...a better note, her musky scent was wafting up to him now, only making his mouth water more. Ichigo began that trail with his lips, stopping upon each breast to lavish attention upon her raised nipples. She squirmed beneath him, hand on his shoulders, nails digging into skin. He didn’t pay attention, and instead focused his tongue around her belly button.
When he finally dipped his head between her thighs, Yoruichi gasped feeling his breath against her heat. God, did he know what he was doing to her? Her thighs trembled, and Ichigo smirked.
“Anxious?” He asked, though it wasn’t meant to be answered. Instead, his lip settled upon her thigh, trailing his tongue across the meaty flesh before moving his face over her sweet center. He took pride in knowing he was the one who got her so wet. Cupping her thighs in his hand, he gave no warning as he brought his tongue out to lap at her molten hot slit. He put pressure into his licks, moving between the folds where his lips encased her swollen, pulsing clit.
Yoruichi couldn’t help herself, she screamed out in pleasure as she felt her orgasm ripping through her. Fuck foreplay! She wanted him now. Pulling him up, she crashed her lips to his own, tasting herself upon his lips. She paid no attention to the smirk forming on his ...