...he groaned out, hating how he tortured her. She made a note to do the same to him when giving him a blow job. Though, all thoughts of getting revenge left her mind when she felt his hand move down her body, over her stomach causing her mid drift to tighten and tingle. Her legs spread more in anticipation as she felt his hand dip into her shorts.
A loud moan erupted from her, feeling his hand cup her warm, and moist womanhood. Fuck, what was he trying to do to her?!
“Ichigo!” She gasped, his hand moving against her, rubbing the sensitive clit of hers to an almost unbearable tingling. “Please, please, please… uunh.” She moaned louder, arching her back. A smirk lit up his face, and she was too busy tilting her head back to notice. His lips moved up her chest, and her neck to her ear where his breath was hot and only added to the moment.
“You’re so wet, Yoruichi…” Ichigo grinned, nibbling on her ear lobe before inhaling the scent that was purely hers. A mixture of cherry blossoms and an exotic vanilla. There was a hint of sandalwood. And the smell was so sweet and intoxicating. His fingers spread her folds, causing her to buck and moan. He allowed his middle finger to trace up and down her slit. “You seem to like it when I touch you this way…” His voice trailed, in that way she hated. Hated it because of what it did to her. The more his hand moved, ...