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Comfort in Trysts	By : Enelya87 Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 6659 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Comfort in Trysts
- 1
“I’m sorry about this,” Uryuu repeated for the umpteenth time as he hugged his wife.
Orihime smiled sadly as she returned his hug, patting him on the back - a familiar ritual done in the middle of the hustle and bustle of the same airport many times before. “It can’t be helped. This is an opportunity of a lifetime.” It always was.
“I know. I know.” He released her and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Thank you for being so supportive.”
She smiled so brightly, her face hurt. It was either that or kick him. What choice did she have, other than to be supportive? Every time some trip came along, he jumped on board with barely a word to her. And none of those words were ever any that were genuinely consultive in nature.
Orihime really had no one to blame but herself, though. Uryuu had graduated a doctor and even practiced for a few years. But he wasn’t happy. He was simply trying to follow in his father’s footsteps, whether he’d ever admit that or not. She’d always known his true passion was fashion, and felt guilty and wrong that she was working towards a career that involved one of her passions, and he was stuck in something he didn’t fit in. And so she had encouraged and pushed and prodded until he finally took a risk and went for it.
From practically the moment he jumped into the world of fashion, Orihime lost her husband. It was a fast-paced, bustling, and soul-consuming career. She would come close to wishing that he was still a doctor, but then she’d remember how he looked back then and how he looked now...
Orhime squeezed back the tears as she waved to him after passing through the final security check. He would swear that once he became really successful, they would have more time together and be able to start a family. But she knew that wasn’t the case. He was moderately successful now, and each new stride forward that he made would pull him further away from her.
She at once hated fashion for taking her husband and, maybe more importantly, her dear friend away from her, and was grateful for the life and passion and fulfillment that she saw it gave to him.
It was an ugly mess of swirling, conflicting emotions that she rarely had the time or energy to dwell on or muck through. Orihime was deeply thankful for her little bakery that took her mind off things and filled her days with something she loved.
She stepped into their apartment and tossed the keys onto the hall table and kicked off her shoes. The new shop they were working on opening across town was a welcome distraction from the emptiness of this place for the next three months.
It was a terrible thought, but she’d resigned herself to the loss of Ishida Uryuu. She gone through a long and gradual period of grief and acceptance. Now what she longed for was this place to be filled with sounds other than herself and humming electronics. A companion to do things and go places with. A warm body to snuggle with. She’d been alone for so long before she married Uryuu and had been over the moon the first few years of marriage because she was so deliciously un-alone.
And yet here she was again, just like when she was a teenager, in her pajamas, alone in a big empty apartment.
Orihime plopped on the couch in front of the television with a quick dinner of ramen cup drizzled with spicy sauce and some sake to wash it down. She certainly wasn’t in the mood to cook yet another dinner for herself, and herself alone.
After about an hour of TV and probably too much sake, she shut the box off and slumped down further into the couch, putting her feet up on the coffee table, enjoying the relaxing warm buzzing of the alcohol effect.
Last night slipped into her lazy brain. Her last night with Uryuu, or any man for that matter, for at least three months. Probably longer, based on past trips.
Uryuu had been a little distracted because he was so nervous and excited about his trip to...wherever it was. Orihime couldn’t be held accountable to where he went or why anymore. And it could have just been her renewed feelings of insecurity, but it felt like he was doing an obligation. Anyway, it had been better than nothing. Which was close to what she got even when he was in town.
They’d stumbled into their bedroom, tipsy off the wine bottle they’d shared, and fumbled around getting each other’s clothes off. And it was basically over almost as soon as it began. Oh, she came, albeit a small, surface orgasm, but there wasn’t much more to it than that.
Orihime’s mind drifted to the first couple of years they were married. She was naturally curious and experimental, so they had tried just about every way of giving each other pleasure that they heard of. Making love was always an event full of pleasure and adventure and exploration. And after that, the main thing in the bedroom was that they knew each other well and knew what buttons to push. Their sessions were typically intense and intimate.
She felt herself getting wet as the memories came back to her. The ways Uryuu’s mouth used to drive her insane all over her body. Orihime’s legs fell open and she slipped her hand down into her panties, going straight for her core. Her teeth dug into her bottom lip as her fingers rubbed circles on her sensitive clit. She let her head fall back against the couch as her other hand gripped and massaged a breast through her shirt.
Her heavy breathing was nearly drowned out by the blood pounding in her ears as she drew closer and closer...
And then the doorbell rang. The sound sliced through the heavy air and sent her hand flying out of her pants.
“Who in the world...”
Orihime grabbed a tissue and quickly wiped her damp hand, tossing it to the nearest trash as she raced to the door.
“Coming!” She winced at her word choice. Whoever was there was solely responsible for the agitated, unfulfilled heat and uncomfortable wetness she had to try to ignore. Irritated, she put her eye up to the peephole and saw a shock of silver hair. “O-Otou-san!”
Orihime quickly opened the door to her father-in-law, Ishida Ryuuken, standing there with plastic bags and wearing his usual stoic expression and light-colored suit. Off-white, this time, with a matching tie dotted with tiny light blue diamonds and a crisp white shirt. “Orihime,” he shortly greeted. His eyes flicked over her outfit and Orihime felt herself blush in slight embarrassment at her very casual outfit of a large grey t-shirt and pale yellow pajamas covered in little white geese. “Ah!” And she just realized she wasn’t wearing a bra. She gripped the front of her shirt before hurriedly inviting him in and excusing herself to go grab her robe and wash her hands.
When she returned, he’d taken off his jacket, rolled up the sleeves of his white button-down, and was setting containers and packages out on the kitchen counters.
“Ano...”
He raised his head and looked at her with that steel gaze of blue behind his glasses that always made her squirm a little.
“Please excuse the sudden intrusion. A patient gave me more food than I could eat before it expires, and since you will be alone and busy with the new branch, I brought most of it over.”
“O-Oh, I see.” She watched with wide eyes at all the food. Orihime smiled, feeling quite touched that he would remember and think of her. “Thank you very much. You must have saved this person’s life!”
She heard a small snort come from Ryuuken. “It was a minor cyst removal.”
“But then why-”
“I understand she wishes to remarry and believes her culinary skills to be the key to that goal.”
“Oh... Oh!” Orihime stared at him in amazement. Ryuuken getting married. She’d never even considered such a thing for him. He always seemed so cold and aloof, she actually found it difficult to see how he had a son in the first place. However, he was a rather attractive mature man who kept himself healthy. Plus, he had a stable, prestigious career. Once she started thinking about it, this sort of thing probably happened to him often. “Are you interested?”
“Definitely not.”
“Hm, that’s too bad. And after all the work she put in.... It smells like she’s an amazing cook.”
“I don’t wish to marry anyone, culinarily proficient or not.”
Orihime nodded. “I see.”
Silence stretched as Ryuken worked and Orihime watched, since the kitchen was too small for two people to work in. She was rarely alone with her father-in-law, and certainly had never dined alone with him. His relationship with his son was not the greatest, and really neither was hers with her husband at the moment, so she was at a loss at what to say. Plus the moist, heated tingling between her legs would not cease and was very distracting. She shifted her thighs and tightly laced her fingers in front of her.
It must be the sake keeping even her father-in-law visiting from being a bucket of cold water on her arousal.
“I forgot to ask if you have eaten yet.”
Her head snapped up, cheeks red, considering what and where she’d just been thinking about not two feet from her father-in-law. “A-Ano, just a bit of ramen. It wasn’t exactly filling or healthy.”
Ryuuken simply nodded and went back to work, occasionally asking her where a dish or utensil was and placing rice and sides into little dishes. She helped him bring everything to the table, setting things neatly.
When he came in with a bottle of sake and cups, Orihime almost said something, but stopped, realizing that the sake from earlier was already wearing off, plus she could certainly use more of it this evening if she was going to share dinner with her very distant father-in-law.

“Itadakimasu!”
Orihime first went for the marinated vegetables. “Mm! This is delicious!”
Ryuuken nodded with a low sound of agreement.
She quietly ate for a few minutes glancing at him every frequently.
“Is there something you wish to ask, Orihime?”
She felt heat shoot to her cheeks. “Gomen. Actually, I was just wondering... You don’t have to answer, of course! But...why don’t you want to get married again?”
He stopped eating and looked at her with his narrow eyes. Orihime felt herself gulp at the intensity. Maybe she shouldn’t have asked...
“I should amend my previous statement. It’s not that I have no desire to remarry, but it is more that it is not a priority in my life in any way. I have met no one thus far whom I have had the slightest interest in. Moreover, I detest the wiles of some women who try to manipulate me into a penguin suit in front of an alter through my stomach or otherwise.”
Orihime blinked. There was forcefulness and frustration that she hadn’t quite expected in his answer. “I see.” No one in all this time that he had been interested in. “Not even any girlfriends?”
His chopsticks paused midway in their path to his mouth as he looked at her with raised eyebrows.
“G-Gomen! That was nosy.”
Ryuuken sent the bite of food on its way and chewed thoughtfully before swallowing. “I have had female companions from time to time, yes.”
Female companions. She supposed that was his way of saying “girlfriends”, but it sure did sound like something else altogether... Orihime remained silent as she continued to eat. Ryuuken with a girlfriend was a difficult thing to imagine. An image popped into her head of Ryuuken in casual attire, sprawled out in the grass, giggling with a woman sprawled out next to him.
Orihime coughed to cover the spurt of laughter that nearly burst out, downing a cup of sake. Ishida Ryuuken giggling with a woman. Impossible.
For some reason she found herself terribly curious about what her father-in-law looked like in a relationship with one of his “female companions”. If they didn’t giggle and weren’t lovey-dovey or any of the normal things she associated with dating. What did they do?
A completely different image involuntarily popped into her head. Ryuuken and the woman were still in the grass, but she was on her back with her clothes scrunched up, revealing key body parts. He was hovered above her, shirtless, his pants loose and falling halfway down his naked bum. Ryuuken’s hands were planted on either side of her head, his back muscles shifting and sweaty as he moved his hips with hers.
Orihime choked on the rice that was in her mouth as her face went up in flames and grabbed for her refilled cup of sake.
“Are you all right, Orihime?”
She looked up at him, her hand covering her mouth, and felt her face turn an even deeper shade of red. What had she just been imagining across the table from her father-in-law?! She swore her wild imagination would be the death of her.
Orihime waved her hand reassuringly as she cleared her throat and refilled her cup. After she downed that, she felt much better. “A piece of rice went down the wrong pipe.”
“Hmm.”
Thankfully, the rest of meal went smoothly and uneventfully as Orihime asked no more probing questions which would set her imagination off into insane territories. She decided too much sake and lack of sexual satisfaction was making her go off the deep end. Her father-in-law was a rather attractive man, but he was her father-in-law.
After the dinner things were cleared, Orihime fished around in her freezer.
“Otou-san, I’m having some ice cream, would you like some?”
He surprised her by answering, “Yes, I would. Thank you.”
She hadn’t even been sure if he liked sweet things, much less ice cream. Orihime smiled slightly to herself as she got her little glass bowls. At least she was learning a little more about Ishida Ryuuken, despite the slight awkwardness of the atmosphere.
Momentarily, they took their seats in the living room, her in the couch and him in a chair nearby. Orihime quietly ate her ice cream, enjoying the cool sweetness, when Ryuuken suddenly asked a probing question of his own. Her eyes widened as he started speaking with hesitancy, something she’d never heard in her life.
“Uh, Orihime... about my son...”
“Yes?”
He cleared his throat. “I...I don’t keep in close contact, as you know, but I understand he takes these long trips often.”
Orihime’s eyes lowered to her bowl, slowly stirring the melting lump with her spoon. “Oh... Well, not too often. And they’re not too long. Not really. He’s always back before I know it. And they’re all very important trips. Once in a lifetime... All of them... A-And really, Otou-san, you don’t have to worry.”
Okay, so he hadn’t asked all that, but the slight hesitancy and the concern she heard in his voice was enough to start her mouth babbling while her hands gripped the cold glass bowl.
“You’d be so proud of how well he’s doing, Otou-san. All these trips he gets asked on. And he’s so excited about it all. And...and...” Suddenly she felt the couch cushion beside her give and the ice cream bowl being gently taken out of her hands. She noticed her cheeks felt wet. Why was that?
“Orihime... On behalf of my foolish son, I apologize.”
“O-Otou-san...y-you...” It was on the tip of her tongue to say that he didn’t need to apologize, that there wasn’t anything to apologize for. But she just couldn’t get the words out. She did want the apology. She wanted an apology from anyone. Sympathy from anyone. And there were things to apologize for. She was tired of playing martyr for her husband and his newfound love affair with his career. She was tired of making excuses for him, of acting supportive. Tired of pushing down doubts of her husband’s fidelity during all the stretches of time that she was without him. Tired of stamping out her own moments of temptation and dealing with the resulting guilt and emptiness. Tired of getting more pleasure from her fingers than from her own husband.
Just sick and tired of it all. And so hurt. So damn hurt by the whole messy thing.
She realized she was crying full out now, and at some point she’d managed to press herself to Ryuuken’s chest, her face buried in his shoulder. Orihime had a fleeting moment of embarrassment, but it was so warm and his arms were going around her, his hands patting her back. She simply let the sake and her grief and his warmth overwhelm and melt her.

Ryuuken scowled behind his glasses as he awkwardly patted the poor woman’s trembling back. That foolish son. He had been against the career change from the beginning and had blamed his new daughter-in-law for years. But he first noticed the successes Uryuu began to have and then saw the changes in his son for the better. He eventually had to admit that his daughter-in-law had been right in encouraging Uryuu to pursue his own path.
But at what cost?
He didn’t understand what his son was thinking. Ryuuken was proud of his son’s determination and ambition, but also ashamed that he would neglect his wife and practically sacrifice her at the alter of his career. A woman who was sweet and unique and admittedly above Uryuu’s league. Bitterly, he realized and admitted “like father, like son” was unfortunately at play here. Ryuuken had been concerned about the frequent absences and had finally decided it was his uncomfortable responsibility to make sure his daughter-in-law was all right.
Clearly, she was not.
And Ryuuken had not the foggiest idea what to do about it besides sit here and pat her back.
Should he speak with Uryuu? But would Uryuu listen? And Orihime would probably not appreciate him telling him anything that she obviously had not meant to let out.
He blinked in surprise when Orihime wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself closer and burying herself deeper. Ryuuken swallowed as he tried not to be aware of certain curves of her body, reminding himself that this was the wife of his son. Was supposed to be a daughter to him in all but blood.
He’d told her he had female companions, but because of his picky nature, they were few and far between. And the current “far between” had been quite a long stretch. Not that that had anything at all to do with comforting his heartbroken daughter-in-law.
But Ryuuken was starting to feel overly warm. Orihime’s warm body pressing against his plus the few cups of sake was not a good combo. Her head shifted and he could feel her warm breath in short, shaky spurts on his neck. Ryuuken’s brain was turning into a swirling haze, and he knew that was an indication that he needed to change the situation before a certain organ of his woke up and realized what was going on.
Just when he was about to move his hands to gently push her away, she sniffled, and he lost the heart. Ryuuken winced when she took in shuddering breaths that caused her breasts to rub up and down his chest. Her robe had loosened and fallen open in her distress and as he’d noticed earlier, there was no bra between the thin t-shirt fabric and her skin. Thankfully, the room wasn’t exactly bright and in her current state, surely she wouldn’t notice the center of his groin had formed a small hill.
It was getting more and more difficult to remember that this beautiful, sad woman was not just any beautiful, sad woman, but his son’s. Kami-sama, what was wrong with him? He wasn’t a boy who got a boner from simply hugging a woman. And said woman was crying over her absent husband. Ryuuken nearly blushed at the indignity of it all.
Orihime slowly lifted her head off his shoulder and slightly pushed away from him, her hands on his shoulders. Ryuuken was relieved, but also acutely felt the loss. He forced his arms to drop to his side, although one of his hands decided it would rather linger on her arm for a few moments longer.
She sniffed again and he reached out to the table beside him to grab a couple of tissues and handed them to her.
“Thank you,” she whispered hoarsely and turned to the side to blow her nose and dry her eyes. Facing him again, she looked extremely embarrassed and unsure. “G-Gomen... I didn’t mean to do that. I just... Sumimasen... The sake... it-”
Orihime stopped when Ryuuken squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. “There is no need to apologize. I should be the one to...”
He trailed off as she slowly shook her head, both reaching the end of where they could apologize for or because of the person common to them. They sat facing each other on the couch in silence for a few moments, Orihime’s head bowed, clutching the tissues in her lap, Ryuuken’s hand still on her shoulder.
“Hiccup!”
Ryuuken jumped at the sudden sound. Orihime’s hand flew to clamp over her mouth as she looked up at him with wide eyes, her cheeks turning red. Then her father-in-law did something she hadn’t heard him do in all the years she’d known him. He chuckled.
Her hand slowly dropped from her mouth and her lips parted as she looked at him in astonishment. The corners of his eyes crinkled and his mouth curved up slightly at the ends. It was a short, deep chuckle, but it nearly transformed his whole face. She wasn’t sure, but she thought her heart skipped a beat.
As she was staring at him with wide eyes, she realized his face had slowly been undergoing a different change. His mouth had resumed it’s normal downward curve and his eyes grew dark and serious behind his glasses. The hand that had felt so warm and comforting tightened it’s grip slightly. Orihime felt her heart pick up it’s pace as the atmosphere in the room changed decidedly.
She felt frozen and at the same her body felt warm and buzzy, as if she’d drunken even more sake. Nervously, she licked her dry lips and then Ryuuken seemed to be moving towards her. Or was she moving towards him? Orihime wasn’t sure of anything except that she really, really wanted to close the space between them again.
His arms were around her and she was being pulled back into his body. As his face drew closer to hers, her mind went blank. Her body, however, was fully awake and alive, and when Ryuuken’s head tilted and his lips finally, finally pressed against hers, she melted against him. His mouth shifted and sucked gently on her bottom lip and her arms went back around his neck. His tongue tentatively met hers and her body arched and molded into his.
All of a sudden Ryuuken tore his mouth from hers, and to her hazy dismay, her face drew closer as if to follow him. She realized and stopped, pulling back.
She watched him lick his lips and it was all she could do not to push him down on the couch and ravage him.
He cleared his throat. “Orihime, this... We can’t.”
Orihime felt herself nod, because she supposed that was the correct response. Although she didn’t feel it. She couldn’t seem to drudge up any care of what was right or wrong in this situation. She just wanted to kiss his handsome face. Run her fingers through his white hair. Wrap her body around him. Do things to him that made her wet at the very thought.
She wasn’t sure where it came from, but right now, she wanted Ishida Ryuuken. She wanted to be that imaginary woman in the park, writhing underneath him. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d ever wanted anything so badly. Orihime decided she’d finally gone mad, but she didn’t want to stop. She’d pack for the funny farm first thing in the morning, right after... after...
Her eyes fell from his face, from the expression that was fighting to regain its stoicism, to his clenching neck muscles, down to his conservative tie with its perfect little blue diamonds. She wanted to slip her fingers into that tight knot and loosen the fabric and rein him towards her and down to the floor.
As her eyes raked over his body, she spotted the stiff mound at his crotch. If that kiss wasn’t any indication, that certainly was. Orihime was not alone in this crazy desire.
Ryuuken had been trying to say something amidst multiple coughs and throat clearings, she couldn’t tell what over the blood pounding in her ears, but he stopped when she supposed she had been staring at his pants a little too long.
Orihime would wonder later what had come over her, but all of a sudden she felt seductive. She felt like she wanted to play the part of one of his “female companions”. And so she slowly looked up at him beneath hooded eyelids. If she’d remembered that she was wearing a faded pink robe, an over-sized t-shirt, and childish pajama bottoms with geese on them, she may have thought twice about acting seductive, but she didn’t and he didn’t seem to notice. So she proceeded.
Her hand reached out and gently picked up the end of his tie in her fingers. She reached with the other one and touched the fabric above her other hand. And like so, one over the other, until she was pulling him towards her by his tie. When his face was inches from hers, she loosened the knot, the swishing fabric distinct and loud in the tension filled silence, and began to unbutton his shirt. The first button she slid out slowly, but with each button, her movements got more hurried. Probably due to his hot breath on her face and the growing urgency between her legs.
Orihime shivered as she pushed the flaps of his shirt to the side, uncovering this mysterious, straight-laced man, and grazed her fingers all down his torso, the tips bumping along his muscles. His skin became covered in goosebumps under her featherlight touch and his chest moved quicker and deeper.
Ryuuken was trying to tell himself to put a stop to this insanity, but he couldn’t even do that, much less say anything to the woman in front of him who was looking at him like she wanted to devour him. Her hands came to a rest on his chest, palms flat. He knew she could feel his heart nearly pounding out of his chest.
Everything seemed to be happening so fast, yet slowly and hazily, all at the same time. He felt intoxicated by her, and he was finding it impossible to regain control. Orihime was pushing his shirt and tie off his shoulders and running her hands along his arms, and then she swung her leg around so that she straddled him, pushing his shoulders back till he was against the couch.
Almost as if they belonged to someone else, he watched his hands slide beneath the shoulders of her robe and push it down, letting it fall to the floor. He felt along her arms, this time, down to her hips where he grasped her. His eyes snapped to her face when she sharply drew in her breath. Her bottom lip was tucked between her teeth. Her eyes were wide and hungry, hesitant, wild, and unsure all at the same time.
Ryuuken’s hands moved round to cup the soft, plentiful flesh of her backside and gently squeezed. At first, her resulting moan nearly jerked him out of this warm, hazy world, but then his hands decided they wanted to squeeze one more time and a little firmer, and her soft, drawn out moan lulled him back in and deeper than before.
Their lips met again, soft and then harder, pressing and sucking and exploring. Orihime was against his chest again, her arms wrapped around his bare back. Ryuuken’s hands slid up from her hips to slowly stroke her sides, inching closer to her breasts each time. When his thumbs reached the underside of her breasts, he let them linger there, massaging tiny circles through the t-shirt. Orihime sighed into the kiss and arched her back.
Encouraged, he fully cupped her breasts in his hands, gently squeezing and running his fingers over the hard nipples that had been distracting him since he’d walked in. Orihime made a tiny noise that sounded frustrated and pulled away from his mouth.
With a heart both sinking and relieved, Ryuuken thought, as best he could when his most of his brain cells had decided to take a trip south, that she had finally realized what they were doing and that they should sto-
Oh. Or not. Orihime had whipped off her t-shirt and let it fall to the floor. Her face was flushed red, but she grabbed his hands and slid them up her stomach and over her breasts. It was his turn to groan as his hands molded around the warm, generous globes and her soft, naked flesh.
All other thoughts permanently flew from his addled brain except for this beautiful, sexy, warm woman whom he desperately wanted to make love to. He would start by leaning forward and capturing her lips again as he caressed her. Ryuuken mumbled something, he wasn’t sure what, against her lips before making a trail with his mouth, along her jawline and down her neck, pausing to nip at her delicate collarbone before descending to her breast.
She was taking deeper breaths and her chest moved steadily, gradually picking up pace as he slowly, slowly nipped and licked and kissed his way to the hard, pink little nub at the center. He engulfed it in one, soft bite, immediately sucking it hard into his mouth.
“Oh!” Orihime’s hands flew to his head and her fingers gripped his hair, gently but firmly pulling him closer to her chest. He kissed his way across her chest to do the same to the other breast, pulling a little harder, moving a little faster.
Orihime felt like heaven and hell all at once. Niggling at the back of her mind was the tiny thought that this was all very wrong, but she really couldn’t pay much attention to that when a hot mouth was practically dining on her breasts. Or when long, smooth hands were gliding down her back to slip underneath the elastic waistband of her pants, completely ignoring her panties and sliding under them too. And definitely not when his hands gripped her naked ass, pulling her towards him until her crotch bumped against his erection.
They moaned in unison as her body automatically responded and ground up against him.
Enough of this.
“R-Ryuuken... Please... Please, stop.”
Ryuuken snapped his head back from her chest and his hands flew out of her pants as he looked up at her in confusion. The sudden response made Orihime smile a little and she pushed one side of his hair back, tucking it behind his ear. Of course he would be the kind of respectable gentleman that stopped the moment a woman put on the brakes.
But that’s not at all what she meant.
She moved off his lap to stand in front of him. Ryuuken’s eyes fell to the floor and she watched him start to attempt to regain his composure once again. She would have none of that. Orihime quickly pushed her sweatpants and panties over her hips, letting them fall to the ground. Ryuuken stared in shock and amazement at her complete nakedness.
“Please stop teasing me, Ryuuken.”
There was a beat of stillness, and then he stood up and grabbed her, wrapping one arm around her back and the other underneath her bottom, lifting her feet off the ground.
“Wrap your legs around me.”
Orihime shuddered at the deep tone in his voice and did as he asked, causing her wet center to press against his lower stomach. She bit her lip and buried her face in his neck as he started to walk towards her bedroom, trying to keep herself from grinding on his stomach.
But that resolve only lasted about a second as the movement made her bump against him and her body decided to act on its own, undulating against his torso. Her hand moved between them and stroked his arousal that had grown and hardened even more.
Ryuuken made a strangled sound in her ear and stumbled. Orihime briefly noticed that they’d stopped and he’d been brought down on one knee. They weren’t even out of the living room, but that was fine by her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, deeply exploring his mouth, enticing him, pulling him down to the floor.
He let out a surrendering groan as his tongue met hers and laid her down gently. Quickly, Orihime grabbed his belt buckle, slipping it free, and then finished undoing his pants, pushing down them and his boxers halfway down his hips. She firmly grasped his bum and pulled him towards her as she let her legs fall wide open.
“Ngh, Orihime!”
Orihime’s eyes flew open and her breath was sucked in sharply as the naked skin of his sex rubbed the full length of hers. It was so hot, so hard. He was going to melt her.
Ryuuken couldn’t stop his hips from undulating against her warmth. He watched her eyes roll back into her head and felt her grip tightening on his ass. He put his weight on one elbow and firmly massaged one of her breasts with the other. She was biting her bottom lip again, her hips starting to roll against his.
His body didn’t even pause as it shifted to press his tip at her entrance. Her hips rose off the ground to meet him so he didn’t even have a second to think before he was inside her, engulfed by her.
A loud grunt and an exclamation and he nearly fell on her. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, trying to concentrate, trying not to cum inside her the moment he entered her. One would think he was a virgin the way he was acting. He couldn’t explain it. All he knew is he needed a moment to regain an iota of control.
He felt her hands travel up his back, hugging him closely to her. She turned her head and pressed her lips to his ear, then took his ear lobe gently between her teeth.
Ryuuken nearly exploded again. But somehow, he found the strength and control to move. He groaned with the first thrust and nearly lost it again, but her nails dug into his back and he was able to get a grip and move steadily inside of her. It was insane, but at that moment, he felt as if it had never felt so good inside of a woman before.
Orihime felt that all she could do was hang on as he moved. Her legs wrapped around him again, allowing him to fill her even deeper. She watched his dark figure moving above her before pulling him closer so that she could feel him moving against her entire body.
The sounds of sex, the wet noises, the heavy breathing, and the moans, filled the room. Orhime felt like she was hearing and feeling everything in a dense fog. Aware and yet not completely aware what was going on, but not really caring. Simply reveling in the fact that it was going on.
As the man above and in her picked up the pace, she heard sounds coming from her mouth that she’d never heard. Cries of pleasure that she would have blushed at except she was too busy gripping his back with her arms and legs and moving her hips against his, feeling unspeakable heat and pleasure.
She was climbing so fast. Orihime was eager to get there but didn’t want it to stop. Her body decided it definitely wanted to quickly get there as it writhed and rolled underneath his, seeking release.
Ryuuken’s head curled down to capture a dark pink nipple and Orihime’s head fell back with a cry, pushing her breasts up high. A hot, electric wave crashed over her, moving all through her body, but he was still moving in her. Faster and faster. His long fingers slipped between their bodies and found the sensitive nub, stroking it in firm circles. Just a few moments later, she felt another wave grip her and shake her to her core. Her body was trembling when she heard him let out a final grunting moan, felt his body stiffen and tremble above her and warm, thick liquid release inside her.
He fell on top of her and she welcomed the warm heaviness of him holding down her own still trembling body. His heavy breathing against her neck felt comforting. She felt so incredibly warm and satisfied and a little bit delirious. And despite a dim awareness that there were serious things that needed to be thought about, Orihime couldn’t help feeling completely relaxed and so very sleepy.
Ryuuken was slowly attempting to recover from one of the most explosive orgasms of his life. It should be embarrassing with his age and experience, but it was still a fact and he didn’t particularly feel anything except a deep satisfaction and a comforting warmth that filled his core.
He realized with a start that he was probably crushing the woman underneath him and lifted off her. She simply looked at him with a small, satisfied smile and droopy eyes. The vague thought came to him that he should get her off the floor and on to a soft bed.
After managing to kick off the pants he’d never completely removed and picking the limp woman up, he made his way to her bedroom. He was feeling quite sleepy himself as he barely was able to pull back the covers and gently put her down. Orihime’s arms sleepily reached out to him, and he found himself sliding in next to her and pulling the covers up, wrapping his arms around her.
There was a small niggling thought at the back of his mind. But it was so small, that he didn’t even know what it was. Nor did he care as he was lulled into a deep sleep.
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