...y. “I need you.”
And that was what did it for him. His mouth crashed down upon hers, the roughness of it eliciting a moan from his Goddess. Her body arched, hips bucking up trying to feel that length she wanted buried within her right fucking now. A moan parted her lips, and Ichigo took full advantage, his tongue seeking her own. The two locked in a passionate battle for dominance, tongues colliding, and lips meshing repeatedly. Ichigo let go of her wrist, and with both hands free, the Goddess reached down to grasp the hem of his shirt.
The two lovers broke the kiss only for a moment so she could pull off his shirt, and immediately locked lips once the annoying piece of cloth hit the floor.
“Why’d you have to wear clothes?” He complained in a husky whisper as his hand squeezed the firm roundness of her right breast. Moaning at his motion, the Goddess sent him an apology with her eyes and he chuckled, reaching down to pull the tank over her head even from her position. He tossed the shirt across the room, hearing it hit the floor with a small swoosh. His eyes feasted upon the wonderful sight of her two assets. Their size had appeal, and that appeal made him hornier. His...