...iful face. As he entered her slowly, feeling every inch of her sheathe contract with pleasure, he felt such peace. Never before had he felt so complete...so loved. The pleasure becoming too intense for his leisurely pace, Ichigo ran his hand down her thigh, behind her knee, as he began sliding faster, deeper, and harder into her willing body. His mouth went unerringly to her breasts as his skillful tongue worked its magic on her. "AAAAhhhhh...Ichigo," Rukia screamed as her orgasm tore through her.
As he felt her walls clamp around his rigid length, Ichigo squeezed his eyes tightly shut in an effort to gain control over his unruly body. It was deeply ingrained in him that a woman should experience more than one orgasm during sex, therefore letting his passion have free reign was difficult to do...Once a whore, always a whore, he supposed. She just wouldn't stop milking his cock and it was making him a little insane.
When he opened his eyes to tell her to stop moving, Rukia was gone and in her place was Yoruichi. "What the...? Why the hell are you here?" Ichigo yelled in outrage. Yoruichi only smiled her oddly cat-like grin as she rolled her hips, taking him deeper inside. Ichigo hissed at the pleasure it brought him but tried to extricate himself from her grasp. He didn't want this...he didn't want her. He almost pulled all the ...