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Salvation	By : Mirrors1984 Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 13169 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Warning: Some sort of near 'butt-fingering'. I know it sounds weird, but I thought I should warn you!
Chapter 13
Was is pity or actual desire that pushed Tatsuki to accept him? Ichigo was so lost in his own lack of pride that for a moment he had started to think that she only offered herself out of sympathy; perhaps in a attempt to keep him from sinking lower in self-degradation. These thoughts tore him between what was wrong and what was seen as the right thing to do. His body wanted her, but what was the price of giving in? Their friendship...? His secret pain that she saw and knew so well?
Like always he didn't know what to do as they walked in the sidewalk, not far from her house. She had looked so determined, yet so nervous when she had told him that they should go to her house. Over the years, Tatsuki had proven to be sometimes far too selfless though she hid it behind a no-nonsense exterior. Even when the problems with Orihime had risen, she had confronted him, endangering their own friendship and had chosen her side.
She was loyal and it was that loyalty that made him doubt what she truly wished. He desperately wanted to believe that she wanted him as he did her. In fact, he still didn't know if it was just physical desire or something of a more emotional level that made her so fascinating to him. Maybe it was both. He did find her attractive and knowing her for so long had what they were planning on doing seem more meaningful with the heavy intimacy that he usually feared experiencing. With her that intimacy wasn't as frightening. It was accepted willingly thanks to the pleasure that took away his pain.
"No one is home," hearing her murmur more to herself as she unlocked the front door of her house, heat crawled on his cheeks. He was feeling shy again. Ever since he had begun to see sex as a humorless game, only she could make him feel as timid as he used to be in spite of having far more experience.
With the door finally opened, she silently stepped into the darknened house and he let his feet, that apparently knew what to do without him telling them, guide him to the inside. They took off their shoes quietly and the nervousness he already had inside him seemed to escalate in the silence. It made what they were about to do look more secretive. Though there was no one in the house, the way they did something as take off their shoes so carefully, gave it a feeling of forbiddeness.
First time my house, second time her house.
It was probably because it was her house this time around. He didn't know when someone could burst in and catch them in the act.
"Ah, Tatsuki...?" he began unsurely and his damned cheeks flamed when she looked at him in questioning. "Are you sure your parents won't come in?" It felt stupid to ask that like some naughty high school kid, but he had to know.
"My mom said something about visiting my aunt who's sick, so she might stay the night there and Dad is out with his buddies from work...," as if uncomfortable for admitting that, she trailed off, her eyes looking at the flight of stairs that led to the second floor.
Are you sure you want to do this? That was what he should have asked but feared the answer. His body was already reacting by just having her alone with him. Eyeing her through hooded eyes, he tried not to wince as his sex flexed in anticipation. It wasn't completely hard, but from how it heated, he would definitely be painfully erect by the time they reached her room.
"Shouldn't we...," he gulped at hearing his voice oddly deepened, "go up to your room?" If they didn't go up there quickly, he might do something stupid. He knew that she had been a virgin, regarless of having no hymen and that alone spoke for itself. He had to be careful how he did things with her in order to not frighten her. It would have to done slowly until she herself demanded things more roughly done. Usually he didn't hold back; he never really had to...
"Ah, yeah." Shooting him an embarassed glance, she added lowly, "But I'll need to shower first... since I went to practice and all."
Goddamn it! Stay down! His whole body stiffened as the rapidly hardening thing between his legs gave a hard pumping jerk at the thought of her showering. Feeling his mouth going dry at the idea, he closed his eyes, embarassed over how he wanted...
"Do you want me to join you?"
Her gasp of shock had him wishing he had kept his stupid mouth shut.
I shouldn't have asked that! What the fuck was I thinking?! It was like he couldn't control both his body and mind.
"Ichigo, I..."
"You don't have to say yes, it's just that I...," the manipulator in him rose out with a vengeance, "I probably need one too." It was a lie. He had showered in the early morning hours after walking endlessly, working himself into a sweat. With his bad luck, she'd tell him that he'd have to wait till she was finished. He didn't know how he would react if she told him something like that. It he kept thinking about helping her bathe, he would finish in his pants.
Making himself breathe steadily, he slowly opened his eyes to look at her red face.
She's going to say no. If only she would say something! His balls kept tensing as seconds passed by and he just knew that the front of his pants were being pushed up. It felt as if his clothes were too damned tight and the cloth of his boxers kept rubbing against the tip of his cock.
"I suppose you are saying this because... you want to shower with me?"
A smile played on his lips that he was sure came off as a smirk.
"Yeah, but you don't have to do it if you're too uncomfortable."
Do it! He hated how his mind shouted that. Seeing how her eyes subtly looked down at the obvious tent his cock had formed in his pants, he groaned unable to help himself. Just the fact that she could see it excited him.
She licked her lips before shyly looking into his eyes.
"I'm okay with it. It's just that I've never showered with anyone like that," her tone was firm, but the bright blush on her face spoke of how reserved she truly was.
Good, because I would be mad if you had done that with someone else. Wincing inwardly at that, he smiled at her to hide what he had just thought and for some reason her blush seemed to heighten.
Blinking, her chest rose and fell in a deep breath as she looked away from him as if unnerved by the smile of his lips.
"Tatsuki... you know that you don't have to do it if you don't want to...," he was still willing to let her escape if she so wanted it even if it killed him.
"It's... It's not that, Ichigo. I'm having a hard time seeing you this way, that's all."
He frowned and wished that she was looking at him while speaking because with her eyes staring hard at the stairs, he couldn't even begin to guess what she was thinking.
"Seeing me 'what' way?" waiting for an answer, hopefully a positive one, he held his breath.
"Let's just go upstairs," without glancing his way, she headed to the stairs.
She thinks that I'm going to just give up that easily?
She didn't say anything when he followed her up the stairs, though when she reached the half open bathroom door in the end of the hall, she paused and looked at him over her shoulder as if to see if he was behind her. Her eyes widened slightly and in some way it annoyed him that she would be surprised at having him still ready to go for it.
"I still need to get clean, Tatsuki," hopefully his whispered words will snap her out of it. All it did was make her more nervous.
Damn it! He hadn't thought about it before, but literally everything that had left his mouth since going inside her house had some sexual hint behind it. How come he hadn't noticed that? Her eyes once more glanced down at the jutting erection that hadn't lost any of it's stiffness on the way there.
"Are you sure you want to just get clean or do you want to have sex with me in there?" she completely turned to face him, her back to the slightly open door that hid the room that kept giving him ideas.
His lips parted when her eyes directly met his. They weren't accusatory, but they definitely were sharp enough to not give him any means of escape. She wanted an honest answer and wasn't going to back down until he gave it to her.
"I want both," he told her truthfully. There was no use in lying to her. She had known from back at the gym that they would have sex again at her house. What was the big deal about exchanging a bed with a shower? If she wanted to bathe alone, where would that leave him...? Half crazy in her room thinking of the innocently dirty things she could be doing while cleansing herslef. He'd go insane before even having her.
Studying his face, what Tatsuki did next shocked him.
Both of her hands craddled the sides of his face and though there was some uncertaintity in her eyes, she wasn't backing down. Since he was at least a foot taller than her, she pulled him down to her rather forcefully. When her lips met his crushingly, he moaned in his throat. Her lips didn't move, showing inexperience and so to help her, he wrapped his arms around her to run his hands down her back soothingly.
Wanting to show her something new, he tilted his head so that his lips would move over hers. Letting his hands reach her ass, he gently squeezed her to make her hips press against him. His erection jerked which had her gasping in surprise since she was so tight against it.
Good... just relax...
Her gasp had opened her mouth enough for him to draw her lower lip into a light suck. She began to tremble as he suckled her hotly. Even the hands holding his face in place were nervously twitching. He almost smiled at her reaction and wanted to see how she would like what other things he had in store for her.
In spite of trembling, her smaller frame wasn't as tense as before. Seeing that as a good opportunity, he abandoned her lower lip and subtly licked it so that his tongue could snake into her mouth. She jerked slightly when he slipped inside. For a moment he felt the tip of her own tongue timidly touch his until she much to his disappointment, yanked his face away from her, taking away her barely explored mouth.
They might have had sex together, but she was obviously disturbed by simply kissing him. It just didn't seem fair to him. He had just been getting started.
"I-I think we should go in now," her words calmed down any need for him to argue. It had annoyed him that she stopped what was their first actual kiss, yet what she had just said was enough for him to know that she was still willing.
With her eyes trembling and her face flushed she turned and pushed the door of the bathroom open. The bathroom in her house was a bit larger than the one at his house and was predominantly white. Once she stepped further inside, she glanced his way anxiously.
Having a feeling that she was nervous about undressing, Ichigo grinned, "Come on, Tatsuki. I've already seen you naked."
"I know that! The light is too damn bright in here!" she snapped in embarassment. Ichigo would have never figured that Tatsuki would be insecure about her own body... A body that he liked a bit too much when comparing it to that of other girls.
"You worry too much at times...," shaking his head, he showed her that there was nothing to be so shy about by pulling his shirt off. The air in the bathroom was warm, yet he was already so aroused that his nipples hardened as soon as his chest was uncovered. Seeing her eyes wide on her red face, he confidently began to unhook his belt to take off his pants.
He hissed when his hand accidently bumped against his erect cock that was suffering from lack of action.
This ought to calm her down. With the front of his pants open, he pulled them down to his ankles, fully naked and not feeling an ounce of shame over how a certain part of him stood out and bobbed at his movements.
"See? There's nothing to worry about," straightening so that she had a full frontal view of his very aroused body, he was already going out of his mind. The way in which she eyed him, studying his nude body all the way to his cock standing firmly had his tip oozing beads of lubricant. The thing was practically throbbing in pain.
Damn it! She's killing me!
"Ah, okay...," though she said that, she was still staring at his unrestrained erection and for a rare instant, Ichigo felt a shyness he'd thought gone. She might be shy about showing her naked body, but she was unashamed of looking at his.
"Do you want me to help you undress?" he knew it was too much to ask, but he did want to do it.
She shut him down by shaking her head.
"No, I can do it!"
Trying to hide his dissappointment behind a smile, he watched her as she began to take off her own clothes. She wasn't turning away, though she was still nervous from how her hands shakily took off her shirt and lowered her pants over her thighs.
Don't get too grabby with her or she'll kill you. He was lucky that she even allowed him to shower with her in the first place.
His breathing became agitated once she had nothing covering her pale shapely body. She wasn't overly curvacious, but her toned limbs and small round pert breast were definitely feminine. It was a shame that she always hid her body as much as she could because it was quite beautiful to look at. It wasn't vulgarly voluptious. It was athletically womanly with firm curves in the right places. She barely even had any hair and her skin was increadibly smooth, not only to look at as if he had discovered that first time, but to touch.
"Tatsuki...," she shuddered at her name being whispered by him.
"I'm going to get the water ready," her eyes avoided his as she pulled the shower curtain open. It was just another way to kill him because when she leaned over to turn the water on to test it's temperature, her position showed him how her ass rose up slightly.
The hell with this! How is she going to get used to me if I keep staying away?!
Grinding his teeth at how his over-excited erection twitched madly at such a sight, he walked towards her silently. She didn't even notice him due to dealing with the water.
Gulping, he reached out and lightly brushed his fingertips over the lower curves of her ass and she jerked to look at him in disbelief.
"Ichigo... I really need to shower!"
"Then let me help you," he let his hand open to knead the soft mound of flesh. "Let me clean you."
Having her just staring at him without speaking a word was surprisingly turning him on more than he already was which came as a shocker. He couldn't believe that he could become so damned aroused.
"You don't have to be embarassed by this, Tatsuki," reluctantly dragging his hand up from the rounded flesh he had been teasing, his hand ran up to her bare hip to squeeze it reasuringly. Just looking into her eyes had his cock throb at the fast beat of his heart.
"You're... you're really into this, aren't you?"
"You have no idea..." since she wasn't pulling away, he knew that she wanted it just as badly as he did.
He almost groaned in pain when she pulled away from him. For a moment he wanted to grab her to continue touching her, but when she actually stepped into the shower, he smirked to himself.
I'll take that as a yes.
He could see her under the water spraying over her since the curtain was open just enough to show her. Not needing to be told twice, he too entered the shower and wanted to laugh at how she stepped aside to give him room while eyeing him warily.
She must think I'm a pervert.
The water was warm and stung pleasantly against his flushed skin. Studying her, he licked his lips seeing how the water fell on her skin to run in teasing rivulets over her shouders, breasts and stomach.
"Where's the soap?"
"You know I can wash myself," she muttered, her eyes sharp.
"I still want to know where the soap is." Damn it, why did she have to be so difficult?! How many times would he have to tell her that it wasn't a big deal?!
Annoyance flashed in her eyes as she reached over to a small tray that hung just under the showerhead. Grabbing a bar of soap, she angrily shoved it to him.
"There's no need to be pissed about it, Tatsuki!" he glared at her, barely getting a hold of the slippery soap that hit his wet chest.
"Well sorry if I'm not used to having someone else washing me!"
Breathing heavily through his nose, he closed his eyes in order to keep himself in check. He had showered with girls before, but with Tatsuki he was dangerously becoming desperate. If she kept stalling him...
"Just let me do it... please..."
Her annoyed huff reached his ears before she muttered a moody, "Whatever."
Thank God! Opening his eyes, he smiled slowly down at her. When he stepped closer to her, she backed away until her naked back pressed against the tiles of the shower which was exactly what he wanted. He couldn't really get to 'work' if she had an easy means of escape.
Having water falling on him seemed to be soothing enough to even stand near her naked. Her eyes were large when he rolled the soap bar in his hands so that it would have enough suds to use on her. If she thought that he would just use the bar to brush over her skin, she was dead wrong. He was going to be the one cleaning her. Especially the eager tool that he wanted to push into her.
Her eyes stared down as he stroked himself with soaped hands. Judging by her confused expression, she had no idea what he was planning to do to her.
"What...?"
"I'm going to clean you. That's all I'm going to do...," still puzzled, she gasped when he neared her so that his erection nudged her lower belly to let her know what he meant.
"You... You can't be planning on cleaning me that way, Ichigo!"
"What did I tell you about worrying too much?" putting the bar back on it's tray some soap remained in his hands. With both of his now free palms being so slippery, he caressed the sides of her waist. She began to shiver again and he found that he liked making her so nervous. Lowering his head towards hers, he whispered,"Why don't you use me to clean you there?"
"How do you expect me to do that?!" she rasped.
"Just grab me and do it," his tone was gentle and encouraging as he placed one of his hands on her hip to angle her better. He used the thumb of his other hand skim over the side of her breast. "If it makes you feel better, pretend that you are doing this alone."
"As if it were so easy, idiot...!"
Her skin is so soft.
Sensing that he would have to guide her, he removed his hand from the side of her breast so he could grab one of hers that was fisted tightly at her side. He could see that she was more scared than ever.
"You have felt me in there before, Tatsuki."
She gulped and nodded, relaxing her hand so he could wrap it around himself. Since he was slippery thanks to the soap he had lathered on, her hand slid over him and his breath halted at the sensation.
"Now get clean," it was a miracle that he could talk at all.
Her eyes, filled with surprise and uncertainty met his.
"It's okay." Somehow telling her how to use him was the sexiest thing he had ever experienced.
Much to his relief, she rubbed his tip over her water moistened pubic hair. Her movements were shy and in a sign of impatience, he gripped the hand holding him so his cock could slide lower over her entrance. A small gasp rose from her and he took that as opening to press more firmly, threatening to enter her.
I haven't finished washing her yet.
"Keep rubbing like that..." He wanted to use his hands to do other things to her. At least he could have a part of him being attended while taking full advantage of exploring her body.
Closing his eyes in pleasure, he removed his hand from her slow stroking. It was taking a lot of patience to let her do that to him, but he willed himself to hold back. Just having his tip gliding wetly over her slit that had begun to pulse in her own arousal was enough to blind him completely. Her eyes wouldn't leave his face, though they were hazed over and heavy lidded as her cheeks took a light pinkened glow at how suddenly hot the shower felt.
He looked over at the soap tray and couldn't help smiling.
"What're you planning...?" her question was breathless while the grip on his cock tightened.
"Nothing much," he lied, getting hold of the soap bar, "just planning on washing the rest of you."
"Say what?!" with soap already in hand, he looked down at her furious face and raised a brow. She had stopped rubbing herself with his cock and it irritated the hell out of him.
"I told you that I wanted to do it and you gave me permission! What's the problem now?!"
Her mouth opened and closed, no words coming out.
"I thought so." Scowling at her, regardless of how hard he was in her palm and pressed tauntingly against her sex, he stopped holding her hip so he could lather both his hands.
Even pissing me off, she's a turn on.
Finding it ironic, he placed the bar back on the tray, his hands already prepared for her. Still wary of him, she jerked when one of his hands cupped her breast.
"You aren't cleaning yourself anymore," he whispered, making that a point by pushing his hips forward, his length slipping in and out in her loosened hold.
After a couple of seconds, he felt the delicious wet pulling of her hand and the brushing caresses of her folds over his sensitized tip. His chest tightened and he could almost feel all blood rushing to his face in excitement at how good it was to have her moving him again.
It reassured him enough to squeeze her breast in his palm, her nipple becoming erect under it. His throat going dry, he closed the space between them, practically pinning her hand.
"Ichigo...?!"
"I want to clean all of you." her body shivered at his words and the grip around him jerked in anticipation.
She might be shy about some things, but that didn't mean that she didn't love every minute of it. He enjoyed pushing her, as bad as that may seem... and he would continue pressuring her until she was secure enough to accept him completely without any doubts in herself or in him for that matter.
Judging by her reactions and the soft huffing breaths leaving her parted lips, he ran his hand over her hip until reaching behind her. She tensed for an instant when he pulled her lower body from the wall so he could squeeze one of her firm round mounds. Her ass wasn't overly big, but it was still had a sharp curve due to exercise. Loving the feel of her, he grew more daring by dragging his slick fingers over a specific crevice.
"Don't...!" her gasp was heard, but he was stubborn on learning more about her.
His middle finger slipped further down and in attempt to escape his far too intimate touch, her hips jerked forward. The one hand that she had kept immobile by her side grabbed his forearm to squeeze it hard as if the pain would stop him from prodding the orifice he was obviously seeking.
"I won't put it in, if that's what's worrying you so much," he smiled faintly at her. The death grip on his arm relaxed, though she didn't remove her hand away.
Now that she was allowing him to continue, he pushed his finger until passing over the place he wanted. She flinched and rasped in apprehension at first, but when he moved his finger in a gentle circling motion without trying to push, she finally calmed down, her fast fearful breathing steadying. Smiling to himself, the hand that cupped her breast slipped down to her waist. He wanted to do something yet it wasn't the right time with her lack of experience. He would have to do with helping her in getting accostumed to being touched sexually.
I should get her hand away from me or I'll end up coming too soon... Their first time, he had finished inside and he didn't know if she was prepared to actually see him ejaculating in front of her. It was annoying to hide such things because it would have been damned sexy to release on her to see how his semen looked on her skin.
Fuck! I'm such a sick freak!
Pushing those self-insulting thoughts aside easily because when violently aroused people couldn't think coherently, he moved his hand so it caressed the deep groove of her spine. Skimming his fingers over her back so that she got soap on her, he lowered his forehead to hers.
"Still don't want to kiss me?"
All he got as a reply was a loud drawn out breath. She couldn't even speak, much less answer him. Once again he had overwhelmed her and he wasn't as ashamed by it as he should have been. Her being so turned on just meant that she was ready for anything and most of all willing, which was important.
Since he got no answer from her, he moved his head, making his nose bump hers. Feeling her hot breath against his lips, he closed the space between them.
This time she kissed him back, though she was shy at first. Her mouth opened wider under his after he gently bit her lower lip asking wordlessly for entry. With her finally putting no resistance, he slipped his tongue inside and a groan deep in his throat rumbled out when she didn't pull away in shock.
She's getting good fast.
With her own tongue sliding over his, he had to jerk his hand away from the teasing of her ass to halt the stroking of his cock. He inwardly cursed when she stopped kissing him and pulled back a couple of inches to give him a puzzled look.
"If I'd let you keep doing that I would have... come in your hand," he explained awkwardly, taking her hand away from him. The thing was aching in complaint at being kept from climax, but he prefered finishing in her at least until she was more open with him.
"Oh..."
I really need to get her ready! He wanted it badly now and it was taking a lot of restraint to not ram hard into her. She had been so snug that first time that he doubted he could push too far, though when coming inside of her, he had been up to the hilt. Just recalling the contractions of those wet walls clenching him punishingly had him undulate his hips, making his shuddering length jab at her.
"Shit, Tatsuki...!" it was shameful how close he was to losing control. He was the one with the most knowledge in that stuff and yet there he was acting like an over-sensitive virgin.
Needing to mentain some of the little patience left in him, he lowered down her body, releasing himself from her slackened hold and leveled his mouth with one of the puckered tips of her breats. Pulling the small hard point into his mouth, he was frustrated to find out that the image of slamming inside her didn't disappear. In fact, he couldn't stop thinking about it.
"Ichigo?"
Fuck, she knows I'm about to get nasty! Sucking hard on her nipple in hopes that she wouldn't ask him why he couldn't stop trembling in need, he then moved his mouth to lick a tear-like bead of water that ran down the center of her breasts.
The hand that had been on his forearm moved up to the back of his head. Pulling her back from the wall, she angled her chest, urging him to take her other nipple into his mouth. Obeying her command, he hungrily latched on and tugged at her pointed pink point a bit too harshly
Grimacing at how she eagerly writhed, he had to touch his pained length to get some relief. The tip of his cock was tingling in agony and his balls were so damned hard and tense that even his inner thighs felt sore. Wrapping his fingers tightly around himself, he gave it a hard sure pump from base to tip, making one of his fingers skim the small hole there that wouldn't stop leaking. Not giving a crap if she figured out that he was jerking off while readying her, he began to harshly pleasure the stiff organ that was thrilled by it, even if it was one-sided.
His sucking became harder, hard enough to make her nipple sting in discomfort because after a while, her fingers gripped the hair on the back of his head to yank his suctioning mouth from it. It took her a couple of hard twisting tugs to take him away while he continued to pump his sex more frantically.
With the hand pulling him from her breast, his expression of someone in the brink was too obvious to her since his head was leaning back. Her wide eyes didn't just look at his face, but at how he worked himself to climax. That just made his strokes faster.
"I can't hold back...!" far too near his release, she gave a sharp gasp of shock when he sat down on the balls of his feet to attack her sex with his mouth. It was so sudden that she couldn't react in time. Lost already to his burdoning orgasm, he franctically licked at her slit, tasting some soap and salt. He frankly didn't give a damn anymore! The hole at his tip was in agony, proving how much he was about to let out. Under different circumstances he would have been feeling like a coward for doing something like that in front of her, but at that moment, he really needed to get off.
His breathing quickened as he raised his unoccupied hand to spread one of her folds to the side so that her clit would be directly flicked at desperately.
Crying out against her core the length in his hand shuddered violently as the pressure that had been building for so long left him in long strong spurts. Relief immediately flooded him, though he was still hard. Coming just took some of the edge off for full-fledged sex.
"Whoa..."
Hearing that sound of amazement, he blushed and removed his wet lips from her.
"Sorry about that...," he bashfully looked up at her, only to see that what she had witnessed had made the aroused expression on her face more pronounced.
She nodded jerkily, still shaken by what he had done.
"If you wanted it that much, you could have... just fucked me."
Now how the hell am I supposed to stay cool-headed when she says shit like that?!
"You really-," a cough came from him though his lips trembled in a strained smile, "shouldn't say stuff like that to me!"
"Well, geez! I kinda' liked watching...!" she bit her lower lip, trailing off mid-sentence.
So she's got a bit of a pervert in her, doesn't she?
Finding that humorous, he much to her outrage, burst out laughing.
"What the hell?!" she half-shouted in disbelief as he laughed loudly, forgetting that he had just humiliated himself in front of her by masturbating.
"Sorry...! You looked so freaking cute saying that just now!" unable to stop laughing, his whole body shook. It wasn't surprising that his guffawing was stopped when he yelped, "OW, CRAP!" the moment the hand on his hair pulled painfully enough to bring tears to his eyes.
"Glad you find it so funny, asshole!"
Still having a hard time, his features struggling to keep a big idiotic smile from forming, he looked up at her angry expression.
"Couldn't help myself." How long had it been since he had laughed like that? It was bad that it had been over Tatsuki's rather innocent frank confession, yet it felt so good to let it out.
As if thinking the same thing he did, her anger dissipated as did her hold on his hair.
"I-I'm not used to saying stuff like that," she admitted reluctantly.
Now he felt like the biggest moron in the universe. He knew that she was just starting to experience things with him and all he had done was embarass her.
"I shouldn't have laughed at you, Tatsuki," he said solemnly. "It's just... ever since I've been in here with you, I keep trying to hold back and hearing you say that you liked watching me when I was...," he glanced down at his still rigid length, "doing that made me feel comfortable." Lifting his shoulders without looking at her, "I like seeing you like this..."
"I suppose that means that... you want to keep going," from how she was standing, the view of his standing erection was pretty damned obvious.
"You've read my mind," he grinned, looking up at her.
"More like seeing what you are thinking," her smirk was forced. He didn't know if it was out of nervousness at his size or out of her arousal.
At least she's not freaking out. Standing up on slightly wobbly legs, he purposely rubbed his body against her.
"A-Aren't we going to my room?"
"We will... later," both hands reached for her hips and gripped them, pulling them forward. He didn't think he was capable of reaching her room on time.
She didn't say anything, but her lips parted at how he raised her easily, making her back drag over the tiled wall. Her hands grabbed his shoulders in surprise, her fingers digging into his hard flesh to keep from falling.
"Ichigo, I don't think...!"
"I won't drop you... Spread your legs and wrap them around me," his voice was low and he hoped that she would stop putting stops on him. With his tip bumping accidently on the apex of her thighs, his heart raced as she lifted her legs to allow him to come closer. Those long strong legs locked around his hips firmly, giving him room to run his hands from her hips to squeeze her ass.
"Put me in," he wouldn't be able to since both of his hands were busy holding her up.
After some hesitation, one of her hands left his shoulders to go between their bodies. Her grip wasn't as timid as before when she got hold of him. Going by instinct, she pushed her hips forward with assistance of his hands, brushing him with her folds. Not supressing his shudder, he clenched his jaw upon a tight wet enclosing heat surrounding his tip. She was tighter than normal, probably because of being into sports. Her insides were like a vice. A vice that convulsed with the sensation of every thrust.
"Please..." he jerked a bit on the snug hold to urge her to finish engulfing him.
That was when she bore down on him. He wasn't fully sheathed at once due to how her muscles clenched, but his length steadily slid inside the snug sleek walls.
Was it ever this good?, he asked himself once she took her hand from him to place it once more on his shoulder. It shook slightly when it brushed his skin.
Wanting to test how much she could take in, he sunk more of himself in making her inhale sharply as his tip pressed on a restrictive sensitive spot deeply within that was definitely her womb. She could take all of him, yet that didn't mean that it was comfortable for her, so he pulled back so that his cock wouldn't jab so hard.
"I like it when you do that..." her tone held a hint of complaint.
Widening his eyes, he felt an ounce of satisfaction. He wouldn't have to measure how much he put in, though his pace was a different matter altogether. Her muscles pulsed around him and she shifted slightly, moving only a couple of wet inches, creating a delicious friction that only maddened him.
"Hold on tight." her fingers curled, her nails scraping him as he gave a deep long thrust that nearly had him leaving her core when rearing back. She was feeling all of him as he was her. Thinking of being gentle was increasingly becoming difficult as she shivered, her sex suckling him with his slow movements that were meant to get her accostumed to a harder pace.
A small gasp escaped her when one of his experimental pushes had him bumping against a part within her that was sensitive on contact. The balls of her feet pressed hard on his ass and she punched forward harshly making his plans on being slow null. How the hell was he supposed to stay calm if she was obviously begging him to be rough?
"Sorry, but you're really driving me crazy when you move like that."
"Huh?" her confused stare was hazed.
He didn't need to tell her anything. His hard length punching upward was a very physical answer. She cried out loudly at the rough jab and that was what spurred him on to give her another one that had his pubic bone knocking hers.
This is more like it. Since she wasn't trying to push him away, he started a hard tempo that had him sliding himself from base to tip. It was the most erotic thing he had ever felt on him. Every pump was profound, hitting every hidden spot in her rarely used core. His hands gripped her ass to pull her up and down, though she too began to move on him, making his thrusts grind every time their lower bodies met. Just hearing the deep-throated moans she was making, had his lower stomach clenching.
Her breasts slid over his chest when she pulled herself closer. Her hot mouth latched on to the side of his neck tightly as their movements started to take a vicious edge that nearly frightened him. He was used to it rough, but not violent. Even as he tried to even himself, she continued riding him in spite of it all, her teeth knicking on his skin.
I can't believe this...!, his mouth opened as his lungs began to burn from lack of oxygen. Tatsuki was the one that wanted it rough, probably more than he did. Her slender hands kneaded the skin of his shoulders and her moans were muffled because her mouth was too busy abusing the skin of his neck.
Though a bit shocked by her, he met her just as hard because she wanted it and the anxious tempo was addicting. At the rate they were going, he would come again soon. The firm pulling suck of her walls was tightening in strength with every downward punch she gave. His cock almost felt as if it were being crushed by her heralding climax.
He gritted when she pulled her punishing mouth from his skin to shout. Her whole body stiffened, her back arching as her insides gripped his surging length. Her muscles were still shuddering when he finally released, filling her so much that he was surprised that none of what he gave sprayed out of her. He didn't think he could come to such a extreme extent, especially since he had pleasured himself earlier.
Seeing her flushed face of satisfaction, he didn't have any regrets. Her eyes were closed and he took advantage of drinking her expression in.
Panting, she managed to smile weakly without opening her eyes, "That was better than the... first time, wasn't it?"
Breathing so fast and unable to think of any intelligible things to say, he said a dumb, "Yeah...,"
Though his cock was begining to soften after coming twice in a row, once in his hand and once inside her, he pulled her with him, surprising her enough to look at him.
"What...?"
Still a bit breathless, he whispered softly, "I bet that the third and fourth time will be even better," he pushed aside the shower curtain with a hand that he had freed from holding her just to do that.
Even if someone comes back to the house, I don't think I can stop... Not now that I have her.
Her arms tightened as did her legs when he carried her out of the shower. He didn't care about the wet footprints he left on the floor or the water that was still running. All that mattered to him was that he was connected to her.
The moment he reached the open doorway of her bedroom, he walked inside with her slight weight and kicked the door closed behind him without a second glance.
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A/N: Sorry for taking awhile, but I had a lot of stuff going on, which is why I made this a rather sucky lemon as an apology. (Yes. I'm a fiend that highly criticizes own work *pouts* I just feel that there's something missing and might need help in having that pointed out) Hope people really liked! (as I said in another AN I'm used to more dom-like sex, so this is a challenge for me. TELL ME if I'm writing him too OCC gruff!). Heheheh... I would have put a link to review responses, but I really wanted to upload this! *winces* Please rate and/or review!
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