Death and Strawberry

Chapter 10: King and horse

Orihime threw caution to the wind. This was Ichigo. And she didnt mind. It was him after all.

She's doing this not because he sweet talked her into it, but because this is what she wanted. She was done thinking of what ifs and what should have been. Que sera, sera as the saying goes.

He hoisted her up, walked into her bedroom, flipped her into the bed and laid her gently.

She moaned as he trailed his fingers in light caresses over her ribs, slowly moving higher and higher until his hand brushed against the top of her bra.

She pulled back gasping. She worked her hands at his shoulders, removing the jacket and revealing the gray top underneath. She ran her hands down his arms, feeling the well defined muscle, kneading at it with each slow movement. Ichigo shivered.

.

She tasted sweet, right, and Ichigo could never remember being more turned on in his life. He licked against Inoue's lips, groaning when she parted and their tongues tangled. He felt himself hardening, and with each delicious scrape of pressure as they moved he felt himself catapulted.

He nudged her legs apart with his knee, letting her ride him as they continued to kiss. His hand grasped the bottom of her dress, hiking it up so that he could feel her bare skin.

Inoue looked really good in the pretty little number. He would have to thank Chizuru later.

He reached behind her back and unhooked her bra then eased his hands under the now loose cups. He took one breast in hand, balancing the perfectly shaped orb in it. His thumb flicked over the hard nipple and she moaned and kissed at his neck. He did it again, twice in quick succession and she jumped a little, grinding down hard onto his leg.

"Ku-rosaki-kun..."

His mouth felt too full, he kissed her neck, licking at the pulse where he knew she loved. He couldn't get enough of the salty sweet taste of Orihime's skin and sucked harder and harder.

He felt her hand drift down and undo the button on his jeans, a hand sneaking lower until one of her fingers skimmed over the straining flesh of his erect cock.

With the shock of the contact, he bit down harder than he wanted and heard her gasp, though this time from some mix of pleasure-pain.

He unzipped his fly and removed his pants. He wanted her to feel good so when she pulled his boxers down, he let her.

.

She pushed him a little. Her hands were getting impatient. "Your clothes. They're on the way." He reached at the collar on his back and pulled off his shirt discarding it. He kissed her again missing the contact.

She ran her hand down his torso and followed the dip the curve of his hips made. She slipped her hand on the elastic band and felt his warm flesh on the tips of her fingers.

He discarded his clothes and when he was down to his underwear, he gave her liberty to strip him off. He sprung free and all she could do was stare. He had the right size, length and width. And she couldnt wait for him to take her. He seemed excited too, judging by the precum on his head.

She was doing this to him. She had this effect on Ichigo. She was feeling so good. It was a sin.

.

He hadnt even started yet and she was already bursting at the seams. She was already so wet that by the time he reached down to cup her sex, he could feel the damp on the fabric of her lacey panty.

He slipped a finger on each side of the waist band and pulled down slowly, peeling her off like some juicy fruit. Rolling the small piece of cloth down her thighs, to her knees.