fingertips to stroke her wet silky flesh. "The first time I saw you in this skirt, I wanted to do this."
Rukia lets out a muffled scream as he ducks his head under her skirt to give her a long slow lick. She arches her back, trying to move away from the unfamiliar pleasure shooting through her, a little terrified by the intensity. He holds her hips up, keeping her in place as he laps at her pussy, tracing the folds with the tip of his tongue. Rukia writhes under him, pinned down by his hands, biting back sobs as he finds her clit and attacks it relentlessly with his lips and tongue.
She cannot even see his head as he moves under her skirt, and the dark things he is doing with his mouth has the pressure building even faster until it is almost unbearable. She can feel herself tightening, her body clenching as he explores her folds, tasting her.
“Ichigo.” She sobs, her hands fisting in the sheets as his tongue invades her, pushing the waves higher and higher. She feels him smile against her wet skin.
“So tight.” His hot breath sends her into a frenzy. “And so fucking wet for me. Scary girl, I could do this forever.” The hem of her skirt slips down, exposing the sunset of his hair and his golden eyes. His gaze is intense, the lower half of his face still covered, as he keeps her knees bent over her head to get better access to her hidden secrets.
Rukia feels as if she is going to come apart, like she is going to burst out of her skin and explode into a million tiny pieces. He feels the fluttering of her lower stomach and bears down with his tongue on that one perfect spot, shifting to ease a finger inside her clenching pussy.
“So good.” He croons, marvelling at her tightness. Then he starts to move, in and out, working it into an emptiness that has never been filled before. At first, her body fights the unfamiliarity of being invaded, but Ichigo works in a second finger, licking her clit lightly to get her to receive him.
The invasion has Rukia screaming his name as she comes almost violently, her body clutching tightly at his fingers. He smiles in satisfaction and raises his head to watch her unravel, his mouth still on her quivering flesh. Her petite body shudders at the pleasure overwhelming her, her hips rising off the bed in an unconscious, desperate attempt to get closer.
Finally, her heart rate slows down, and he eases her knees back down to lock around his hips. He keeps his fingers inside her, though, to get her used to it, and is delighted by the frequent aftershocks that quake inside her warmth.
Rukia blushes, a little shocked by her own behavior, and embarrassed by the gleaming on Ichigo’s lips and chin. He pauses to look at her. “I can’t believe I’m the only one who gets to see you look like that.” Ichigo breathes. “You are so fucking beautiful.”
She uses her ankles around his back to pull him down to her, kissing him. Her flavour on his lips makes her clench around his fingers, and his tongue repeats the clever motions that he did on her clit, sending another rush of moisture to help his fingers. She kisses him slowly but thoroughly, as her hands go to the fastening of his dress pants.
He smiles against her lips and helps her unbutton, then unzip him. “Mmm. Naughty girl, did you want more?”
“Please. Now.” She begs, her hand fisting in his hair. The first orgasm had only made her greedy, and the ache between her legs is only partially sated by his fingers. She uses her other hand to fumble with the waistband of his pants, curiously exploring the bulge in his boxers.
“My curious little kitten.” Ichigo chuckles softly, nibbling on her jaw. “Slow down.”
“I want to make you feel good too.” Rukia whispers between desperate gasps. Purple eyes, now darkened to almost black, meet his. He twists his fingers inside her, eliciting a mewl from her throat.
“You’re too tight to take me, Rukia.” He hisses against her cheek, working up to a delicious rhythm. Her hips rock to match his rhythm, but her fingers are awkward as they try to stroke him back. “You can barely take two of my fingers, you’re so incredibly tight.”
He does something with his fingers that sets the fireworks off behind her eyes; that secret spot inside her that has her bowing off the bed, completely unprepared for this.
“I can’t - Ichig- oh God-” Broken words escape her lips as Rukia careens towards the next peak, completely at the mercy of his fingers inside her.
He sinks his teeth into the soft skin at the junction of her neck and shoulder. The sharp nip of pain makes the pleasure bursting through her all the more devastating. She can only grab onto his shoulders as the world spins out of control yet again, her slender body spasming. He holds her close, whispering praises soothingly against her hot skin.
She collapses back on the bed, completely boneless. He eases his fingers out of her tight warmth, feeling her pussy tighten around them in protest. The marks on her shoulder are beginning to turn into bruises, and a rush of male satisfaction fills him at the sight. Then he sees the look on Rukia’s face.
Ichigo gives her a tender grin and presses a sweet kiss to her forehead. “This time I got to see your face when you came.” He murmurs, capturing her lips again. “My gorgeous girlfriend.”
Seeing the goosebumps on her skin, he snags an old sweater thrown on his chair, and eases her into it. She looks adorable in it, the sleeves reaching past her fingertips.
Rukia is completely exhausted, her eyelids getting heavier by the second. “What- about-” She struggles to open her eyes.
“Shh.” Ichigo soothes, pulling her back against his front to snuggle. “It’s ok. We have lots of time.” He yawns against her ear, curling his body around her, his leg thrown across hers. Within moments, both of them are asleep.

Coming out of her slumber, Rukia feels warm and safe, something she hasn’t felt since - oh, since Ichigo had held her all those months ago. Her waking mind takes note of the soft breathing in her ear; the hand inside her shirt, cupping her breast; and the unfamiliar hardness pressed against the small of her back.
Her eyes fly open, remembering, and she also notices a soreness in the newly stretched muscles between her legs.
It is now late in the evening, and the room is dark except for the silver light of the moon. Rukia turns slowly, to face the sleeping Ichigo.
He has impossibly long lashes, she thinks, and it isn’t fair. Then she lets out a squeak as he wraps his hands around her backside, drawing her closer to him. Now the hardness is pressed against the front of her skirt, and in his sleep, Ichigo grinds himself against her soft center.
“Ichigo.” Rukia whispers, trying to wake him, but he hits a particularly sensitive spot and causes a chain reaction of shivers and gasps from her. He rocks against her slowly. “Wake up.” She pokes his shoulder.
His eyes fly open, and his gaze is disoriented for a moment, stopping his motions. He stares at her, then smiles happily. “Hello, Rukia.” He says simply. She kisses him lightly.
Ichigo rolls her on her back, nibbling at her lips and then delving between them with his tongue. She returns the kiss hungrily, her tongue tangling with his. Rukia can feel the hardness pressed against her getting bigger.
“How are you feeling?” Ichigo pulls away for a moment, studying her eyes in the moonlight. “Are you sore?”
She blushes, and nods. He looks so pleased with himself, she thinks. “But I want you inside me.” Rukia stammers.
Ichigo goes still. “Are you sure?” He asks. “We don’t have to, if you aren’t ready. I wanted to make you feel good but -” Rukia slides a hand down his boxers, tracing his hardness, her eyes on his. “Please.” She whispers.
He captures her lips again, kissing her senseless. “My delicious girl, do you really want me to make love to you completely?”
“Yes,” Rukia sighs as he slides his fingers up her skirt. “Please.”
His fingertips brush against her neatly trimmed tuft of hair, and then he slowly uses a finger to part her slowly melting center. Rukia’s fingers dig into his shoulders as he explores her. “Mmm Rukia, you’re already drenched.” He tells her, stroking her slowly. “I’m still afraid I may hurt you when I enter you.”
She manages a shaky smile. “I don’t know, I don’t think -”
“If you can still think, I’m not doing this correctly.” He grins and starts thumbing the hot button at the top of her pussy. Her hips almost come off the bed at the unexpected sensation, and he stops immediately. “You may be a bit hypersensitive now.”
Her heart is pounding as he sits up again, his back against the window. Then he pulls her into his lap, back against his front, her legs forced open by his thighs between them.
Rukia leans her back against his chest, burying her face in his neck from shyness.
“Hold your skirt up.” He whispers against her ear. “I want to see your pretty little pussy again.” She obeys, feeling incredibly wanton as she holds her skirt up to her waist. The shadows do not hide the shocking sight of her pale skin, gleaming with her body’s own honey, and his darker fingers, slowly parting the petals of her femininity.
With his other hand, he circles her nipples, whispering naughty things against her ear like, “Good girl, you’re so wet already,” or “You like this? Your nipples are so hard.”
Rukia feels like a puppet, helpless in the invisible strings that Ichigo pulls. She can only react, and it is unbelievably sexy. Her hands fist on the hem of her helplessly rumpled school uniform, and there is something so hot about not being able to see his hand move under her borrowed sweater.
“Turn around,” He tells her, lifting her so she is facing him, just like when she first arrived. The moonlight forms a halo around his head, turning his hair to gold and fire. They gaze at each other for a moment, their breaths mingling. The trust in her eyes humbles him.
Very carefully, Ichigo parts her flesh with both thumbs, his eyes on her face. Rukia averts her eyes, bracing a hand on his shoulder as she feels her honey drip down her thighs and onto his questing fingers. He doesn’t say anything as he enters her with one finger, working his way in and out again, trying to stretch her tight passage so she can accommodate him.
The drenched folds accept another finger from him, but there is not a lot of space. Rukia is moaning with every stab of his fingers, her lips all rosy from where she has been chewing them. Ichigo takes in the look on her face, mentally filing it away.
Then she starts to move her hips, matching the rhythm of his fingers. Ichigo watches her eyes widen in wonder as she presses herself down fully, her broken breaths betraying the sharp pleasure rising in her. Using his other hand to steady her, he circles her clit again. Her head rolls back, exposing the pale column of her neck.
Ichigo cannot help himself; he presses slow hot kisses along her neck, sucking and marking her. He notes with delight that her dripping pussy clenches around him in time to his tongue on her skin. Her scent is driving him crazy.
Somehow his clever clever girl has managed to work his boxers down, freeing him from it’s confines. His hardness bobs up, reaching for the liquid warmth that his fingers are currently enjoying.
He meets her eyes again. “Are you sure, Rukia? Last chance.”
In response, she lowers herself clumsily against his cock. The moment his skin touches her, Ichigo grits his teeth. “So fucking incredible.” He breathes. “Take what you want, Rukia.”
He watches her brow furrow as he slowly eases out his fingers, and lightly traces her slit with the head of his cock. She bites back a cry as his blunt manhood nudges against her clit, and her hips move, trying to prolong the sensation.
“Beautiful.” He breathes, watching the play of emotions on her face.
With shallow breaths, she manages to work the head of his cock inside her, and she can only stare at him, wide-eyed, as her body tries to adjust to this new invasion. Ichigo runs his hand up and down her back, soothing her. “Oh God.” She whimpers. “It’s so big.”
“Slowly, Rukia.” He sighs, watching the pleasure and pain contort her face as she bears down, working him in inch by delicious inch. He uses his other hand to spread her liquid over her clit, stroking it lightly. Her heaving chest tempts him too- he nibbles on a pert nipple through soft wool. She leans into him, holding his head to her chest, panting.
“Ichigo.” Rukia whispers. “You’re too big. It won’t go all the way in.”
He kisses her again, just because she is so adorable. “I love you, Rukia.” Ichigo tells her, shifting so she is lying underneath him again. “And I’m sorry.”
He starts thrusting shallowly, easing in and out of her until the pain in her eyes subsides. When her hips start to move against him, he pushes a little bit deeper. Rukia’s back bows off the bed, her knees spreading wider to accept him.
He pulls back out, soothing her with kisses and praises. Then Ichigo thrusts back all the way in, taking her scream of pain in his kiss. He kisses the tears away from her cheeks, trying to maintain control and not take her like the mindless animal he fears he is turning into.
Ichigo can feel her flesh fluttering around his member, and it is driving him wild. He fists his hands into the sheets of the bed, trying to keep still while her body adjusts to him.
“Does - does it hurt you too?” Rukia asks, watching the grim cast of his face.
Ichigo laughs darkly. “No, it doesn’t. It feels like you were made for me.” He rakes his teeth down her jaw, licking that spot under her ear that he knows she likes. The spasms around his cock tell him she likes it very much. Her soft yielding flesh has him battling for control.
“It feels like your tight-” He whispers against her ear, with a growl. “Wet-” She arches against him, pushing him even more deeply inside her. “Pussy.” He grabs her hips. “Was made for me.” And then he starts thrusting.
Rukia is surprised to find the discomfort abating, only to be replaced by a slow burning spreading through her. Her heels dig into the mattress as he rocks his pelvis into her faster now, his hands framing her face. Twisting and bucking underneath him, she desperately tries to keep the overpowering wave of pleasure away.
“Ichigo.” She sobs, feeling his delicious fullness now that her body has adjusted to accommodate him fully. His lips crash into hers, as he picks up his rhythm, pounding into her soaked flesh.
His thumb finds where his body is joined to hers, and massages her clit, now stretched against his flesh.
Just like that the wave catches her, and her eyes go dark. Her whole body tightens around around him, the pleasure catching in her spine, twisting tighter and tighter until she breaks with a hoarse scream.
Ichigo is right behind her, thrusting into her clenching flesh. “You like that?” He asks, tasting the salt on her skin. She mewls in reply, making him feel like a god.
Finally, Ichigo empties himself inside her, holding her as he trembles in her arms. Rukia’s tightness milks him, and he stays there for a long minute, thrusting shallowly until he is spent. He slips out of her slowly, feeling her quiver from the aftershocks of her orgasm, and studies her face.
Rukia smiles, her eyes already drifting closed. She can feel his hot cum pouring out of her, and this unfamiliar sensation has her pussy fluttering again. Her eyes open as he puts his hand on her, playing in the thick liquids of her slit.
“This is so incredibly sexy.” He whispers against her ear. “My cum is dripping out of you.” He paints her skin again, circling her folds, and has her whimpering again in seconds. “I love how sensitive you are.” Ichigo tells her.
“I- can’t-” Rukia gasps, rocking her hips against his questing fingers.
“Yes, you can.” He smiles against her neck, rubbing the pads of his fingers against a particularly tender spot.
She scowls slightly at him, but cannot help herself, as he brings the intensity back to her swollen folds.
“Do you want me to eat you?” He asks curiously, circling her clit.
Shocked eyes crash into his. “N-no! I’m all messy d-down there and it’s all-”
He grins at her. “I know you liked it when I licked you earlier. You are so delicious.” Flushing, she tries to twist away from his knowing smile. “And you liked it when I put my tongue inside here.” He taps her entrance with a fingertip, watching her squirm, her cheeks glowing.
She tries to push his wrist away but he stops her with a kiss. “I want to know what my girlfriend likes.” Ichigo tells her between light kisses. “And I want you to fall asleep with me inside you.”
“Aren’t you tired?” Rukia bites back a yawn.
“Mmm. You are.” He tells her, pulling her into his arms again. “I’ll finger you to sleep, scary woman.”
She tries to make a face but the pleasure builds slowly, and she isn’t sure if she can open her eyes again. “Sleep.” He rumbles in her ear, bringing her to a slow orgasm until she passes out.

Then, he closes his eyes, wrapping himself around her again.
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