It had taken time, for her to get comfortable. For both of them, really. Ichigo had always found himself awkward about sex, about relationships. The kind of thing that Yoruichi or Rangiku had delighted in teasing him over, when he was a lot more naive, a lot more uncomfortable. Even actually being with a girl, with Orihime, had still left him uneasy how to be forward, how to share his desires - and he'd known that Orihime had felt the same.
But they'd gotten there, bit by bit. And they'd been rewarded, frankly, by their time together just getting better and better, more and more satisfying. She'd helped him lower his guard, and he'd helped her find her comfort, and he never wanted to stop.
Even if it left him, well, a little pushy, now. A little teasing. And he loved it. Because he could see how it was getting under her skin, how it was making her worked up underneath him. The way she whimpered, the way she clutched at him, and her insides getting more and more heated, clinging at his fingers. Just those reactions, just that need only made him feel harder for her, and he pumped his fingers inside of her in a determined rhythm, smirking a little at how she pled.
"But I am inside of you," he told her, curving his fingers up in a deliberate arc to press against where he knew that she was even more sensitive. He was diligent, after all, and the same parts of him that made him a talented swordsman or a valiant protector meant that he was just as focused on learning her body, and her pleasure. He'd taken his time, and he knew so well how to make her come.
When he wanted to. He just didn't want to, yet, and he was sure that she knew that. That he was going to press, and tease, but not let her drop, not yet. And he kept his fingers working as he moved his other hand up, hooking down the cup of her bra so that he could swipe his tongue across her nipple. "If you want more, you have to tell me. Exactly."
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But they'd gotten there, bit by bit. And they'd been rewarded, frankly, by their time together just getting better and better, more and more satisfying. She'd helped him lower his guard, and he'd helped her find her comfort, and he never wanted to stop.
Even if it left him, well, a little pushy, now. A little teasing. And he loved it. Because he could see how it was getting under her skin, how it was making her worked up underneath him. The way she whimpered, the way she clutched at him, and her insides getting more and more heated, clinging at his fingers. Just those reactions, just that need only made him feel harder for her, and he pumped his fingers inside of her in a determined rhythm, smirking a little at how she pled.
"But I am inside of you," he told her, curving his fingers up in a deliberate arc to press against where he knew that she was even more sensitive. He was diligent, after all, and the same parts of him that made him a talented swordsman or a valiant protector meant that he was just as focused on learning her body, and her pleasure. He'd taken his time, and he knew so well how to make her come.
When he wanted to. He just didn't want to, yet, and he was sure that she knew that. That he was going to press, and tease, but not let her drop, not yet. And he kept his fingers working as he moved his other hand up, hooking down the cup of her bra so that he could swipe his tongue across her nipple. "If you want more, you have to tell me. Exactly."