... for home-stay.
“Your family is gone for the weekend.” The cat purred, moving her leg over his waist so she could straddle that sweet spot she wanted to feel pumping inside her. Just the thought of it brought heat to pool between her thighs, along with the wetness that came with it. She didn’t mind that her arousal and wanton need for him was so obvious. She found being forward allowed her to get what she wanted. Though, she wasn’t exactly sure what she wanted anymore.
She had thought getting out her sexual frustrations the first couple of times would have done it for her. But instead, it did the opposite. The more she and Ichigo stole moments from each other, the more addictive it became, the more she wanted it. The more she wanted more. He was a drug, to put it in the most cheesiest way possible.
Shifting her hips against his, Yoruichi lent down, her breathing agitating the reaper, and she could already feel him harden beneath her. Obviously he had the same attraction towards her. It was unbearable, the sexual tension.
“We need to stop this.” Ichigo murmured, even as he reached up to caress her cheek, and move his hand down her neck to lightly trail his finger down her cleavage. Did she have any idea how much he loved her tits? He guessed she had a clue by the smirk on her face.
“I know.” Was her only reply ...