... on his nipple, his hands were busy teasing her own nipples to aching readiness. Her hand trailed down his sculpted abs until she found the fine, smooth hair that led to her prize.
Ichigo was in sweet agony. He was trying so hard to be good and lie there while she tortured him but he didn't know how much longer he could last! When her hand danced over his pants and she began rubbing him through the silk, he squeezed his eyes shut and let out a strangled shout.
Hearing the guttural sound tear from Ichigo's throat at her simple caress, Rukia's desire slammed back into her full force. She swallowed and licked her lips as she carefully removed his pants to reveal the hard, throbbing length of him. Rukia's eyes blackened as the demon within surged to the forefront. He. Is. A. Fucking. God…. "Ichigo," she breathed huskily.
His scalding gaze held hers as she licked him base to tip. She continued to lick him until his legs literally shook from the effort it took to keep from finishing and he had a death grip on the bloody sheet beneath him. Neither one of them heard the knock at the door nor did they notice the woman who stepped inside.
When she finally relented and took him into her mouth, Ichigo's body jerked hard. He looked down and saw her trying to take more of him into her mouth and he felt a twinge of guilt. She was so fucking small and he had always been…well…big. The ...