... next few minutes were spent with heated breathes and almost inaudible moans. Yoruichi rubbed her thighs together as best she could to quell the pulsing. God, she hated wanting him this badly. She never got any fucking reprieve!
“Then what are you doing here?” Ichigo continued, sitting up. One arm came around to hold her against him while the other tangled his hand in her hair, holding her neck to the side so he could place heated wet kisses against her smooth chocolate skin. The Goddess gasped softly, her own hands moving to his hair as she spoke in a hushed tone.
“I can’t help it, Ichigo.” She almost felt helpless. But his arms seemed to brush away any worries she had and the solace that she could have with him was worth any name calling she received from Byakuya. The man had found out about her ‘meetings’ with the newest shinigami, but had said nothing to the captain general. Yet, that is. She gasped when his hand hit the bare skin of her back, from the way her shirt lifted just above the swell of her ass. His lips were already doing a number on her, and she could only spread her thighs more, shifting to feel more of that sweet, sweet hardness. “I…just…I” The words were lost on her lips as his hand moved up her waist to gently caress the side of her breast. Instantly the nipple beaded, aching...