Prompt 5 - Blowjob

"So what's for dessert…?"

He pushed away his finished plate and pushed the chair he was sitting in back, getting ready to join her in the kitchen.

"What else can there be for dessert after a birthday dinner?" Orihime answered, appearing in the kitchen door opening holding a can of whipped cream in one hand and a double chocolate cake on a platter in the other.

Ichigo refrained from standing and sat back down on the chair sideways, smirking contentedly at the welcome surprise. "It all looks good enough to eat…" he stated, his eyes feasting on her appealing appearance.

She tip toed her way back into the dining room on naked feet, making sure that her hips swayed seductively in the see through, black lace panties she was now wearing with the matching bra. She then placed the items she was holding on the table, bending over far enough for him to get a good look at her lovely assets.

"That set doesn't leave much to the imagination…"

Orihime laughed and walked over to him sensually before kneeling in front of him. "You won't be needing your imagination tonight… I'll make sure of that."

"I thought we were doing dessert first?" he murmured, letting her unbuckle his belt and unbutton and unzip his pants with her nimble hands.

"But it would seem that I'm not the only one who got impatient…" she chuckled amusedly when his erection sprang free. "But instead of doing each other, we can always do dessert first, if that's what you want…" Orihime began to stand up again with those words and giggled when he stopped her with a hand on her wrist. "Or not.." she joked, meeting his grin with one of her own, lowering herself back on her knees eagerly, biting her lower lip at the sight of the proud evidence of his arousal. "Oh…"

The memory of his taste, of his smell and the sensation of his manhood against her tongue were enough to make her wet and craving another taste. By the time she dared to look up at him, she was already panting and sliding a hand into her panties.

He gave her a lopsided smile while his right hand caressed her reddening face and his thumb slipped between her moist lips. Ichigo watched her take suckle for a few moments, his weeping cock twitching against her heaving chest.

His thumb slid from her mouth and his hand cupped her face wantonly. "Can't wait anymore," she whispered in a soft whine, taking his length in her left hand and slowly starting pumping motions, her eyes never leaving his.

He leaned back with a groan and let go of her face, sucking in a breath through his teeth when her small tongue started to lick up his juices that had accumulated on his tip. "Lap it all up… just like that… Oh fuck, Hime…"

Orihime quickly unhooked her bra and threw the garment somewhere to the side and lifted her ample breasts up to wedge his manhood in between them, gasping when he thrust up between them lustfully, surprising her. "So big and warm…" Her voice trembled with mounting need, her body feeling like it was on fire. The friction he was creating between her breasts felt amazing and she moaned in time with each stroke, staring, fascinated at how his cock moved in and out in between them, darting out the tip of her tongue for a taste, humming happily every time she did.

Ichigo then moved onto his feet, his gaze holding a quiet determination that told her that what she had instigated tonight would have her remember it -and feel it- for days to come. "Open your mouth…"

An excited shiver went down her spine and she did as told, closing her lips around his rigid manhood when he pushed it past them, shutting her eyes with a long, drawn out moan. She leaned in then, taking him in as deep as she could, her big caramel eyes looking up at him as she did. Her tongue swirled and licked around him, while her lips and cheeks worked on sucking him in each time she pulled her head back, his wordless grunts of approval inspiring her to work her eager mouth harder, determined to milk him dry. She knew exactly how he liked it and she loved the feeling of being the only one in control of his pleasure. Tracing a wet line with her tongue from his scrotum all the way up his throbbing shaft and the heated skin of his head, she let her breath play on him teasingly, chuckling to herself when he moaned her name urgently. Loving him this way was foreplay for them both and she wanted everything he could give her, urging him on with throaty moans and flickering licks of her tongue.

"Leave some for after…" he breathed, already feeling the first tingling warning signs of his upcoming orgasm and letting his eyes roll up into his head as he emitted a guttural groan, nearly losing himself in the bliss she was procuring him.

Orihime released him and sat back on her calves, looking up at him while her hands continued to jerk him off. "For dessert?"

"I don't recall you bringing out cream pie for dessert?"

She giggled at his dirty joke and let him pull her onto her feet by her elbows, her arms falling over his shoulders as he sat back down on the chair and she straddled his hips.

"Make love to me, Hime."

Her eyes lifted up to his and she let her fingers traipse down the sides of his face tenderly. "You don't ever have to ask…" she murmured, closing her eyes when one of his hands pushed aside her panties far enough for him to push his way inside of her, while the other hand reached up to fondle one of her breasts. "Happy… Happy birthday, Ichigo…"

He made an acknowledging sound, thrust up inside of her and swallowed her moan into the hungry kiss he took from her, thinking that he could always go for a slice of dessert if this was what she served up every night.

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