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Your Love	By : EroPrincess Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 7474 -:- 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
- 8
- 9
- 10
Well here it is. I'll admit that the previous chapter was simply a weak chapter for me to set up the GrimmNel lemon! (lol) But now that the stage is set, the watered-down lemon juice version will be featured on ff . net, while the ultra-concentrated lemon syrup-chunks version will be featured in the links provided in my profile at aff . net, and mm . org.
Don't ingest too much sugar at one time you pervs! (lol)
Seriously JB, how did you read this and not blush? Oh and the lemon's now 350+ words longer! Thank JB everyone for writing it!
"Hot damn, make me scream like Summer Jam…" Nicki Minaj
Your Love Chapter 9
After rushing out of the lingerie shop in a whorl of randy glee Nelliel suddenly realized she had nowhere to go. She turned towards the entrance and blushed at her girlfriends, grinning sheepishly. "Ah heh, heh… I guess I kinda forgot you were my ride home, Tia."
"I was wondering where you were headed, Nel." Hallibel replied in amusement. She looked past her giddy best friend to see the sun low in the late afternoon sky, but they were by no means short of time.
"You're rushing to get that dick, huh girl?" Mila-Rose joked, and then cackled at Nelliel's bright red face.
Hallibel spoke while she led the way to her car. "Leave her alone, Mila. Nel has a night to prepare for."
"Uh… yeah…" Nelliel blushed even deeper, her mind filled with sexy thoughts of her and her boyfriend fully joining bodies for the first time. "Yes I do."
"Well, we can't keep a sex-starved woman waiting," Sun-Sun spoke as she took the lead of the all-female troop to Hallibel's vehicle. "It's practically a crime against humanity."
. . . . .
Grimmjow sat and watched while Di Roy took another brutal beating from his opponent during practice at the kickboxing studio. Sitting alongside him was his longtime best friend Shawlong Kufang.
They both watched silently as Di Roy stood up and rushed to attack his opponent again—only to get knocked on his ass, again.
"Alright ya two," Grimmjow blew his whistle and stood, getting his students' immediate attention. "That's enough fer today. Hit the showers an' get changed," he ordered in an authoritative tone.
Di Roy's opponent immediately did as he was told, but the short, white-haired teen approached the two young men he so admired. "I-I'm sorry, boss. I'll do better next time. I know I will." He adjusted his eye patch before giving his trainer a respectful bow and jogging out of the training room towards the showers.
Shawlong and Grimmjow gave each other knowing looks as Di Roy left their presence. "Do you really think Di Roy can get stronger?" Shawlong asked Grimmjow once they were alone. "He's been training here for over a year and I have yet to see any real progress. The boy's a slow learner, Grimmjow."
Grimmjow sat down again and looked pointedly at his best friend. He nodded his head in agreement and pulled a lollipop from his windbreaker pocket. He peeled the treat from its wrapper and replied, "He's weak as hell, and I'll admit tha'. But the kid's got heart. He never gives up, which is why I keep 'im around." Grimmjow popped the candy in his mouth and smirked at the memories of their first meeting.
H was being honest about the eager teenager. Grimmjow thought back to the previous year when the gap-toothed teen with bleached white, messy hair entered his office one sunny afternoon, begging the man to teach him how to fight. Grimmjow gave the boy a once-over and flatly told him, "Fuck no!"
Nevertheless, the boy persisted; introducing himself as Di Roy Linker and telling Grimmjow he would do anything to learn how to fight.
The teal-haired fighter thought the proposition over for several moments before deciding to have Di Roy clean around the studio, just to see if the boy would truly do anything for a chance to learn under him. To his astonishment, Di Roy did just that—day in and day out, the sixteen-year-old would scrub toilets, wipe showers, sweep and dust all for free, all for the chance to study under Grimmjow.
After witnessing Di Roy's enthusiasm, determination, and eagerness, Grimmjow finally agreed to train him.
Although the teen wasn't a great fighter, it was his perseverance and spunk that kept him around the studio. Di Roy had a lot of guts and he wasn't afraid to face opponents with twice the experience as him. Every time Di Roy's body landed on the mat in defeat, he would still give Grimmjow that crooked gap-toothed grin, always promising his teacher he would become a better fighter.
Grimmjow knew Di Roy had the potential to become a great fighter someday; however, it was the young man's over-enthusiasm and his uncanny ability to underestimate his opponents that caused him to lose matches. Grimmjow could only teach him the importance of self-defense and how to utilize it in actual combat. Changing his overzealous ways was something Di Roy would have to learn on his own.
"You are right about that," Shawlong agreed with his best friend again and couldn't help noticing a small change in his demeanor.
The blue-haired fighter sucked on his lollipop and nodded his head, "Mmm, hmm." His thoughts had changed to center on Nelliel and his eyes closed while he wondered what she was doing at this exact moment while they were apart.
Ever since she began working nights at the bookstore and he focused most of his time training his students, they spent less time together as a couple. Not that Grimmjow would admit it to anyone, but this worried him. He enjoyed the times they were together; whenever he was with Nelliel, he wasn't afraid to let his guard down. Grimmjow didn't have to worry about fighting, training, or the responsibilities of dictating his own business. He could let go whenever he was with Nelliel, and he knew that she enjoyed spending time with him, and letting go of everything when she was around him too.
The fighter looked at his watch and frowned at the time. Tch, it's not like its real late or anythin'. It's only just after 7pm. She's probably at work anyway.
"Well I'm tired as fuck." Grimmjow stood and stretched his limbs, massaging the soreness from his thighs. "I'm gonna turn in fer the evenin'."
Shawlong also stood and stretched his body. "I'll make sure everything's straightened out here and I'll lock up."
"I'm gone," Grimmjow stuffed his hands in his pockets and turned to leave the building. Hearing his name again from his best friend, he looked over his shoulder at the dark-haired fighter.
"Grimmjow," Shawlong spoke, getting the teal-haired fighter's attention.
Grimmjow bit into his lollipop, "Yeah, what?" He faced Shawlong fully to stare directly into his eyes with question.
"You've toned down a lot since you've been with Nel. I think she's changed you for the better."
The blue-haired fighter rolled his eyes and deepened his scowl, "What is this, a fuckin' soap opera? Ya goin' soft on me, Shawlong?"
"Not at all, Grimmjow." Shawlong smoothed the nonexistent wrinkles from his attire and smiled. "I'm just being honest. If I can't be honest with you of all people, who can I be honest with?"
The teal-haired fighter gave his longtime friend a hard look and thought about what he just said. He remembered first meeting Shawlong when he was still a teenager running the streets. Of all the people Grimmjow used, abused, and flat out did not trust, it was something about the calm, cool, and collected Shawlong that made Grimmjow feel like he could trust him.
What he admired most about his best friend was that Shawlong always showed respect for his enemies. Even when he faced an opponent who only mocked him in return, the dark-haired man continuously kept his cool, his being never wavering, and his respect never faltering. It always baffled Grimmjow about that aspect of Shawlong's personality, but he never questioned his friend because of it.
Never before had Shawlong let him down or betray his trust, and Grimmjow knew that his best friend never would. That was the reason Grimmjow kept Shawlong by his side for so many years, and if anything happened, if Grimmjow were to lose everything he had at this moment, he knew deep down Shawlong would still be there.
"Tch," he snorted at Shawlong's words. "Ya still sound like a fuckin' soap opera." Grimmjow turned once more to exit the fighting studio. "An' it's not like I need yer blessin' an' shit regardin' Nel."
The brunet silently watched his best friend leave with an amused expression on his face. You're welcome, Grimmjow.
. . . . .
It was late in the evening when Nelliel began to rethink her plan of seducing Grimmjow. In theory, what she had discussed with her girlfriends about enticing her boyfriend was all good…in theory. However, now as she sat on the arm of Grimmjow's sofa wearing nothing but sheer fabric and rhinestones, facing the front door with her thighs spread apart, reality set in and she no longer felt as confident as she did hours earlier.
I shouldn't have anything to worry about. It's not like Grimmjow has never seen me naked before. Nelliel's thoughts rewind back to their first night when he spent the night at her apartment. A pink blush stained her cheeks as she remembered how she allowed herself to be seduced on the first night. How it felt to have his hands and mouth caressing her body, inside her body; the delicious feelings Grimmjow invoked within her had Nelliel's center tightening in anticipation instantly.
Well, in spite of that night he and I haven't had sex… yet… We've only done some things… Okay I'm babbling, even in my thoughts!
Nelliel giggled and composed herself. Her resolve returned with a new determination to reverse the tables and lead the seduction. "Grimmjow won't know what will hit him until this night is over with!" She looked at the clock on the wall and saw it read 10:38pm.
"Hmm… it's pretty late. I know he sets his own hours, but he should've been here by now."
Her stomach fell to her knees and her resolve slipped once more. "Maybe he's—no, no, no! I will not allow myself to think Grimmjow's out with another woman!" Nelliel told herself while she tried frantically to control the insecurities rising within her. "He's made it very clear I'm the only one he wants. I just need to take a deep breath, relax, and rest assured that my man's on his way home. He's probably—"
At that moment Grimmjow, along with Shawlong, and Di Roy entered his apartment. All of their eyes focused on the half-naked, rhinestone-covered, sea-green-haired woman spread eagle before them on Grimmjow's sofa.
Dark brown eyes remained stoic as his gaze focused on everything above Nelliel's neck.
Di Roy's single dark gray eye widened in appreciation and gapped-teeth and mouth stretched into a malicious grin.
Finally azure eyes widened, and then narrowed while an array of emotions danced across his face. An unreadable expression creased his features as he keenly eyed his girlfriend.
"Um… welcome… home… Grimmjow…" Nelliel nervously greeted her boyfriend while she crossed her legs and tried demurely to cover her features. She knew her face was darker than her birthmark from the exhibiting situation.
Someone or something in the universe must hate me. Am I destined to be humiliated every time I want some privacy with my boyfriend?
The sea-green-haired young woman ran a dainty hand through her steamed-straightened locks all the while covering what she could of her generous cleavage. Giving her boyfriend an awkward false grin she spoke. "Surprise."
Grimmjow was more than surprised. There weren't any words in the Japanese vocabulary to describe the way he felt at this moment. On one hand, he wanted to rip whatever was left of Nelliel's attire and fuck her until her legs were weak; Shawlong and Di Roy be damned! On the other hand, he wanted to rip whatever was left of Nelliel's attire and fuck her until her legs were weak; Shawlong and Di Roy be damned!
Before returning home, Grimmjow decided to stay and wait until Di Roy finished his shower and for Shawlong to ready the studio for the morning. Afterwards, all three young men decided to eat at a local diner, then voted they would stay over at Grimmjow's empty apartment to drink and talk guy-shit until late. He didn't imagine Nelliel would be there—let alone be there bared for his friends to see.
There was only one thing Grimmjow could do right now…
"Shawlong. Di Roy." Grimmjow called out to his friends. Not waiting for a reply, he continued in a cool voice. "Get the fuck out. Now."
"And miss the show? No way!" Di Roy licked his lips at his boss' girlfriend and gave her a sexy smile, which made Nelliel shudder in disgust.
Ew, she thought and scowled at the white-haired teen. Gross!
The teen's sneaky act did not go unnoticed by Grimmjow. His blue eyes narrowed as rage filled his veins. His gaze locked on Di Roy and his hand wrapped around the boy's neck.
Nelliel covered her mouth and gasped at her boyfriend's actions; this was the second time he's put his hands on Di Roy since they met, and even though he was—once again—doing this for her honor, she didn't want to see Di Roy hurt.
Grimmjow took his girlfriend's loathing of violence to heart and decided not to hit him. "Get out while yer still in one piece, unless ya wanna be permanently blind!"
Swallowing thickly the boy's gray eye expanded as fear overtook his being, Di Roy choked out, "Y-Yes… b-boss…"
Shawlong shook his head in annoyance while Di Roy practically ran from Grimmjow's penthouse. The brunet merely nodded in his best friend's direction and turned to follow after the teen.
Slamming the door behind them, Grimmjow focused his blue eyes on his blushing, shaking, semi-nude, sparkling girlfriend. Slowly he stalked towards her, causing her to break out in a nervous sweat. "What the hell's goin' on 'ere?" His deep voice demanded while his blue brows lifted questioningly, his eyes roaming appreciatively over his girlfriend's curvaceous features.
Feeling even more self-conscious under Grimmjow's scrutiny, Nelliel started to back away from her grinning boyfriend, forgetting she was sitting on the arm of his sofa, she fell backwards and landed on the leather cushions. "Oof!" Nelliel breathed out when her back made impact with the cool leather.
Like a lethal feline capturing his unsuspecting prey, Grimmjow took the opportunity to pounce on his girlfriend, trapping her body between his chest and the sofa before she had the chance to move. He pried her thighs open and comfortably settled himself against her feminine heat.
"Grimmjow!" Nelliel shouted as she tried to cover her breasts which spilled from her strapless bra. Her body heated several degrees and her blush ran from her face to the tops of her cleavage. Everything she planned, her whole resolve escaped her body the moment she looked up at her boyfriend's savage grin, his eyes gleaming with an unreadable expression as he licked his lips in an animalistic manner, like he was starving just to taste her.
He grabbed her hands and locked them over her head in his fist. "Uh, uh," he told her. "Ya obviously wanted me ta see ya. Don't act all shy now." Grimmjow's eyes continued to feast on the delectable display of his girlfriend before him.
Her rhinestone bra fell underneath her breasts, baring the flesh before his eyes. His ocean gaze drank in her flesh-toned nipples pointing directly at him, practically begging for him to suck them. His graze traveled lower to the matching rhinestone underwear she wore and how they were already stained with her passion juices.
The jewels gleamed from her peaches-and-cream skin, making his girlfriend's appeal almost heavenly—that is, if it weren't for the sinful situation she was currently in with her trying to seduce him. Grimmjow used his free hand to fist her locks, running his fingers from her scalp to the tips of her strands. He relished in the baby-voiced moans coming from Nelliel while her hazel eyes fluttered closed at his innocent actions.
Her breathing labored as she quietly spoke her next words. "I uh… I um… wanted to surprise you… Grimmjow…" As much as she was enjoying her scalp massage, instinctively she wanted to scratch the back of her head to alleviate some of her nervousness, but Grimmjow had both of her hands in a vice-grip.
She began to struggle against his hands, which only caused Grimmjow to tighten his hold on her. Nelliel pushed her body upwards, only to rub her center against his erection. Her eyes quickly opened; her honeyed gaze locking with his. "Grimmjow…" she whispered. "I…"
"Ya surprised me, Nel." Grimmjow's eyes darkened from his natural bright blue to a deep blue-black as lust clouded them. He gently kissed his way down her cheeks to her ear, where he licked the outer shell and lightly blew into the canal, to her neck, and sucked on her rapidly beating pulse. Nelliel instantly began to squirm underneath him as intense desire overtook her.
"Mmm… uhh… Grimmjow… that… that t-tickles…"
He ignored her and continued his journey to her shoulder, softly biting the flesh, only to lick the gentle wound afterwards. Grimmjow knew simple acts such as this drove his girlfriend wild and he always suspected that she enjoyed a little pain with her pleasure. He never voiced his opinion about it, but if that were the case, that little tidbit about Nelliel would be at odds with her personality and how she despises violence. With the brutal attack she suffered two years prior, pain would be the last thing he felt she would want, even in the midst of passion. Nevertheless, it was her contrasting personality that kept him interested in the woman squirming underneath him.
He wasn't going to complain, he enjoyed inflicting pain; his girlfriend enjoyed receiving it to certain degree. Before the night was over with, he was going to ensure that Nel got the best of both.
Grimmjow settled in the valley of her breasts where he kissed the pliant flesh of the underside of her breasts. "Now tha' ya surprised me, what are ya goin' ta do ta me?"
Releasing a passionate sigh, Nelliel's ankles automatically locked behind her boyfriend's back as she pushed her pelvis upwards repeatedly, grinding against his hardness. "I-I wanted t-to spend th-the n-night… with you…"
The teal-haired fighter released his girlfriend's nipple from his lips and narrowed his eyes at her. Speaking in a deep, husky voice he asked, "What else do ya wan' me ta do?"
"I-I…" Nelliel struggled against her boyfriend's grip and tried desperately to form coherent thoughts. She melted against his body, moving enticingly against him, which only served to cause more faint moans to escape her lips.
Licking her dry lips, Nelliel gathered her thoughts. "I want you to…kiss me…"
Grimmjow lifted his head from her bosom and licked his way up her neck, to her cheek, and finally her lips. He kissed the corner of her mouth before capturing her lips in a searing kiss.
Nelliel felt her toes curl and her body stiffen as her mouth moved along with his. She parted her lips, allowing her boyfriend's tongue to devour her. He sucked on her tongue before tracing her teeth, desperately wanting to sample more of her flavor.
She hummed against his mouth and felt her body move along with his again. Her eyes fluttered closed when she returned his scorching kiss with everything she had. Her center tightened even more; her arousal hitting her tenfold and making more of her liquid heat flow from her body, like water it saturated her flimsy panties.
Grimmjow bit her bottom lip before using his teeth to pull at the plump flesh. He gnawed on her lip, allowing himself to consume more of her natural flavor before lifting his head to speak again. "Wha' else do ya wan' me ta do?"
Nelliel inhaled heavily, allowing much-needed oxygen into her lungs after Grimmjow's passionate kiss. She blinked her eyes opened and focused her vision on her incredibly handsome, Cheshire-grinning boyfriend hovering above her. She struggled against his grip again; only to have Grimmjow tightened his hold on her even more.
"Talk woman." He demanded and he fondled her breasts with his free hand.
"I-I want you to… suck… me…" Nelliel shut her eyes again and blushed deeper than before. How embarrassing. I didn't think he would make me voice my desires. Then again I didn't think he would take control of the situation either.
Releasing her from his grip, Grimmjow reached underneath his girlfriend and grabbed her ass. He forcefully thrust his hardness into her pelvis, creating an erotic rhythm while he sucked at the beating pulse of her neck once more.
Nelliel reached for his jeans and squeezed his ass in her palms, pushing his body against hers; she matched his rhythm with her own grinding thrusts. "Yes, Grimmjow," she moaned aloud and titled her head, staring directly into his blue-black eyes. "Harder. I want it harder… please…?"
Complying with her request, Grimmjow bit down hard into Nelliel's neck, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to leave a deep wound. The moment his teeth sank into her skin, he pushed himself deeper in her pelvis, both of their bodies sinking more into the soft leather of his sofa.
Nelliel clutched his ass severely, digging her nails in the heavy fabric of the denim he wore, "Ooh… baby it hurts…!" She cried out in pain-filled pleasure.
The teal-haired fighter growled sexily against Nelliel's neck, the sound nothing but sexy to her ears while he laved at the purplish bite-marks he had left. The sound of her baby-voice calling out to him made his dick throb as he savored her sweet sounds and etched them deep into his memory. He nibbled his way along her jawbone, to her chin, and her earlobe. He slipped his tongue into the canal before whispering, "I thought ya like it when it hurts…"
Grimmjow continued to nip at the shell of Nelliel's ear while he moved one of his hands from her breasts lower on her body until he reached the hem of her underwear.
"Mmm… hmm…" his girlfriend agreed. "I-it's okay… if it hurts… a l-little… bit…" She slid her hands underneath his t-shirt and removed it over his head, tossing it on the living room floor. Nelliel traced the deep ridges of the muscles in her boyfriend's back, her fingers worshipping each and every curve of his skin with every touch. "I-I… l-like it…"
Lifting his head to look down into Nelliel's bright eyes, Grimmjow stretched his lips in the famous capital S Smirk that Hallibel warned her about and asked, "Why Nelliel?"
How can my name sound so good coming from his lips? The sea-green-haired young woman thought naughtily.
"Might ya be a masochist?" Grimmjow slowed his violent thrusts into slow rolls of his hips, allowing Nelliel to feel every inch of him through his jeans.
Using one hand, her nails dug into his bicep while the other massaged his scalp, her fingers fisting around the thick strands of his bright, unruly hair. She cherished the sexy purrs that vibrated from his lips as her body swayed with his. "If I were to tell you 'yes', would that be a bad thing?"
"Not at all…" Grimmjow allowed two of his fingers to dip inside her moist, hot entrance. Her walls immediately clamped on his probing digits, trapping him inside her cavern. "Damn Nelliel, yer tight as fuck!"
"So vulgar…" She panted, licking the sweat from his neck before she began leaving butterfly kisses against his damp skin.
Grimmjow ignored her comment and continued. "Wha' else do ya wan' me ta do ta ya, baby?"
She nipped at his jawbone and circled her hands around his neck, holding him close to her chest. Mimicking his earlier actions, Nelliel nipped and licked the outer shell of her boyfriend's ear, grinning as his body shuddered in excitement. "I… I want you to… fuck me… fuck me now… Grimmjow…"
"Heh… I thought ya'd never ask…"
. . . . .
Nelliel found herself on her knees on Grimmjow's round, king-sized bed completely nude. Her strapless bra was used to bind her hands behind her back. Her body faced his large mirror, but her reflection was obscured by her boyfriend's naked body standing before her.
Her honey eyes focused on his long, thick dick protruding before her. Her mouth watered while Grimmjow jerk himself teasingly in front of her. She narrowed her eyes at his dark-beige length, marveling at the veins bulging from his flesh, the mushroom top oozing with clear pre-fluid, and the bright, teal hair that surrounded his manhood.
"How bad do ya wan' it?" Her boyfriend asked, keeping one hand on his dick, and the other on top of Nelliel's head. He moved closer to her until his tip touched the curves of her breasts.
Releasing himself, he gently thrust forward, allowing his cock to push between her breasts. "Yer not goin' deaf, are ya Nel? Ya must not wan' it bad enough…"
Nelliel paid no attention to his words and lowered her head; sticking her tongue out, she licked the fluid clean from his length and smiled inwardly when Grimmjow ceased his movements, allowing Nelliel to lower her head more to capture his tip into her mouth.
She sucked him slowly at first, circling her tongue around the crown and bobbing her head to create a rhythm he'd enjoy. Eventually she moved faster, sucking in her cheeks to trap him inside her mouth, and tightening her grip on him. Nelliel felt his dick jerk inside her mouth, and she knew he was enjoying her oral play.
Grimmjow squeezed her breasts around his hardness and clenched his teeth, trying desperately to not shoot his load down his girlfriend's throat. Damn she gives good head!
He closed his eyes and released her breasts, fisting his hands in her hair. He pulled hard at the strands making Nelliel moan aloud. Grimmjow thrust forward into her mouth, rapidly increasing his movements. "Shit, Nel…" he breathed as his gaze blurred as his body began to tremor violently. "We… ya… ya gotta stop. I-I don't wanna…"
Nelliel released her boyfriend from her oral grip, the sound of his dick leaving her mouth making a loud popping sound. She swallowed the salty taste of his natural flavor and smacked her lips, reveling in the deliciousness of him.
"…come too soon…?" She finished his sentence for him.
"Tch," Grimmjow snorted as he climbed on his bed to ready himself behind her. He sat down and lifted Nelliel on his lap, spreading her thighs over his hips. His dick jerked again as her hot, wet center coated his arousal and Grimmjow knew the moment he fully entered her, their night would not last long.
He rested his head on Nelliel's shoulder and whispered in her ear. "I wan' ya ta look in the mirror. Don't close yer eyes. I don't wan' ya ta miss a damn thing."
The sea-green-haired woman began to protest, but before she could utter a word she felt Grimmjow's blunt hardness pressing against her slick entrance. Nelliel's breath stalled, and electricity rushed through her body to spark and ache at her core. Grimmjow's left hand held her hip, while his right grasped the base of length, guiding it to her entrance.
Grimmjow considered himself an experienced lover, but never before had he felt the intensity of that moment. Azure eyes fixed on the reflected honey gaze in front of him and he pushed forward; there was some resistance, but his steady pressure pushed past her entry.
Nelliel disobeyed her boyfriend's orders and screwed her eyes shut; her head falling back onto his shoulder and a whimper of mixed pain and pleasure escaped her swollen lips.
Grimmjow groaned at the tight, wet heat and couldn't help but thrust forward again to completely sheath himself inside her delicious, moist walls. He steadied himself and let out a breathy groan, pausing so she could get used to his size.
Nelliel bit her lip and moaned at the incredibly full feeling of him inside her. Sheer completion was all she could think. There was some resistance with her core stretching to accommodate his length. She wasn't a virgin, but she never been with a man as long and as thick as Grimmjow.
Remembering studying his size only moments ago, Nelliel knew there would be some pain, but she had come to trust that her boyfriend would never hurt her that way. Maybe it was because of how comfortable she was with him and how ready she was for this; she wanted all of Grimmjow: mind, body, and soul.
She moaned and let out a gasp when he pulled back and rolled his hips forward once more. He hissed as her walls gripped his dick, involuntarily sucking the life from within him. "Nugh… Dammit Nel…" he rasped out. "This shit feels so fuckin' good."
Grimmjow reached around and fondled her breasts, weighing the large mounds of flesh in his palms while his eyes settled on the woman in the mirror. She rolled her head to the side and panted against his lips; it felt amazing—he felt amazing! His pace began to increase and Nelliel cried to the heavens while the man she had lusted after for so long gave her great pleasure. She felt her center tighten with every stroke; the harder Grimmjow fucked her, the better it felt even if there was some pain, she wiggled her hips and tried to adjust to his size.
"Open yer eyes, Nel. I wan' ya ta see us."
Nelliel's eyes fluttered opened and she stared at their reflection in the mirror. Her neck was bruised from his kisses and bites. Indigo and burgundy marks decorated her pale skin, but she was proud to wear his signature around her neck like jewelry. Just like Grimmjow, she wanted the entire world to know that she was his. She was sure her wrists were marked as well from her bra binding them and she didn't care.
Her breasts bounced repeatedly in his hands with each upward thrust her boyfriend gave, and Nelliel cried out in delight, wanting Grimmjow to hear just how much she was enjoying it. She knew the sounds of her voice would encourage him to continue on; she knew her boyfriend would do anything to ensure she was completely satisfied.
She pushed down on his length with the full weight of her body, matching his violent thrusts with her own movements. Nelliel rotated her hips, circling her core against his erection, coating him with her juices. "Mmm… ahh… Yes Grimmjow… fuck me faster, make me come!"
Grimmjow let go of her breasts to squeeze his arms around his girlfriend's torso. Once his grip was locked, their eyes met in the mirror and he moved his body at rapid speed. He fucked her without abandon, enjoying every grip, every internal massage of her walls surrounding him as he paced faster within her.
Nelliel struggled against her restraint. How she desperately wanted to cling to him! She felt her walls tighten against his length and her vision blurred. Her mouth fell open and her eyes screwed shut as she lost control. Her body shook violently; her release was fast approaching while her moans vibrated against the walls of his bedroom.
She clamped her thighs around him and her body milked his dick, coating their joined bodies as she came. Nelliel panted heavily and slumped forward, her body no longer able to keep up with her boyfriend's.
Grimmjow gave a few more hard, powerful thrusts before he released his seed deep within his girlfriend. He grunted with each thrust, fully emptying himself inside her tight body. He bit her shoulder again and untied the knot of her bra from her wrists.
The moment Nelliel was free; she lifted herself from Grimmjow's flaccid length and turned to face him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pinned him to his bed, grinning from ear-to-ear. "Grimmjow… that… that was… amazing!"
The teal-haired man chuckled breathily and held his girlfriend close to his chest. He caressed her back as Nelliel rested her thigh over his hips. "I'm so sore," he heard her say. "But I feel so good."
Grimmjow settled against his pillows and rested his chin atop Nelliel's head. "And after this Nel, it's only gonna get better."
Her muscles began to relax and her eyes fluttered closed; she already felt herself lulling away to dreamland. In his arms, Nelliel felt safe and secure. There was no reason she had to doubt her boyfriend's words. "I know," she told him before she fell into a dreamless slumber.
. . . . .
I-I can't get this stuff off the spoon! (shakes spoon of the lemon syrup but is frustrated because it's stuck) Damn that's sticky!
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