..., shifting to feel more of that sweet, sweet hardness. “I…just…I” The words were lost on her lips as his hand moved up her waist to gently caress the side of her breast. Instantly the nipple beaded, aching for attention. “Oohh.” She cooed, leaning her head back as his lips dipped down her throat, towards her breasts.
Several months ago, Ichigo had been nothing but a novice at this. Interaction lasted only minutes, and now, as he progressed his skill, she found him pleasuring her for hours. The boy seemed to replenish energy fast, as soon as she came, he was hard and ready to go again.
They were, as Renji would put it, a bunch of horny rabbits.
“You what?” Ichigo asked in a husky tone. He no longer felt the annoyance, his cock was stiff and throbbing. He wanted this just as much as she did, and while he knew what she would say, he still wanted to hear the words from her. This entire thing meant more to them than they were willing to admit, but that was the beauty of it. Having no strings attached, yet being able to love the other like no one else could. And they both knew no other would ever have them. Ichigo was just as much Yoruichi’s as she was his. It didn’t need to be proclaimed to be known...