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Your Love	By : EroPrincess Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 7517 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. Tite Kubo does. I do not make any money from this story. I'm merely writing it for fun.

Chapter List
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WARNINGS: Probably more out-of-character-ness. Hey… I don't really know how a horny Grimmjow and Nelliel are supposed to act okay?
If you're reading this on ff. net, then you're going to be disappointed because there is no lime available. I had to edit this chapter due to ff. net's rules, which is why this chapter is so short. More than half of this chapter contains the lime. But you're in luck because the lime can be found in the links I provided in my profile!
Thanks again to JB for beta-reading!
"He was Adam I think I was Eve..." Nicki Minaj
Your Love Chapter 6
Nelliel unfolded the covers and lay underneath them before moving over to give Grimmjow some room so he could lie next to her.
Grimmjow lay on his back and folded his hands behind his head, while Nelliel rested against his pillow. The gentle light from the street lamps outside filtered through her blinds and along with her nightlight, she was able to make out the large scar that ran the entire length of his chest.
She lazily traced it with her forefinger as Grimmjow stared up at the ceiling. "So… it's your turn to be interrogated. How did you get it?"
"Street-fight." Grimmjow simply replied, never removing his gaze from the ceiling.
"Humph," Nelliel snorted and removed her finger from his chest to shuffle closer to him and lay against his shoulder. "I should've known. It looks like he beat you pretty bad."
"I whooped his ass real good, too." He ignored her remark and gave her a look, before turning on his side to face her. "And who told ya ta stop caressin' me, woman?"
Nelliel tucked her hands underneath her pillow and chuckled. "I need your permission to not touch you?"
"No, ya don't." He replied as his left hand moved down and began to fondle her right breast, teasing the instantly-erect nipple through her shirt. "But with yer hands confined like tha', it gives me free-reign over yer body…" Grimmjow trailed his hand from the massive breast down her torso until he reached the hem of her shirt.
Grimmjow snaked his hand underneath the fabric for better access to Nelliel's flesh. He lightly tickled the sensitive skin of her belly, eliciting poorly constrained giggles from the sea-green-haired beauty.
Moving his path upwards, he reached for her breasts again, cupping the heavy masses in his palm. He circled the entire diameter of the deliciously full mounds, spreading his fingers wide along her breasts and rotating his palm against her nipples. Grimmjow smirked; his overly developed ego taking pride in the baby-voiced moans of the woman lying next to him.
"Grimm…Grimm…jow…" Nelliel breathed out between her lustful pants. Her body instinctively arched into his touch, pushing her chest further into the heavenly torture. "That… that feels…"
She's so damn sensitive! Grimmjow watched in silence while Nelliel's eyes fluttered closed and her breathing began to even out.
He toyed with her breasts for a few more minutes before his fingers traced his earlier path down her body. Grimmjow trailed his hand from Nelliel's bosom, down her torso, to the hem of her boy shorts. The elastic of the small panties stretched easily and allowed his fingers to slowly creep inside, but before they met their destination he felt his wrist caged by small, delicate fingers.
"I thought we established earlier this evening that my goodies were off-limits." Nelliel's golden eyes snapped open when Grimmjow's wandering fingers woke her from her heated trance.
The eyes she was met with were like nothing she had seen before; the once electric blue gaze had darkened to a deep blue-black that emitted an almost predatory lust. Grimmjow gave Nelliel one of his most wicked grins before he leaned forward and licked the outer shell of her ear. Nelliel felt him smirk against her skin when she reacted the way he had expected—with several ecstasy-induced shivers, just like earlier when they were dancing at the warehouse. He could already picture how wet her underwear was at this moment and the thought had electricity rushing through his veins.
Lightly blowing the inside of her canal, Grimmjow's husky voice had Nelliel biting her lip to repress another bout of tremors. "Just because I can't hav' full access ta the goodies, don't mean I can't stick my hand in the cookie jar…"
Removing his hand from her boy shorts, Grimmjow pinned Nelliel's arms down against the mattress on either side of her body and hovered above her. He stared into her eyes and inwardly smirked at her nervous blush. Leaning forward he whispered, "Nothing's gonna happen that ya don't wan' ta happen," before capturing her lips into a deep kiss.
"Mmm…" Nelliel hummed and massaged her lips against his. She wanted to wrap her hands around Grimmjow's neck to pull him closer against her body, but his grip on her arms prevented her from doing so. Instead, she continued to lay still and enjoy the feel of Grimmjow's lips kneading against her own.
The blunet pushed his tongue past the barrier of her teeth to meet Nelliel's own sweet tongue. At the same time he used his knee to separate her thighs and slip between them. "Heh," he chuckled into the kiss when he felt Nelliel's body melt against his. She's so willing… He rotated his pelvis into hers, grinding his hardness into her cushiony center. Grimmjow groaned when Nelliel began to meet his every thrust with her own hips, she pushed up and into the pleasure of their simulated sexual act.
Trailing his kisses lower from her cheeks and down her neck, Grimmjow released his hold on her arms to lift her shirt over her head. Nelliel lifted her arms and arched her back, allowing her houseguest to remove the fabric separating their bare flesh.
Tossing it on the floor, Grimmjow took a few moments to bask in the glory of Nelliel's chest. His jaw slackened as his eyes focused on the colossal hills of her breasts. Damn, they're bigger than I imagined!
Nelliel felt a little self-conscious under Grimmjow's scrutiny, his brows furrowed while he concentrated his gaze on her chest. She didn't know if the expression he wore was one of approval or disappointment. She'd been with men who appreciated and despised her curves, and she could only hope that Grimmjow liked what he saw.
He obviously liked what he saw earlier when we—"Oh"! Nelliel squeaked when Grimmjow's teeth latched onto her nipple. She clutched the sheets as shockwaves of desire streamed from her breast throughout her nerves, ending at her pleasure center. Nelliel moaned aloud when Grimmjow's tongue laved at the bite wound he'd left on her breast, alleviating the gentle pain. She felt the cotton of her boy shorts meld against her center as more of her fluid soaked the fabric.
Grimmjow moved to give the neglected breast the same oral torture he did the first. He relished in the feeling of Nelliel's hands pulling at his hair, the soft moans of passion beating against his eardrums only heightening his lust for her.
While his mouth continued to suck and tease her breast, Grimmjow used his hands to remove her underwear. He grinned against her flesh when Nelliel lifted her hips, silently complying with his request. I got you now. His silent words were spoken clearly through the smug self-confidence covering his face.
He lifted his lips from her nipple, the action making a loud pop before he looked down at her again. "If ya enjoyed tha', then yer gonna fuckin' love this."
Nelliel's chest heaved; her breathing heavily from Grimmjow's previous oral-play on her breasts. She slid her hands from his hair down his neck to caress his chest. Her fingers played with the grooves of his chiseled abdomen, then traced the large scar again—she wanted more of him. She lowered her fingers to the button of his jeans, only to have Grimmjow grab her hand to prevent her from going further.
"No." He told her in an authoritative tone. His hardened gaze bore into hers, silently telling her that he meant what he said and there was no room for negotiation.
"I… I don't understand, Grimmjow…" Nelliel breathed out, her gaze flicking between each of his blue eyes with confusion. "I want to, nugh…" She groaned when Grimmjow pinned both of her hands above her head, and looked up at his devilish grin with wide, questioning eyes.
"Put yer hands underneath the pillow," He commanded, and Nelliel did as she was told. "Don't speak… just focus on feelin'…"
Grimmjow slid her underwear down her thighs, past her knees, and stopped at her ankles. He moved along her body and used his hands to spread her thighs further. His arousal painfully strained against the fabric of his jeans when his eyes beheld the sight of Nelliel's bare flesh. Her nether lips glistened with her liquid passion underneath the light of the streetlamp, and Grimmjow instinctively licked his lips while he imagined his mouth giving her multiple orgasms.
"Ya shave?" He asked and instantly regretted the stupid question the moment it escaped his lips.
Nelliel swallowed and felt her face heat from her blush of embarrassment. "I… I get waxed because I don't like hair… down there…" She softly replied.
"Hmm…" was Grimmjow's only response. Keeping his left hand on her thigh, he used his right to separate the folds covering the pink of her intimate center. He dipped his middle finger inside her wet cavern, and used his thumb to press and circle against her clitoris.
"Mmm… ahhh…" Nelliel cried to the heavens, her fingers digging into the softness of her pillow, while her hips lifted in the air with each thrust of Grimmjow's finger and alternate movements of his thumb. "Grimmjow… I'm… I'm gonna come… I'm gonna come!"
He watched Nelliel's head thrash violently against her pillow in amazement. Her thigh vibrated against his hand, the muscle trembling and twitching from the feelings he was giving her. She bit her lip to suppress her screams of gratification, and squeezed her eyes shut to prevent the tears of pleasure from escaping them.
What is this shit, the blunet wondered to himself. Never before had Grimmjow witnessed a woman react so… passionately from him merely fingering her. He'd been with his share of women sure enough, but not a single one had ever come close to orgasm from his hands alone. He'd always had to fuck them senseless for them to reach their peak. Nelliel's reaction turned him on to the point he had to close his eyes to rid himself of the visage of the woman beneath him.
If I don't hurry this up, I'm gonna fuck the shit outta her until we both fall through this damn bed! Shit!
Grimmjow removed his hand from in between Nelliel's thighs and hoisted her legs in the air. Her disappointed whimper didn't go unnoticed by him, but he ignored it to rest her knees on his shoulders and proceeded to continue with his task.
With her back arched off the mattress, Grimmjow used one hand to squeeze Nelliel's ass and lift her in place while his free hand entered the depths of her womanhood. He discovered her pleasure core and rotated his finger around it furiously; reveling in every cry, every shake, and every tear of lust Nelliel freely gave.
He felt her inner walls clench dangerously around his probing digit, indicating her forthcoming orgasm. Just a little more, he told himself and increased his movements inside her.
Nelliel arched her entire body in the air as Grimmjow continued to finger-fuck her entrance. Only her shoulders and head remained rooted to the mattress. Even her neck arched off the pillow as she received pleasure from the man of her dreams. Her screams got louder and louder and she swore her neighbors would hear every word that escaped her mouth, but didn't care one bit. The only thing she could focus on was the man doing dangerous things to her body with only his hand.
My goodness, I… I… Nelliel's vision blurred and her eyes began to water. The only thing she saw was tan and teal colors before her final cry of pleasure was released into the air. Her hands ripped the fabric of her pillowcase before her body went slack from releasing her orgasm. She panted heavily, desperately trying to regain oxygen to her lungs.
Every muscle in her body felt like jelly and her throat felt like sandpaper due to her screaming and she felt a sudden thirst. I… wha… what did he do to me…? The few men she allowed inside her body never made her feel the way Grimmjow did just now. Never before had she had an orgasmic experience like the one he had just given her.
A part of Nelliel felt guilty because she had enjoyed the slight bondage, the feeling of allowing another to control every aspect of their intimacy; but she felt guiltier still because she didn't get a chance to return the favor. If she were honest with herself, she didn't want to.
"Ya okay, Nel?" She heard his voice ask to her left.
Blinking the moisture from her eyes, Nelliel looked to her side and saw Grimmjow looking at her intently with his piercing blue gaze. She turned on her side and snuggled against his body. "Yeah… I am." She whispered and cuddled against his hard chest. "That was… wonderful…" She closed her eyes and smiled.
"Heh," Grimmjow traced lazy circles on her back until he reached her ass. He firmly gripped the cheeky flesh before sliding his hand lower to massage the outer lips of her soaking pussy.
Nelliel's eyes shot open and she lifted her head to stare at the naughtily-grinning man underneath her. "Wha-what are you… doing?"
"Minding my business," he told her matter-of-factly. "And ya should mind yers, too. Just relax, enjoy your pussy massage, an' go ta sleep."
The young girl felt her cheeks flame at Grimmjow's words, and she couldn't think of a witty rebuttal to counter him. "You're lucky I'm too tired to talk back." She laid her head on his chest again and—per his words—enjoyed her "pussy massage." The night's events overtook her being and she felt her eyelids close. With a soft yawn, the young woman fell into a post-coital slumber.
. . . . .
An irritating buzzing interrupted Nelliel's peaceful sleep, the high-pitched sound rang through her ears almost painfully. She woke up with a start and reached to shut off her alarm, only to get tangled in her sheets and fall out of bed.
"Dammit!" She screamed when her head thudded in pain. Nelliel removed the sheets from her body and looked down to see her feet caught in her panties like fish in a net.
Her face heated in humiliation before she removed the soiled material and tossed them by the hamper. Visions of the previous night flashed before her as she remembered she had a houseguest, and that that houseguest was the reason there was a deliciously painful throbbing in between her legs.
Nelliel righted herself and used the sheets to cover her nudity from the man lying in her bed. She hoped she didn't wake him with the noise she was making because she didn't want to explain to Grimmjow that she could be a total klutz.
Looking down at her bed, she frowned when she discovered it was empty. The earlier feelings of embarrassment were suddenly replaced by tidal waves of sadness. She felt foolish for allowing things to progress as far as they did the previous night. I should've known he wouldn't be here. What did I expect anyway? I practically threw myself at a total stranger. Grimmjow probably thinks I'm just as fast as the other girls he's been with.
Swallowing the bile of shame that threatened to escape her throat, Nelliel blinked away unshed tears and searched for her work clothes. Life goes on. The world is going to continue to turn whether I'm with him or not. I need to focus on getting ready for work. Tia tried to warn me and I wouldn't listen. I deserved the way he played me.
She gathered her things and reached for the doorknob to her bathroom for a much-needed shower, but released her fingers from the metal when she heard her message ringtone from somewhere within her room.
Dropping her clothes on the floor, Nelliel searched for her phone, eventually finding it was inside her clutch-purse that rested on her vanity. She opened her small bag and retrieved the device.
She noticed the message was from an unknown number and curiosity was the only reason that she checked it. "Who is this?" She wondered aloud.
I got ur # from Halliberry.
Couldn't stay-had shit 2 do.
I'll call u 2nite so we can meet up.
A joyous grin stretched across Nelliel's lips; she instantly knew who the anonymous text was from. The woman released the sheets covering her body and jumped, squealing like a schoolgirl who just got asked out by the most popular guy in class.
"Yes, yes, yes!" She screamed repeatedly; her former apprehension escaping with each yell. "Thank you, Tia!"
"Nel, what's wrong?" A male voice shouted before another asked, "What's going on?"
Nelliel paused her jumping and squealing fit to turn and see her roommates standing in the threshold of her bedroom. Both of their faces were bright red and their eyes were glued to the extreme curves of her body.
"Damn, Nel." Dondochakka exhaled breathlessly, his eyes locked on her naked breasts.
"Mmm, hmm." Pesche nodded in agreement while his eyes settled on the bare apex of her thighs. "I see why Grimmjow had you screaming until the walls shook last night." He joked and Nelliel's blushed a deep red in mortification.
Oh no! They were here and they heard me! They're never gonna let me live this down, especially Pesche!
"We saw him leave not too long ago." Dondochakka told her, answering her unasked question. "Someone had to lock the door behind him, don'cha know?" He grinned whilr Nelliel's face darkened burgundy from his words.
She reached for the sheets on the floor and quickly covered herself again before screaming at her laughing roommates. "Get out! Get out you sick perverts!"
. . . . .
True to his word, Grimmjow called Nelliel after she returned from work and they agreed to see a movie later that evening. She sat at her vanity as she pulled her hair into a ponytail, making sure her bangs covered her scar.
"You never did tell me what happened between you two last night after he took you home." Hallibel spoke, watching her best friend insert her silver studs.
Nelliel looked at the reflection of her best friend sitting on her bed, her green eyes staring back at her. She chuckled and reached for her lip gloss. "Tia, even you know there are some secrets women aren't supposed to share with their friends."
"Well something obviously went down last night because I see you're using your Chappy sheets. They weren't on your bed yesterday. Did he make you soak the other ones that bad?"
Nelliel pouted at her friend's reflection and continued to apply her mascara without answering Hallibel's question. Spraying her favorite perfume on her neck and behind her ears, Nelliel turned in her swivel chair and faced her friend. "So… how do I look?"
"Like a woman who came too hard on her old sheets, so she had to replace them with her ugly cartoon ones." Hallibel replied dryly, enjoying Nelliel's embarrassment.
"I see everybody wants to be a comedian today." Nelliel rolled her eyes and stood. She wiped her hands on her jeans and smoothed the wrinkles from her button-down, white shirt. She wore the shirt with most of the buttons undone, revealing a simple pink fuchsia top she wore underneath.
Hallibel chuckled as she traced the bunny pattern on Nelliel's mattress. "Can you at least tell me how many of my rules you broke last night?"
"Not all of them." Nelliel answered, grabbing her fuchsia purse. Securing it on her shoulder, she looked down at her friend, "Don't tell me you're planning to stay here all night until I get back."
"Okay, so I won't tell you." Hallibel shrugged casually.
Nelliel gritted her teeth and rolled her eyes at her friend for the second time that evening. "I don't need a chaperone, Tia."
Lying back against Nelliel's mattress, Tia gave her a pointed look. "Who said anything about a chaperone? I'm staying just to be nosy. If I'm lucky, he'll bring you home again tonight." She winked playfully at her best friend, who only rolled her eyes again.
"You know… he could always take me back to his place…" Nelliel wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, making Hallibel chuckle.
"Yeah, he could," Hallibel sat up and smoothed out her clothes, "but if I have to follow you two back to his place so I can have something to gossip about, I will."
Nelliel narrowed her eyes and scowled. "I wouldn't doubt it."
Before Hallibel could reply, Nelliel's ringtone sounded throughout the room. She reached for the clip attached to her jeans and answered it.
Hallibel watched Nelliel's expression brighten and she knew who was on the other end of the line. She listened to her best friend's end of the conversation, and Hallibel couldn't help the happiness she felt that her friend had finally found someone she felt comfortable around, besides herself and her roommates.
"Alright, I'm on my way." Nelliel closed her phone and replaced it on the clip. She looked at Hallibel and exhaled a nervous breath. "Well… wish me luck, Tia."
"Nel, you grinded on his dick and did some fucking shit to him last night and he still called you." The blonde spoke calmly. "Why do you need luck all of a sudden?"
"Ugh… never mind." Nelliel reached in her purse and popped a stick of gum in her mouth. "Don't wait up." The sea-green-haired girl tossed over her shoulder as she opened her bedroom door, before turning around and giving her friend a pointed look. "And don't stalk us, Tia."
"I'll try not to," Hallibel rolled her eyes and watched Nelliel exit her room to meet with Grimmjow for their night out. She waited until she heard the front door close before closing her eyes. "Good luck, Nel. Don't fuck this up, Jaegerjaquez."
. . . . .
Next chapter: the date and the stalker…?
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