Swallowing thickly, Ichigo took one of her tiny wrists in one hand and her other wrist in the other hand. He carefully pulled them away from her front side, and while he could feel her trembling faintly in nervousness, he could also tell she was trying her hardest not to hide herself in front of him. She had turned her head to the side and closed her eyes tight in some mortification as she exposed herself to him.
Just then, Ichigo let himself bury his nose in the top of her cleavage, pressing a kiss to her sternum as he murmured, “Don’t hide yourself...” It was lame to say that, he knew, but it seemed like she needed reassurance.
He let go of her wrists and resumed his ministrations on her breasts. One hand handled the molding and kneading while he shifted himself to tentatively wrap his lips around the nipple of the other. Orihime squeaked in surprise, and then followed with a shaky moan as he began to suck and lick at her now hardened nipple. Her hands fell right back to his orange head, her fingers immediately threading themselves through his bright spikes while she threw her head back in abandon.
She found herself realizing just how bad her quickly heated problem between her thighs was becoming and she couldn’t help but rub her thighs together in hope of some relief. Ichigo had vaguely noticed this as he switched breasts, instead providing attention to her neglected twin. With his hand, he tweaked and tugged ever so slightly at her nipple, causing her to gasp and moan.
“I-Ichigo,” her voice had a hint of urgency as she dropped the suffix and reactively pulled on his hair. Ichigo groaned and gave her nipple another lick before returning to force quite a deep kiss to her swollen lips. His hands snaked to her thighs, pushing up her pencil skirt a little bit before moving to cup her ass and pull her close. This caused their chests to be flesh up against one another as Ichigo squeezed her backside and grinded into her heat. Orihime’s voice rose in octaves with that single action and his name was said more desperately than any other time before. “O-Oh, Ichigo...”
Orihime’s hips unthinkingly bucked against his, meeting him stroke for stroke as he continually thrusted into her frustratingly still clothed core. Ichigo growled and thrusted his hand under her skirt, searching for her panties that were most definitely going to be removed as soon as he got a hold of them.
“W-What about my skirt?” Orihime asked breathlessly, startling him for a second with her random inquiry. “And your pants?”
“What about them?” he groaned, finding the band of her underwear and pulling them down her legs. Lacy pink panties that matched her bra; it didn’t surprise him in the slightest, but it still turned him on. “You can leave your skirt on, you know,” he blurted out, tossing aside her panties, definitely noticing how wet they were. He felt his already hardened cock twitch at the thought of how he was the one to do that to her.
She gasped in a tone that was much different than expected for this situation. “W-We can?” she asked innocently, blushing hard at how Ichigo tossed her panties over his shoulder like he did. He now went for the belt of his pants and she could only watch in some mesmerization at what he was doing.
“Of course. We can do whatever we want,” he growled, undoing the belt and removing it as quick as he could. His hands flew to his button and zipper and he soon allowed his fully erect cock some freedom. Orihime gasped in embarrassment, but couldn’t let herself look away anyway. Ichigo was unsure of whether or not to take her staring as a bad thing or not, so he coughed and brought his hands to her cheeks and guided her to look straight at him instead. “You ready?” he asked just in case, despite his own wants protesting to take her already. Orihime’s eyes were wide as she nodded slowly and cautiously wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
“Y-Yeah...” she stuttered, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. She seemed to be trying to calm herself when Ichigo took initiative to pull her as close as he could to the edge of the desk and then align himself with her slick opening.
One swift, but also seemingly tormentingly slow thrust into Orihime’s body had them both moaning and groaning. Orihime whined slightly with a tone of pain apparent, and Ichigo knew he had to take it slow. His member throbbed as he was enveloped in Orihime’s inner walls and Ichigo carefully pulled himself out some before thrusting back into her. It was a slow pattern at first, Orihime’s voice starting out quiet as she moaned every time he thrusting into her, but Ichigo felt himself growing frantic and his pace grew faster.
Orihime was breathing heavily and her voice grew louder. Ichigo was grunting as he pushed and pulled into her supple body and he was desperate as he cupped her ass and thrusted hard into her. It was such a wonderful feeling, something he never wanted to end. Few things shook around on her desk as he pounded relentlessly into her and Orihime was panting his name. “I-Ichigo, I... Oh, Ichigo...”
She gasped and half-moaned, half-shrieked his name, probably loud enough for anyone walking by to hear, and felt her world shatter around her and her senses be flooded with the utmost pleasure. Orihime shuddered hard from the experience, yet still felt Ichigo thrust maddeningly into her core while groaning her name. She was just beginning to come down from her high when Ichigo grunted and stiffened mid-thrust and pouring his hot seed inside of her. While she was boneless in his arms, he was swearing up a storm at the overwhelming feeling of pleasure. “F-Fuck,” he groaned, pulling her close and seeing his vision blur at the flood of arousing pleasure.
The room became quiet sans the panting and breathing that came from the closely intertwined couple by the desk. Orihime rested her forehead on his shoulder and her arms snaked around his midsection to rest on his back. Her blunt nails dug slightly into his back, but he didn’t care in the slightest. He was just feeling pretty damn happy and well-spent as he held the wonderful woman in his arms.
“So...” he murmured into her hair, smirking faintly to himself. “Are you sure there wasn’t anything else you needed me to do before I take my leave?” Orihime couldn’t help but giggle nervously and smile at a repetition of his question from way earlier.
Breathing in deep as she nuzzled into his shoulder, she replied, “Actually, I’m sure there’s something else I can find for you to do, Ichigo-kun.”
Just then, Ichigo let himself bury his nose in the top of her cleavage, pressing a kiss to her sternum as he murmured, “Don’t hide yourself...” It was lame to say that, he knew, but it seemed like she needed reassurance.
He let go of her wrists and resumed his ministrations on her breasts. One hand handled the molding and kneading while he shifted himself to tentatively wrap his lips around the nipple of the other. Orihime squeaked in surprise, and then followed with a shaky moan as he began to suck and lick at her now hardened nipple. Her hands fell right back to his orange head, her fingers immediately threading themselves through his bright spikes while she threw her head back in abandon.
She found herself realizing just how bad her quickly heated problem between her thighs was becoming and she couldn’t help but rub her thighs together in hope of some relief. Ichigo had vaguely noticed this as he switched breasts, instead providing attention to her neglected twin. With his hand, he tweaked and tugged ever so slightly at her nipple, causing her to gasp and moan.
“I-Ichigo,” her voice had a hint of urgency as she dropped the suffix and reactively pulled on his hair. Ichigo groaned and gave her nipple another lick before returning to force quite a deep kiss to her swollen lips. His hands snaked to her thighs, pushing up her pencil skirt a little bit before moving to cup her ass and pull her close. This caused their chests to be flesh up against one another as Ichigo squeezed her backside and grinded into her heat. Orihime’s voice rose in octaves with that single action and his name was said more desperately than any other time before. “O-Oh, Ichigo...”
Orihime’s hips unthinkingly bucked against his, meeting him stroke for stroke as he continually thrusted into her frustratingly still clothed core. Ichigo growled and thrusted his hand under her skirt, searching for her panties that were most definitely going to be removed as soon as he got a hold of them.
“W-What about my skirt?” Orihime asked breathlessly, startling him for a second with her random inquiry. “And your pants?”
“What about them?” he groaned, finding the band of her underwear and pulling them down her legs. Lacy pink panties that matched her bra; it didn’t surprise him in the slightest, but it still turned him on. “You can leave your skirt on, you know,” he blurted out, tossing aside her panties, definitely noticing how wet they were. He felt his already hardened cock twitch at the thought of how he was the one to do that to her.
She gasped in a tone that was much different than expected for this situation. “W-We can?” she asked innocently, blushing hard at how Ichigo tossed her panties over his shoulder like he did. He now went for the belt of his pants and she could only watch in some mesmerization at what he was doing.
“Of course. We can do whatever we want,” he growled, undoing the belt and removing it as quick as he could. His hands flew to his button and zipper and he soon allowed his fully erect cock some freedom. Orihime gasped in embarrassment, but couldn’t let herself look away anyway. Ichigo was unsure of whether or not to take her staring as a bad thing or not, so he coughed and brought his hands to her cheeks and guided her to look straight at him instead. “You ready?” he asked just in case, despite his own wants protesting to take her already. Orihime’s eyes were wide as she nodded slowly and cautiously wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
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One swift, but also seemingly tormentingly slow thrust into Orihime’s body had them both moaning and groaning. Orihime whined slightly with a tone of pain apparent, and Ichigo knew he had to take it slow. His member throbbed as he was enveloped in Orihime’s inner walls and Ichigo carefully pulled himself out some before thrusting back into her. It was a slow pattern at first, Orihime’s voice starting out quiet as she moaned every time he thrusting into her, but Ichigo felt himself growing frantic and his pace grew faster.
Orihime was breathing heavily and her voice grew louder. Ichigo was grunting as he pushed and pulled into her supple body and he was desperate as he cupped her ass and thrusted hard into her. It was such a wonderful feeling, something he never wanted to end. Few things shook around on her desk as he pounded relentlessly into her and Orihime was panting his name. “I-Ichigo, I... Oh, Ichigo...”
She gasped and half-moaned, half-shrieked his name, probably loud enough for anyone walking by to hear, and felt her world shatter around her and her senses be flooded with the utmost pleasure. Orihime shuddered hard from the experience, yet still felt Ichigo thrust maddeningly into her core while groaning her name. She was just beginning to come down from her high when Ichigo grunted and stiffened mid-thrust and pouring his hot seed inside of her. While she was boneless in his arms, he was swearing up a storm at the overwhelming feeling of pleasure. “F-Fuck,” he groaned, pulling her close and seeing his vision blur at the flood of arousing pleasure.
The room became quiet sans the panting and breathing that came from the closely intertwined couple by the desk. Orihime rested her forehead on his shoulder and her arms snaked around his midsection to rest on his back. Her blunt nails dug slightly into his back, but he didn’t care in the slightest. He was just feeling pretty damn happy and well-spent as he held the wonderful woman in his arms.
“So...” he murmured into her hair, smirking faintly to himself. “Are you sure there wasn’t anything else you needed me to do before I take my leave?” Orihime couldn’t help but giggle nervously and smile at a repetition of his question from way earlier.
Breathing in deep as she nuzzled into his shoulder, she replied, “Actually, I’m sure there’s something else I can find for you to do, Ichigo-kun.”
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