Hello beautiful people! So, yes, my username has changed because of this chapter/story - personal reasons. Anyways, long chapter! Yay! I would like to thank my beautiful love Ever Angel 27 for helping me with this story and editing this chapter. There's no one else who I would trust my lemon chapters with!

Warning: Lemon ahead - major adult theme.

Disclaimer: All rites to Tite Kubo except for this story.

Ichigo held onto this beautiful stranger's hand and stopped before reaching his car. He loosened his grip and turned around to face her.

"My place is about a 15 minute drive from here. If you live closer, we could go to yours…?" His question hung in the air as Orihime just stared at him, a small smile playing on her face. "Or did you want to do something else…?" Ichigo's confusion was clear, making the woman before him laugh.

"No, it's not that. I've just never met a man who is so blunt about having sex, let alone offering their own place. The guys I meet usually have confidence inside and then lose it once we're outside, and have the expectation that I'm inviting them over. This is refreshing." She smiled wide and breathed out a short laugh. "You do live closer than I do, so that'll be fine." She looked up at him and saw that he was smiling, but looked slightly shocked as well.

"Well, then we better get going." His car beeped, indicating that it was unlocked. He held open the passenger door and Orihime raised her eyebrows staring at the car.

"What a weird coincidence…" She whispered to herself.

"What is?"

She jumped back, and answered, "We have the same car. Just different colors," she slid inside on the passenger seat and breathed in deeply, slightly smelling a hint of cologne. She heard his shoes walk around to the driver's side, opening the door and sitting down smoothly.

"Tesla S 70D. Mine is gray instead of black. Although, I might kind of be wishing I got it in black instead," she chuckled and smoothed her dress out of habit.

Ichigo's eyes averted to the movement of her hands and saw that the hem of her dress was higher, revealing more of her smooth, toned thighs and long legs. He felt his cheeks slightly burn and he quickly turned the car on, knots filling deep within his stomach.

Orihime noticed him looking at her legs and smirked, but decided to not say anything about it. She put on her seatbelt and tugged on the one that went across her chest to give her more breathing room. Sometimes she really hated having large breasts.

"Feels weird being in the passenger seat…" she softly said out loud, pouting. Ichigo only laughed and drove off into the bright lights of the city.

"Well, this time you can enjoy the scenery," he noted.

"That's true, New York is beautiful in the night time," Orihime agreed, her eyes gazing over the infinite skyscrapers and glaring neon signs. There was a small silence until she heard the man beside her clear his throat.

"My name is Ichigo, by the way. I don't know if you want a last name as well…" He quickly glanced over at the auburn and back on the road. He slowed down for the red light and waited for her response.

"It's probably best we stick on a first name basis. I'm Orihime." Can't have him find out who I am… Orihime kept on looking past the window as to not look at him, even though she felt like he was looking at her.

Thank goodness. Can't have her find out who I am… "Sounds good to me." Ichigo's hand slightly tightened on the steering wheel and quickly drove off when the light turned green.

(…)

Ichigo opened the door to his penthouse, stepping aside for Orihime to walk ahead of him.

Even with her heels on, he towered over her.

Her heels clacked against the cream tiles. There were stairs leading down before her and to her left was an ornate mahogany dining table. Orihime walked to her right into the living room and saw the outside terrace through the large windows. There was a clear view of the city, the One World Trade Center shining brightly beneath the stars.

"Want to go outside and see the view?" Orihime slightly jumped, his proximity startling her. She blushed, her heart hammering in her chest, and could only nod. He reached around her, placing his right hand lightly on her waist, his left sliding the door open. She stepped out on the terrace, his hand still placed on her waist. He was leading her to the edge, and Orihime marveled at the view.

It was so much better outside.

The wind slightly blew through her bangs, slightly putting them out of place. Ichigo couldn't stop looking at her. She looked even more beautiful in the moonlight and lights of the city. He traced his thumb across her cheek, disturbing her awe of the city. Orihime turned her face towards him, her lips slightly parting, her breathing slightly increasing.

Ichigo slowly reached down to kiss her, their lips finally touching again. He slightly pulled back, both of their cheeks flushed with color. "Are you sure about this?" He asked softly.

Orihime lightly laughed and responded, "I may have drank a little, but I'm not drunk, so the decision-making part of my brain isn't impaired, so, yeah, I'm sure."

"Thank God." Ichigo grabbed the back of her head and rushed his lips on hers, a lot rougher than before. Orihime stepped back from the sudden power, but his hand on her back kept her steady. She kissed him back with the same ferocity, their tongues mingling with one another. She ran her hands through his hair, soft surprisingly, massaging his scalp simultaneously. He ran his hand up and down her bare back, sending shivers down her spine. Their heated bodies were a stark contrast to the chill of the night. Ichigo leaned her against the banister, pressing his body against her. She could feel his already hardened member against her lower abdomen. He could feel her large breasts pushed against his chest, somehow soft, yet firm.

He couldn't wait to touch every inch of her skin, have her whole body against his without any barriers.

He began to plant kisses down her neck, her head leaning to the side to give him more room.

"Just one condition," she suddenly breathed out.

"What's that?" He asked between kisses.

"We have to use a condom," she blurted rather loudly.

Ichigo stopped and looked at her questioningly. "What made you think that we wouldn't?"

"Nothing did. I just needed to be sure. There have been one too many experiences where men thought otherwise…" Orihime trailed off, not looking at him in the eye anymore. He moved his head to her line of vision and smiled. "Well, that isn't me." Orihime blushed and he kissed her again. "Let's go inside." He grabbed her hand and led her through his home, down the stairs, towards his bedroom. Orihime couldn't see everything in his home due to the darkness, but could tell it was definitely decorated exquisitely with expensive furniture. This almost rivals my own penthouse… He finally led her past a few rooms and they entered the master bedroom. His bedroom.

The moonlight was the only lighting in the room, revealing the large king sized bed with two bedside tables matching the wooden bedpost. A cream armchair sat in the corner of the room with a lonely book lying on the cushion.

"Could I use the restroom before we…?" Ichigo nodded before she finished her question.

"It's past the closet there," he pointed to the corner to the left of the room and Orihime walked in the direction he pointed at. The closet was extremely large, clothes hanging neatly on hangars and folded on shelves. Further back was a door and Orihime entered, feeling the wall for a light switch. The light came on, slightly blinding her for a second, the bathroom appearing before her eyes. She softly closed the door behind her and stood against it.

Okay, deep breaths Orihime… She couldn't understand why her heart was hammering in her chest. She's had one-night stands before. Why did this time feel so different? It was almost like she was going to have sex for the first time. The way he made her feel was nothing she could ever describe. No man caused this reaction in her. Just thinking about their previous make out session made her weak in the knees. Orihime bit her lip and looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was messy from their previous activities and the dancing and she finally let it down from the super messy bun. Her auburn hair fell in tresses forming soft waves. She smoothed down the top, running her fingers to take out any knots. Not that it mattered anyway. She looked down at her dress and smirked. This was no longer needed.

Ichigo watched her enter the closet and he immediately turned around, pacing a small portion of his bedroom. Holy crap, what is happening to me? Ichigo has had his fair share of sex in his life, discretely of course, but this woman was causing him to act a lot differently than he ever did. She made him want to do a million and one things to her, to please her, and just satisfy her. Maybe even make her happy even. No, stop… No serious relationships… You don't even know her. This is just a one time thing. Ichigo scowled down to the floor and looked back when he heard sudden movement.

(…)

She stood there in just a bra and underwear, her hair down this time. It shined in the moonlight and Ichigo couldn't stop staring at her. He was mesmerized. She was perfect in his eyes. Her large breasts filled her bra, almost spilling over, her small waist, slim stomach and thighs. He could find no fault. He looked back up at her face, her eyes shining brightly with desire. She walked up to him and began to unknot his tie, not breaking eye contact. She then unbuttoned his white dress shirt, untucking it from his dress pants, sliding it down his arms, her lithe hands lightly grazing over his arms. The hairs on his arms stood on edge from the sudden soft touch. She dropped his shirt and tie on the floor beside them. She pressed her right palm above his heart and she could feel it pounding beneath the white tank top. So it's not only me…

She lightly pushed him back towards the bed, having him sit down. She then sat on him, straddling her legs around his hips. She tugged the white tank top off and ran her hands down his muscular chest down to his abs, stopping right above the belt. She kissed him, her fingers lightly tracing over the trail of hair on his stomach that continued further down.

Ichigo slowly ran his hand up her bare back until he reached her bra, unclasping it in a quick snap. The straps limply fell over her shoulders and she threw it aside, joining the other scattered clothes on the floor. He suddenly grabbed her back, pressing his chest tightly against hers, switching their position. This time they were both laying on the bed with Ichigo on top. Planting kisses on her neck, he left a light trail of kisses leading down to her bosom. Upon reaching her breasts, he flicked the already hardened nipple causing Orihime to take a sharp intake of breath, her back arching leading her hips to lightly grind against his.

Ichigo finally placed his mouth over her left breast, his tongue swirling around the areola and nipple, his other hand massaging the other. Orihime lightly groaned, her legs wrapping around his. His mouth then moved to the side and lightly bit then sucked on the small area of flesh. Orihime gasped, the sensation going straight between her thighs, dampening her underwear, her hands scrunching his hair in her palms.

He kissed back up towards her mouth, one hand in her hair, the other still massaging her breast. The auburn reached down towards his pants, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his dress pants. He stood up, quickly taking off his pants. Orihime stared at him from top to bottom. His hair was a mess because of her, he was breathing a little fast revealing his oh-so-perfect abs. He was only in his red boxer briefs, his member clearly erect. Orihime bit her lip in anticipation, not knowing what he was going to do next. Ichigo then bent down before her, kissing her stomach while taking off her underwear. She instinctively closed her thighs together, slightly rubbing them to satiate the knots and feelings deep in her abdomen. He opened her knees, not looking away from her eyes. Somehow this caused Orihime's heart to pound faster in her chest, a sudden nervousness washing over her. He finally looked away, kissing her inner thigh, closer to her core. The slow kisses were torturous for her, the anticipation flowing through every part of her body. He finally kissed her there, slightly sucking on the sensitive area. He heard her take a sharp intake of breath causing a swell of confidence in his ministrations. He began to lick and suck at her entrance, the taste and smell intoxicating him. He never really enjoyed this part of foreplay before, but with her it was entirely different. He couldn't get enough of her – he wanted more. His tongue swirled around faster causing Orihime's hips to rise and fall in harmony with his movements.

She hated being so loud, but at the moment she didn't care, it felt too damn good. Her hands instinctively tugged on the bed sheets, her nails gripping into her palms through the fabric. He lifted his face, kissing her thighs, and Orihime had a second to breathe until she felt him insert two of his fingers inside her. On top of that, he placed his thumb over her clit, pressing down lightly in circles. Her eyes rolled back, her back arching, she could already feel herself reaching the verge of an orgasm. He kept going, moving his fingers faster, his thumb pressing harder, his teeth lightly grazing over her inner thigh. She couldn't handle it anymore and let herself go. Ichigo felt her juices run down his hand and he looked at her, her face flushed with a small shine with sweat. She looked beautiful. Her eyes lazily opened, looking at the man before her. He stared into her eyes, licking the rest of her off of his fingers.

Ichigo turned around and moved to the bedside drawer beside him and pulled out a condom. He ripped it open and placed it on himself. He then kneeled before her entrance, placing her left leg on his shoulder.

He looked at her for confirmation and she nodded. She felt him enter and the sudden feeling took her by surprise. It hurt a little due to the sensitivity from what just happened, but it felt amazing at the same time. He began to move inside her, slow at first, but then quickening his pace. She lightly hissed, his movements causing some pain.

"Just a little slower… Still kind of sensitive…" She blushed saying this out loud and she saw the outline of his smile and his nod.

He listened to her and moved slowly again, despite his urge to just move hard and fast. He felt her walls surround him, clenching and unclenching, the friction sending his nerves to overdrive. But he had to control himself. In response, he gripped her leg tighter, focusing on his movements. He slowly began to increase his pace receiving no denial from her.

Orihime pushed her hips against him to feel him deeper within her. Ichigo began to lightly play with her again, already knowing where she need him the most. He began to go faster inside her, sending more force in each thrust. Orihime couldn't stop herself from moaning loudly. Her breathing was erratic, her lips drying from her hard breathing. He could feel her closing in around him, the sudden tightness making him want to let go. But he wanted to finish pleasing her first. He kept thrusting, focusing on her instead of himself. He could tell she was just about to orgasm. Her back began to arch, and Orihime was so overwhelmed that she couldn't make a sound. And that was when he felt it surround him, the clenching of her walls milking out his own release as well. Ichigo gripped her thigh tightly, quickly taking in a deep breath, and relaxed at last.

He slowly pulled himself out of her, placing her leg down lightly. He then took off the condom, slightly hissing from the sensitivity, and threw it away in a small garbage can. He looked back at the woman on his bed, who had slowly moved to lay her head on his pillows.

"Wow…" she softly breathed out. She heard Ichigo chuckle beside her.

"I'll be right back. Do you want anything? Some water, maybe?" Ichigo headed towards his bathroom, but waited at the entry of his closet to hear her answer.

"Actually… could I take a quick shower and sleep here for the night? I promise I'll be out by sunrise. It's just that I-"

Ichigo held up his hand, and shook his head. "No need to explain. And yeah, you can take a shower in this bathroom here. I probably should too, now that I think about it…"

"Look mister, I don't know about you, but I'm pretty worn out so don't get any ideas about any shower sex, okay?" Orihime lightly joked, with a hint of seriousness in her tone. Ichigo laughed, and shook his head again.

"I promise I wasn't even thinking about that. I'm pretty worn out too." He gestured for her to come and she followed.

He turned on the showerhead and entered first, holding his hand out for her to join. They quickly rinsed themselves off, of course neither failing to admire the other's body when the other wasn't looking. Orihime stepped out first, hugging herself to keep from shivering. Ichigo turned off the shower and followed beside her, grabbing two plush towels from a small cabinet. He opened one up and wrapped Orihime in it and then wrapped himself the other. Ichigo then walked to his bedroom, opening the other bedside drawer that held his pajamas. He tossed a set to Orihime and pulled out a clean set of boxer briefs and sweatpants for himself.

"You can wear that tonight since I'm sure you don't have pajamas on you," he lightly smiled at her and she beamed back.

"Thanks!"

"Um, I don't know if you want to borrow one of my boxer briefs or..?" He slightly looked to the side, unsure how to ask her about this.

"Oh, don't worry! I always carry an extra set of underwear in my purse just in case." Ichigo raised his eyebrows at her and she only laughed. "In case of my period, silly!" He immediately reddened and was going to apologize, but she had already turned around. " I think I left it in the bathroom…" Orihime mumbled to herself, Ichigo watching her enter into the darkness.

He laid in his bed underneath the covers, feeling the coolness against his warm skin. He heard Orihime walk back out, fully dressed this time, and she joined him in his bed. They were silent for a while, a slight awkward tension filling the air.

"Um… thank you… for letting me stay…" Orihime said, coming out like a whisper. She cleared her throat and tugged on the long sleeves of the pajama top.

"Of course, no need to thank to me," Ichigo responded.

"Well… goodnight!" Ichigo sensed her turn around in the darkness and didn't respond for awhile until he heard her breathing slow down.

"Goodnight…"

A/N: I hope you enjoyed it! This is the first time I have written a lemon scene, so any critiques are welcome. Also, this story is not just going to revolve around lemony stuff, but there will be an actual plot, so stick around! Love all of you wonderful people who have stuck with me since the beginning, and those who are just starting to read my content ^.^