Warning: LEMON here to avoid this chapter if you don't want to read it. Don't complain to me later... ('cuz this took me some time to write T.T)
It was late at night and Rukia was still in her gallery trying to create something new. She was in her own special room in the basement where there was a bed, a bathroom, and a small kitchen for her pleasure so she could sleep there when she had to. It was almost like a studio. The room was filled with paints, brushes, pencils, sketchbooks, etc. The huge room was for her to use to draw for hours on end.
Rukia looked intently at her painting. "It's still lacking something…"
"Maybe you should try adding some brighter colors?"
Rukia turned around and found the owner of the voice leaning against the wall, hands in his pockets, and his usual grin on his face. She smiled back. "You mean like 'orange'?"
"Shut up," he glared.
"What makes you think you know anything about art?" She smirked.
Ichigo shrugged as he walked towards her. "I guess it's because I have a better eye than you."
"Ha! But I'm the artist here, not you," she said.
Ichigo wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. "I don't even know how or why people like your art," he whispered next to her ear, "I still think it sucks."
Rukia stomped on his foot, causing him to yelp in pain, though he did not release her.
"Make fun of my art all you want, but that won't change the fact that you're the only one who doesn't know what is truly artistic, thus cannot see what true beauty is," she snorted.
Ichigo pulled her closer and whispered: "I see you."
Rukia couldn't stop her giggles as he trailed kisses along her neck. "You sure do know how to make a girl blush."
"Only you," he replied, "I only know how to make you blush because you're the only one I dare speak this way to."
"Good reply."
Rukia turned around and the two locked their lips together. Their height difference had never been a problem because Ichigo would always lift her up to his level, allowing Rukia to easily wrap her legs around his waist.
Ichigo quickly walked over to the bed in the corner of the room. He dropped Rukia on it and stood in front of her trying to undo his belt. "Fucking belt… Why won't it come off!" He grunted as he almost ripped the belt off his pants.
Rukia was getting annoyed so she sat up and helped him. "Stop fidgeting so much—mmph!" She was interrupted when Ichigo's belt finally came off and the top button undone, he pushed her down and started to roughly kiss her. Their tongues kept battling it out, wanting to explore the other's mouth faster.
"You need to shut up," he said in between kisses.
Rukia just moaned, letting him know that she didn't care what he was saying, but just wanted him to keep going at the pace that they were going.
The orange head smiled against her mouth as he lifted her shirt off of her body, while Rukia quickly undid the buttons on his shirt. She threw it off of him and let her hands roam around his muscles. Ever since the first time they had sex (while being conscious of it), Rukia has always been fascinated by how well chiseled his body was. And Ichigo didn't mind it at all. In fact, it made him feel more proud of his body knowing that it was pleasing the woman he was with.
Ichigo lowered his lips from her mouth to her neck, nipping at every inch of skin he could get. His hands made their way towards her back and started to undo the clasp of the bra that was hiding her breasts. As soon as her bra was off Ichigo immediately dove down to one of her mounds. Rukia gasped as she felt his tongue licking her hard nipple and one of his hands kneading the other one. She grabbed a handful of his orange hair and tugged on it. Ichigo knew that when she pulled his hair it was out of pure pleasure. Feeling more confident about himself, Ichigo lowered one of his hands to tug off the shorts that she was wearing.
Rukia moaned against his ears as she felt him trying to get her shorts off. It was exciting her even more as the damn thing finally came off. She gasped when Ichigo quickly pressed his finger against her underwear. As he applied more pressure on her womanhood, Rukia arch her back, offering more of herself to Ichigo.
"I-Ichigo…mmm," she moaned.
Music to his ears.
Ichigo groaned and lifted his head to kiss Rukia on the lips again. He could feel her wetness and it was making his pants even tighter. He quickly took off the rest of his pants, his boxers along with it. Rukia looked down and saw his hard manhood that screamed out Ichigo's pleasure. No matter how many times she saw it, it still made her blush, which Ichigo often times told her it made her look cute and innocent.
Slowly Ichigo slipped his hand underneath her underwear and inserted a finger. Rukia gasped loudly against his lips, gasping for air which he wasn't providing. She felt herself getting lost to the pleasure that he was giving her. Ichigo was inserting his finger in and out of her, loving the feeling of being connected to her. He curled his digit inside of her and pulled back out, feeling himself getting harder as she moan louder.
Ichigo sat up and pulled the underwear off completely, tossing it on top of the pile of clothes on the ground. Spreading Rukia's legs even wider he bent down and allowed his tongue to lick her. A jolt went up Rukia's back as she grabbed his hair again, not to push him off but to keep him there to continue to pleasure her folds. He got the message. Ichigo used his fingers to spread her folds apart so that he could shove his tongue in her and play inside.
"Ichigo!" Rukia gasped as her hold on him got tighter.
"Mmph," Ichigo grunted as he found the pink, throbbing stub that always looked like candy to his eyes.
He licked it and felt her fidgeting like crazy. He loved it when she was powerless against him. Ichigo surrounded the stub with his mouth and started to suck on it. At the same time he inserted not just one but two fingers in her. Rukia couldn't stop herself from screaming with pleasure as she finally allowed herself go. He felt the hot liquid coming out of her as his fingers kept pumping in and out of her. Ichigo kept his gaze on her beautiful face to watch her ride out her orgasm. He kept licking away her juices as his fingers now played with the little stub.
"Ichigo, please!" Rukia begged.
Ichigo lifted himself away from Rukia's womanhood and placed little kisses everywhere as he reached for her lips. He positioned himself on top of her and moaned as his manhood brushed against her inner thighs.
"You ready?" he asked.
Rukia, even at a time like this, glared at him. "'You need to shut up,'" she quoted him.
Ichigo smiled and clamped his mouth hard against Rukia's as he slowly pushed himself inside of her. The two moaned loudly but their lips didn't part. They weren't kissing but breathing in each other's breath.
Ichigo slowly started to move. At first he pulled out of her so that only the tip was still in her. Then he thrust back in with a little bit more force. He filled her up with that stroke and it was making them both lose their minds. He continued to thrust into her with a slow pace, not wanting to hurt her. Rukia knew this because every time they had sex (except for that one time last month) he would treat her as if she was fragile, not wanting to hurt her. But she never got hurt. Although she liked the fact that he cared a lot about her, she wanted him to give her all the pleasure he could offer, knowing full well it would satisfy him too.
"Ichigo—" she gasped, "Faster—harder—"
He continued to groan, not sure if he should do as he was told. Ichigo knew she wanted more and that she could handle it. Heck, she went through childbirth, twice! But still, he didn't want to hurt her. He was afraid that someday she might not want him anymore if he was too aggressive.
"Ichigo," Rukia whispered as she placed her left palm against his right cheek, "I'm going to be fine."
"But—"
"Please," she begged, "Give me your all."
That was all she had to say. Ichigo frantically kissed her again as he quickened the pace, driving himself deeper into her. She was loving it. He knew from the screams and moans, heck, even from the scratches her nails were making all over his body. The thought of her loving everything that he was giving her… the thought that only he could make her scream with ecstasy made him thrust harder.
"Ichigo!"
Rukia screamed as she tightened her walls around his hard erection. Ichigo continued to thrust into her even as he felt her hot liquid pouring out of her again. He was nearing his climax and he was going to end it with a bang.
"Rukia—" he gasped. He held her hips even harder, knowing it was going to leave a bruise. But Rukia didn't seem to mind as she kept gasping.
"ICHIGO!" Rukia let out one final scream.
That was it.
Ever time he heard his name escaping her mouth while in pleasure made him crazy. And most of the time it was what triggered him to climax. Ichigo's hold on her hip tightened as he shoved himself as deep as he could within her to release himself, thrusting a few more times to empty out as much as possible.
After what seemed like minutes Ichigo slowly pulled out of her and dropped to his side, next to Rukia. They were both trying to catch their breath, but smiles could be seen across their faces. Ichigo wrapped his arms around her, and Rukia moved closer, setting her head against his shoulder.
"Told you I only know how to make you blush," he whispered next to her ear.
Rukia laughed.
Ichigo smiled as he kissed her temple. "And I better be the only one."
"Blushing is something I can't help when someone gives me a complement," Rukia replied, "But, you are the only one that knows how to make me scream with pleasure."
Ichigo smiled devilishly at her last comment. "And don't forget that I'm the only one who knows how to make you beg."
Rukia lightly slapped his chest. "And you should be glad."
Ichigo rubbed the sore spot and laughed. "And I would love to hear it again."
"What—"
Rukia's words were cut off again as Ichigo kissed her and pulled the bed covers over their heads.
A/N: Horny Ichigo. lol
well, go to the next chapter for some more fun! but no sex there... well, maybe just a little -wink wink
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