... cup her warm, and moist womanhood. Fuck, what was he trying to do to her?!
“Ichigo!” She gasped, his hand moving against her, rubbing the sensitive clit of hers to an almost unbearable tingling. “Please, please, please… uunh.” She moaned louder, arching her back. A smirk lit up his face, and she was too busy tilting her head back to notice. His lips moved up her chest, and her neck to her ear where his breath was hot and only added to the moment.
“You’re so wet, Yoruichi…” Ichigo grinned, nibbling on her ear lobe before inhaling the scent that was purely hers. A mixture of cherry blossoms and an exotic vanilla. There was a hint of sandalwood. And the smell was so sweet and intoxicating. His fingers spread her folds, causing her to buck and moan. He allowed his middle finger to trace up and down her slit. “You seem to like it when I touch you this way…” His voice trailed, in that way she hated. Hated it because of what it did to her. The more his hand moved, the more built up she got. Her orgasm was soon to come if he didn’t stop. “You seem to enjoy it even more when I’m using my tongue.”
The bold words caused her to gasp. Who...