Why

Pairing: ichigo x reader

She wanted to know why I never kissed her. It wasn't because I didn't want to. It wasn't because I didn't desire to. It wasn't because I hadn't fantasized about our tongues being intertwined in a passionate embrace.

It was because I knew she wasn't ready.

The truth is, I am not a good kisser.

No, I am a great kisser.

See, these lips, which were once teased by childhood tormentors for being…

Too full,

Too plump,

Too big…

Are capable of evoking unimaginable pleasure. The sweet caress of my mouth against yours would result in small quakes that would ripple down your spine and take residence in the warm crevices of your nether region.

See, when I kiss I do so with passion. I am not merely pressing my lips against yours and randomly letting my tongue trace the inner workings of your mouth. No, each subtle flicker of my strongest muscle is calculated and fixated on making you quiver. I don't simply kiss a woman.

I make love to her mouth.

With eyelids encasing our pupils in total darkness, I lean in and penetrate your orifice.

Deeply.

Intensely.

Provocatively.

I imagine my tongue frolicking through the foliage between your legs until I target in on your sweet spot. Our bated breaths synchronize and I lose myself in your rhythm.

My kisses are about more than just what my lips, tongue and mouth can and will do to you. No, it's about my right hand tracing your neck, while my left caresses your back. It's about the soft yet forceful grip of my embrace. It's about the sound of you moaning as what you've longed for so long is finally within your possession.

When I kiss a woman for real, it's not about pecks on the cheek or perfectly pursed lips converging on the same spot at the same time. No, my kisses are an assortment of delectable dalliances.

Moistened mouths melting.

Lingered licks on your bottom lip.

Magnetic attraction exploding upon contact.

The combination of these lips, this tongue and this mouth are orgasmic. They would spell doom for any semblance of celibacy you would try to hold on to.

If I were to unleash them all upon you it would cause your nipples to harden and panties to cream. Before you knew it my passionate embrace would travel from your lips to your hips, where equal parts pleasure would be derived for us both.

My kisses don't fade away into distant memories. No, they linger deep in your loins long after our lips have parted ways. There's no way to have just one small peck without requiring another and another.

The desire for more becomes overwhelming like an unquenched fire bubbling just under the surface. My kisses are tiny kegs of dynamite that pulsate in your lap until all you want is to explode in your own pool of pleasure.

She wanted to know why I never kissed her. It wasn't because I didn't want to. It wasn't because I didn't desire to. It wasn't because I hadn't fantasized about our tongues being intertwined in a passionate embrace.

It was because I knew she wasn't ready…

For a kiss like that.

For a kiss from me.