Death and Strawberry

Chapter 3: Bloody tomatoes

"K-ku-rosaki-kun. I--- I...hmnnn." She bit back her lower lip for the nth time, embarrased that their neighbors might hear her loud moans of pleasure.

He slowed down his thrusts, teasing her. "Say it, Inoue. I want to hear you say it." His voice husky, seductive. His lips just above her ear.

She slowly shook her head from right to left, stating her defiance.

But that's what he loved about her. She was strong-willed. And nothing more was enjoyable than teasing her.

Ichigo withdrew the entire length of his member from her womanhood, earning him a sigh of displeasure.

"Kurosaki-kun, you big meanie!" She covered her beet red face with both hands.

She was so close. How could he do that? She could feel tears prick the corner of her eyes.

He pried her hands open, revealing her glassy lust-filled gaze. Her red full lips in a pout.

She was too easy.

He bent down to kiss her. He bit her bottom lip and moved his tongue in. She gave in to his intrusion. Responding with the same intensity, kissing him back the way she knew he'd like.

He knew every nook and cranny of her mouth. And he loved how their tongues danced together.

He just loved the taste of her.And obviously she did too, as she arched her body closer to his, her ample bossom rubbing his toned chest. The mere contact burned.

With the fire rekindled, Ichigo took the opportunity to get the words out of her.

He positioned himself at her entrance. Rubbing his head at her clit. She shivered at the small contact.

"Please Kurosaki-kun. I cant take it anymore." She moved her hips upward meeting his. "Please, let me come."

He continued rubbing at her. "Make me come, Kurosaki-kun." She continued to beg. He wanted her to desperately want him.

"Tell me how much you want it."

"I want to come." Now the scores are even.

With her pearl engorged and her tight entrance ready, he thrust inside her. Inch by inch. In and out. Again and again. 

"I want all of you inside me." She snaked her arms around his neck for support, drawing their bodies closer. 

"And me, inside you." With one final thrust he buried himself inside her to the hilt.

"Hmn. Ah, Kurosaki-kun!!!"

Ichigo woke up to a start. What in bloody Soul Society's name was that dream about?

He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. He raked his finger through his hair. The spiky strands sticking to each other.

He threw off his blanket. He felt too hot. He was sweating.

Bloody hell. It was all too real. Even his body couldnt tell reality from illusion.

Her scream of pleasure kept ringing in his ear. The vivid image of her lying naked beneath him, panting and moaning his name was already ingraved in his memory.

Damn it.

The tent on his boxers belied his efforts. He had a growing problem and he needed to get rid of it, fast!

He cant go to work with his morning wood on full display.

What a bummer!

Ichigo got out of bed and was heading for the fridge to get himself some cold drink. But the image of yesterday's indecent incident flashed through his mind.