I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS
THEY BELONG TO TITE KUBO
A/N
Although I know majority of you aren't going to read this, everyone was warned in the last chapter that the lemon starts here, so the writing's going to take a turn on the adult side. This my first attempt at a story with a lemon …..so be gentle in your reviews.
Chapter 6:- Behind Closed Doors.
Isane sighed loudly. She was still poised on Grimmjow's lap. She took a sip of her drink, her sixth for the evening and already she was feeling its effects. Between herself and Grimmjow, they had finished an entire bottle of scotch together.
By her fourth drink Isane could feel her head spinning. Her speech was bit slurry and her vision was blurry but she was still in full control of all her faculties. However, her balance was a bit wobbly. Isane had to resort to wrapping her arms around Grimmjow neck to steady herself on his lap.
Isane's sudden change in position had caught Grimmjow off guard at first but he wasn't complaining now. Their new seating arrangement meant that Isane was now fully pressed up against his chest. Grimmjow could smell her lavender perfume and feel the heat radiating off her body. To top it all off, Isane's chest was pressed firmly against Grimmjow's. He could feel her breast heave up and down as she breathed. He couldn't deny that her proximity didn't set his heart racing slightly.
Every now and then Isane would get uncomfortable in her position on Grimmjow's lap and would wiggle around to make herself comfortable. Her constant wiggling would elicit a growl from Grimmjow. As expected Isane thought that he was angry with her constant movement but the truth behind the fact was that Grimmjow actually liked it. It felt like Isane was giving him a lap dance. His growls were growls of pleasure and excitement.
"Stop that!" growled Grimmjow just after Isane had started wiggling around his lap.
Isane looked at him and pouted. Grimmjow didn't care though. He needed her to stop that kind of movement on top of him or he just might have to find both of them a bedroom.
"Sorry," Isane said with a slight pout, "But your lap isn't the most comfortable of seats."
Grimmjow narrowed his eyes at Isane. It wasn't very often that he heard Isane Kotetsu complaining but he guessed it was the six glasses of scotch in her that had her so chatty this evening.
"Just stop fucking moving!" Grimmjow growled again. Isane rolled her eyes at him, but Grimmjow ignored it. He tightened his grip on Isane's waist with one hand and stretched over to the table to grab his glass with the other. As he raised the glass to his lips he saw that all the scotch was finished and that all that was left was some ice and water that faintly smiled like alcohol.
"Fuck!" he hissed. Isane, who was watching the dance floor, turned back to face Grimmjow. She saw him glaring at the empty glass.
Grimmjow grabbed the bottle of scotch only to find that was empty too. He let out a string of curses. Isane giggled at his expense. She thought it was pretty funny that he was getting all worked up at a something like this.
Grimmjow glared at her for laughing at him. He then looked around to try and find a waiter but there was no one in sight.
"Where the fuck are all the waiters?!" he yelled angrily.
"They're all on the other side of the dance floor." stated Isane calmly.
"Well why the fuck are they all on that side?" questioned Grimmjow angrily.
Isane was getting tired of Grimmjow constantly swearing. She turned to fully face him and responded, "They're all on the side because that where everyone is! We're the only to fucking idiots on this side if you didn't notice!"
To prove her point, Isane removed her arms from around Grimmjow's neck and gestured to the space around them. She was right. They were the only two people sitting on that side of the dance floor. Everyone was either dancing or had gone to the bar on the other side of the court yard to see that body shots taking place.
Grimmjow hated that Isane was right, but how was he going to get a drink now?
"Well how am I supposed to get a drink now?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.
Isane rolled her eyes again and grabbed the glass. "I'll just get you your damn drink!" she said exasperated.
Isane moved to get off of Grimmjow's lap but his grip on her waist tightened more if that was even possible. Grimmjow was a bit hesitant to let Isane out of his sight. He had grown accustom her presence on his lap and he had a bad feeling that if he let out of his sight, she would attract the attention of most of the male at the party. I mean it's not every day they would get to see Isane looking like a bombshell.
"Grimmjow….how am I supposed to get you you're God damn drink if you don't let me go?" Isane angrily asked.
Grimmjow didn't know why he was being so paranoid. Isane was just going to get him a drink and the second bar was even that far away from their table. He kept telling himself he wasn't feeling jealous. He hated the idea that men would be watching Isane and trying to covet what was his. But then again Isane wasn't his and Grimmjow had always been a little possessive. That was it; his possessive side was taking over. That was the only plausible explanation to why he was suddenly feeling this way.
"Are you planning to let go anytime soon?" questioned Isane irritably. Her voice caught Grimmjow's attention and brought out of his internal monologue. He begrudgingly let go of her waist and Isane abruptly stood up. Grimmjow immediately felt the pressure from his lap vanish but with went Isane's warmth and the sweet scent of lavender that had clung to her skin.
"Just make sure to get the drink quick and come back." Grimmjow said, a smirk playing across his features, "I don't want to be without my Lap candy for too long."
Isane rolled her eyes at Grimmjow and turned to make her way to the bar. As she walked away she tried desperately to pull the front of her dress which only succeeded in pulling the back of her up. Grimmjow chuckled to himself as he watched Isane struggle with the costume. As he watched Isane walk away he admired how her hips swayed slightly and how her long legs looked strutting around in those stockings.
An involuntary growl erupted from Grimmjow's chest as he watched Isane walk away. He made a mental note to thank Yoruichi and Kukaku after tonight. He then turned back to see what was happening on the dance floor.
Meanwhile Isane had made her way over to the bar. The bar on this side of the court yard wasn't too crowed. There were a couple of guys off to side who were drinking and idly chatting and a group of girls who Isane recognized were from Squad Nine. There were a couple of people by the bar. Isane guessed they were probably couples from their close proximity and the fact that they were making goggle eyes at each other.
"Excuse me!" Isane called to a passing bar tender.
The guy briskly walked past Isane at first but then back stepped when he got a good look at her. Immediately the most charming and flirtatious smile you ever saw, spread across his face. He took a step back, turned and walked back to Isane. He leaned against the counter of the bar looked Isane up and down.
"Sorry, but what can I get for you gorgeous?" he asked smoothly.
Isane felt the blush creep up on her cheeks. It wasn't every day that she had cute bar tenders hitting on her and this bar keep was indeed cute.
"Um….,"she stuttered, "One scotch on the rocks and…?"
Isane paused after ordering Grimmjow's drink. She mused on what she should order, scotch was getting kind of bland and Isane was wondering what other kind of drinks were out there to enjoy.
"Can't decide what else to order?" the bar tender asked.
Isane nodded her head dumbly. The bar keep's smile was giving her butterflies in her stomach.
"How 'bout this….." he started, "why don't I get you that scotch on the rocks and then make you the house special."
"Yea…that would be great, but…..umm…what's the house special?" Isane mumbled out averting her eyes from the handsome bar tender. He smiled at her and then waved a finger in front of her face, "It's a surprise…all pretty girls like surprises."
Isane's blush worsened and she averted her eyes to stare intently at the ground.
The bartender turned and walked to the back of the bar, probably to get Isane's orders ready. Isane sat on one of the bar stools at the counter. She idly played with her fingers, something she was known to do. While she waited, Isane took a moment to look down at herself. She could barely see past her cleavage.
Isane sighed deeply. However, instead of smelling her lavender perfume she could smell Grimmjow's perfume, or maybe it was his after shave. The scent unintentionally sent shivers down her spine. It was so musky and masculine. The scent suited Grimmjow perfectly.
"What I wouldn't give to have those legs around my shoulders!"
Isane immediately jumped at the sound of the voice. The voice came from behind her. Isane felt her cheeks flare at the statement. She wasn't so much embarrassed but rather she was pissed off. For the entire night she had to put up with Grimmjow's leering and his snide little comments on her costume and now she had to deal with some drunk who couldn't keep his thoughts to himself. That was the last strike.
Isane spun around and the palm of her hand connected with the poor guy's face. He didn't even see it coming. The guy now lay on the ground, clutching the side of his face. He had a shocked looked on his face and his buddies were equally shocked.
The guy managed to get back on his feet.
"Why you little…..Lieutenant Kotetsu?"
Isane stopped fuming when she heard the guy call her by her official name. She walked a little closer and looked at the guy's face. She gasped when she recognized who she had just hit.
"Yakon…is that you?" Isane asked frantically. She rushed over and placed her hand over the same cheek she had just abused. Yakon was a member of Squad Eleven. Isane had treated him in numerous occasions at Squad Four. He was the sixth seat at Squad Eleven which meant he was usually at the forefront when Kenpachi decided he wanted to have a Kill Your Captain Day. Isane had formed a modest friendship with the man. He wasn't a vulgar and thick headed as his cohorts.
"I'm so sorry …..I didn't recognize you. I shouldn't have lashed at you like that." Isane apologized as she examined Yakon's cheek.
Yakon took Isane's hand in his and removed it from his cheek.
"It's okay Lieutenant. I shouldn't have said that to you." Yakon said as he still held Isane's hand, "But you can't really blame a guy. We didn't recognize you in your…costume."
Isane's face light up like a Christmas tree. All her anger had dissipated. She suddenly felt self –conscious again.
"Yea….well Matsumoto…."she started.
Yakon put up one hand to stop her, "Say no more…Of course it was Lieutenant Matsumoto."
Isane gave Yakon a small half smile then she realized he was still holding her hand.
"Um….Yakone…you're umm…..you know." Isane mumbled while she pointed at the joined hands.
"Oh…right!" Yakon said and he immediately let go of her.
Just then the bar tender came out with Isane's drinks. In one hand he had the scotch on the rocks while in the other he had a Black Devil.
"Here you go….one scotch on the rocks and a Black Devil." said bartender as he placed the two drinks on the counter.
Isane walked up to the counter. Her blush worsened when the cute bar tender smiled at her again.
"Thank you but what's a Black Devil?" Isane questioned.
The bar tender's smile widened and he said, "I'm glad you asked." He indicated for Isane to come a little closer. She leaned over the counter a bit hesitantly and the bar tender met her half way.
"It a special drink from the world of the living kind of like that scotch on the rocks. It made from white rum and dry vermouth. It's a strong drink for a beauty like yourself." He whispered in Isane's ear.
Isane took a step back and felt her eyes open as wide as a deer caught in the head lights. The bar tender merely laughed and stepped back from the counter. Isane took the two glasses and turned to make her way back to the table when she found that Yakon was still standing there. His friends had left but he had decided to stay and see if maybe Isane wanted to maybe dance with him or something.
"Wow two drinks….going pretty hard Lieutenant Kotetsu." Yakon eyed the two drinks in her hands skeptically.
"No….the two aren't for me!" exclaimed Isane, "One's for my…"
"Boyfriend!"
Both Yakon and Isane spun around to see who had just spoken. Isane almost dropped the glass when she saw that it was Grimmjow standing behind them.
Grimmjow had been sitting at the table for a while waiting on Isane to return. He drummed his fingers against the table and watched the party goers move on the dance floor. He knew he was just being paranoid but he began to think that sending Isane to the bar by herself dressed like that wasn't the best idea.
He looked over his shoulder back towards the bar and saw Isane talking to a guy. If Grimmjow had turned back a minute earlier he would have witnessed Isane giving the same guy a bitch slap he wouldn't soon forget. But for now all Grimmjow saw was some guy talking to his Isane and yes he considered her his Isane for the night. Hold her hand and smiling at what was his a little too much for him. To make matters the bar tender had just arrived and was now calling Isane over. Grimmjow didn't like the way the bar tender looked at Isane. It set his blood boiling.
Grimmjow immediately stood up and caused his chair to fall backwards but he didn't notice. He stalked over to bar. On his way he saw Isane lean in close on the bar counter and the bar tender lean over and whisper something in her ear. Even from where he was, Grimmjow could see the blush that tainted Isane delicate features and he could how big her eyes grew. He was definitely going to punch that bar tender's teeth in now.
Unfortunately the bar tender left the scene before Grimmjow arrived. No matter he could still use the other guy as a punching bag. Grimmjow stood a couple of feet behind Isane and listened intently to the little conversation taking place before him. He waited patiently for the most appropriate time to make his presence known and he didn't have to wait long.
Yakon looked at Grimmjow confused. "Wait did you just say 'Boyfriend'?"
Grimmjow stalked up to the pair and grabbed Isane by her upper and pulled her back so that he was now standing in front of Yakone. "That's what I said didn't I?" Grimmjow growled, "Can't hear so well with big bat ears."
"Grimmjow!" Isane exclaimed as she grabbed his arm to pull him back but Grimmjow just shrugged her off.
Yakon looked past Grimmjow to address Isane. "It's okay Isane."
That got Grimmjow furious. "Hey!" he shouted pushing Yakon back, "I was talking to you! You don't talk to my girl in front of me!"
"Your girl?" Yakon said before he let out an amused chuckle, "I find it hard to believe that a girl like Isane would even spare a passing glance on you."
Grimmjow let out a feral growl and grabbed Yakon by the collar. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Yakon roughly shoved Grimmjow off of himself. He righted his shirt and fixed his collar before turning to Grimmjow and stared him down. "You know exactly what I mean. A girl like Isane would never be seen with the likes of you. You're nothing but a filthy Arrancar."
Grimmjow roared and grabbed Yakon by his collar again. His fingers curled into a fist and he drew his arm back ready to let Yakon have it but Isane held him back.
"No! Grimmjow please!" she pleaded, "Don't hurt him!"
"Why shouldn't I?" Grimmjow roared back, "He just insulted me!"
"Please!" Isane pleaded as she grabbed on to Grimmjow's arm.
"Don't waste your time Isane!" Yakon yelled, "He can't listen to reason."
"Yakon that's enough!" Isane yelled back, "You're not helping your situation!"
Yakon immediately shut up. He looked back and forth between Isane and Grimmjow. Grimmjow looked extremely tensed. The veins in his temples were throbbing. Isane looked thoroughly freaked out. Her delicate features were etched with fright and desperation.
"Please Grimmjow." She pleaded again, "Let him go."
Grimmjow looked back at Isane. He saw the terrified look on her face. He didn't like that look, it didn't suit her well. "Fine."
Grimmjow let go of Yakon and shoved him backwards. "If I ever see you talking to her again…."
"You'll what?" Yakon boldly asked cutting Grimmjow off, "Listen we both know you're just a player. Just like all the other douche bags that have one night stands with anything that wears a skirt. So do us all a favor and leave Isane alone. She's not one of your midnight booty calls."
"That's big talk coming from you." growled Grimmjow.
Yakon sneered at him, "I bet you don't even know how to kiss a girl properly. All you know how to do is fuck her brains out!"
"Oh yea!" Grimmjow yelled, "Well watch this!"
Isane felt Grimmjow grab her by her arm and pull her towards him. Before she could protest Grimmjow's lips came crashing down on hers stopping any words that were about to come out. Isane struggled to get away but Grimmjow had a vice like grip on both her arms. He held her in place as his lips moved against hers.
Isane tried to fight back and drag her lips away but then she began to like the feel of Grimmjow's lips against hers. They were softer than she expected and before she knew Isane was giving into the kiss. Her lips began to move against Grimmjow's and she began to reciprocate the kiss.
Grimmjow, on his part, had let go of Isane's arms and placed one hand on her waist and the other on the small of her back, pulling her in closer to him. Spurred on by the fact that Isane was now participating, Grimmjow deepened the kiss. He devoured Isane's lips. He pulled her flush against his chest and Isane threw her arms around his neck hugging him tightly.
The two of them stayed like this until they had to break apart to catch their breath. Isane couldn't look Grimmjow in the eyes. She quickly turned around and clutched her chest. Her heart was beating erratically and her breathing was ragged. Her lips tingled from contact with Grimmjow's. She licked her lips and could taste scotch.
Grimmjow swore he saw stars after the kiss. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced. Isane's lips were as soft as her skin and tasted of lavender mixed with scotch. The taste was instantly addicting and all Grimmjow wanted to do was taste more of it. This wasn't like any other kiss he had given any other girl. This was the first kiss that elicited the feeling of fireworks going off.
Grimmjow looked at Isane but she had her back turned to him. He couldn't deny that that saddened him a bit. He hoped the experience was as wonderful for Isane as it was for him but apparently Isane wasn't on the same high as him or at least that's what he thought.
Grimmjow tried to ignore the tightening feeling in his chest. Instead he turned to Yakon who was still standing there a little astounded. Yakon had hoped that Isane would slap Grimmjow or try to push him away. He didn't expect her to fold into the kiss.
Seeing the astounded look on Yakon's face caused Grimmjow to grin in triumph.
"What were you saying? I don't know how to kiss a girl? Well as you can see my kiss leaves them speechless!" exclaimed Grimmjow albeit he thought that Isane was speechless for other reasons.
While Grimmjow and Yakon were arguing Isane gingerly touched her lips. They were still tingling from the kiss and still tasted like Grimmjow. Her heart still beat like a drum. The sensation was embedded in her mind. She couldn't get the feel of Grimmjow's lips on hers out of her mind.
Maybe it was her drunken state but Isane longed to have those lips pressed up against hers again. She wanted to feel Grimmjow's strong arms wrap around her waist. She wanted him to kiss her again.
As Isane internalized the situation Grimmjow and Yakon had finished their let's call it discussion. Yakon stalked off in the opposite direction leaving Grimmjow and Isane all alone by the bar. Grimmjow turned to see Isane's back still facing him. He felt the tight feeling in his cheat worsen but he couldn't let anyone especially not Isane see him looking like a disappointed kitty.
Grimmjow cleared his throat to get Isane's attention. He saw Isane jump slightly. Was she so lost in thought?
Isane turned to Grimmjow but she didn't meet his eyes, instead she kept her eyes to the ground and fiddled with her fingers. Grimmjow walked past Isane and went over to the counter of the bar. He grabbed the glass with the scotch and sipped despondently. Isane walked up beside him and took the Black Devil. Unlike Grimmjow ho preferred to sip his drink Isane downed the cocktail in one gulp. The alcohol burned the back of her throat. It was stronger than she expected. Isane felt her head spinning.
She turned to look at Grimmjow for the first time since the kiss. She couldn't help but think he looked a little disappointed. Isane thought he looked cute with the little pout on his lips. The same lips she longed to have crashed against hers. Then Isane made up her mind.
"Grimmjow?" she asked quietly.
"What?!" he roughly replied.
"Grimmjow?" she called quietly, this time tugging slightly on the sleeve of his shirt.
Grimmjow abruptly spun around to face Isane with a snarl on his face. "What?!" he exclaimed, "What do y…."
Grimmjow never got to finish his question because Isane swiftly cut him off. Her lips crashed down on his, shutting him up immediately.
At first Grimmjow was so shocked all he could do was stand idly by like a limp doll. After the initial shock wore off Grimmjow began to avidly participate in the kiss. One of his hands snaked down to grip Isane's waist while the other became tangled in her messy lavender hair. Grimmjow pulled her in closer to deepen the kiss. Isane's hands were clutching Grimmjow's shoulders but they managed to find their behind his neck.
Grimmjow couldn't believe this was happening and with Isane no less. The hand that was gripping Isane's waist rose to cup her face and stroke her face. Isane was shocked that Grimmjow could be so gentle.
Grimmjow's tongue brushed against Isane's bottom lip asking for permission which she swiftly granted. Their tongues both fought for dominance over the other. Their teeth clashed like two teens kissing for the first time.
Grimmjow bit Isane's bottom lip and she moaned into his lips. The sound caused Grimmjow to growl in return.
When the two finally broke apart both were breathing heavily. Grimmjow pressed his forehead against Isane's. He looked into Isane's eyes and his gaze was unwavering.
"I need you." he said almost inaudibly in the most endearing voice Isane had ever heard, "I need you know."
Isane was so out of breath that she could only nod in consent. She needed Grimmjow to stop talking and kiss her again but unfortunately her wishes weren't going to fulfilled just yet, instead Grimmjow scooped up Isane bridal style and Sonidoed away.
Everything seemed to be a moving blur with the speed at which Grimmjow was moving. Isane lost all sense of direction. She closed her eyes and snuggled closer into Grimmjow's chest.
Isane didn't even feel when they stopped moving. She was so comfortable in Grimmjow's embrace.
She finally regained some sense of being when the mattress had hit her back at approximately the same as Grimmjow's body. He didn't really throw on the bed but rather fall with her. Isane didn't even have chance to ask where they were before a set of lips descended upon hers shutting out any word that might have been uttered.
Isane could lay there for the entire night with Grimmjow's lips on hers but he had other ideas. While their lips worked so too did Grimmjow's hands. His hands moved up and down Isane's body. He grabbed at her waist, at her hips, at her stocking clad legs. Grimmjow grabbed anywhere he could find. Isane for her part ran her hand up and down Grimmjow's chest and back.
Eventually Grimmjow broke the kiss earning a moan of despair from Isane. The moan did wonders to boost his ego and arousal. Grimmjow gently kissed Isane on the lips, and then he kissed her on each cheek. He began to trail kisses down her jaw line which caused Isane to squeal like a schoolgirl.
All the while Grimmjow's hands were working at the buttons on Isane's nurse's costume. His quick hands made light work of undoing he buttons. Isane didn't even know he was undressing her. She was so lost in the butterfly kisses that Grimmjow was showering on her face and neck. It was only when Grimmjow stopped kissing her and sat up did Isane notice she was undressed in front of him. Instead of her usual bindings Isane was wearing a red lace bra that accentuated her already round breasts and a pair of red lace underwear. They were Rangiku's idea.
Out of reflex Isane's hands flew up to cover her exposed chest but Grimmjow stopped her. He grabbed both her wrists and held them tightly in his grip. He bent down until his lips were right beside Isane's right ear.
"Don't." he half whispered half warned, "You're beautiful."
Isane blushed uncontrollably. This caused Grimmjow to grin and laugh a little. The look on Isane's face wasn't cute but sexy as well.
He sat on top of her admiring her. Her creamy pale skin was unblemished. Her waist dipped nicely giving her beautiful womanly curves. Her stomach was flat but she wasn't skinny. Her body was toned undoubtedly from her years as a Lieutenant. Grimmjow sat there drinking in the sight set out before him. His gaze was leering but rather he stared at Isane in awe. The only word that came to his mind was Goddess.
Grimmjow brought Isane's both hands to rest on the pillow above her head. He still had both wrists in his grip. He kissed her deeply before breaking apart. He began showering kisses across her cheek and down her jawline. His tongue came out to lick Isane's neck causing goosebumps to pimple all over her body. Grimmjow slowly began sucking at the crock of Isane's neck. This was surely going to leave a mark but at the moment he didn't care and neither did Isane.
Her body reacted to every single one of Grimmjow's touches. As he began to suck down on the crock of her neck her body involuntarily arched upwards and she let out a throaty moan. She could feel Grimmjow smirk against her neck.
By this time Grimmjow had let go of Isane's wrists and her hands had snaked their way around him, one resting on his back the other tangled in his blue hair. As Grimmjow continued his ministration his hands made their way around Isane's back and began fiddling with the clasp of her bra. The clasp proved to be more of a challenge than he expected.
Grimmjow curses under his breath when the clasp refused to open. This earned him a giggle from Isane.
"Wait." she whispered into his ear.
"Why the fuck should I?" he retorted while still struggling with the clasp.
Isane pulled him closer and kissed him passionately then she whispered sensually into his ear, "Good things come to those who wait."
Grimmjow growled against Isane's neck and nodded in consent.
Isane removed herself from under Grimmjow and straddled him. She bent over and planted a kiss on his lips before she began to unbutton his shirt. When she was finished his shirt was thrown into a corner of the room. Isane's nurse's costume soon followed, joining the shirt in a pile on the floor. Next went her stockings and Grimmjow's belt.
All the while Isane's lips had barely left Grimmjow's. His hands clawed at Isane's waist while she cupped his face. Isane moved from his lips to kiss his cheek then his jawline and down his neck. She trailed kisses down his chiseled chest and then back up.
However, Grimmjow didn't like not being in control. In one swift movement he had flipped them so that he was now straddling Isane once again. His primal hollow side was roaring. He had to fight the urge to rip off all of Isane's clothes and fuck her senseless. To quell his inner demon he bite down on her neck until the metallic taste of blood entered his mouth. Isane gasped and sank her finger nails into Grimmjow's back. Grimmjow licked away the blood.
His hands reached behind Isane once again and fiddled with the clasp. This time he had no trouble opening it. Within seconds a piece of red lace joined the pile of clothing on the floor. Grimmjow paused for a moment to admire to master pieces on display before him.
He was in the presence of a sight he was sure that very few ever got to see and would ever get to see. Isane's breasts to put it simply were perfect. They were round and full and were everything a man could ask for on a woman.
Isane was blushing furiously but she didn't move to cover herself.
"Beautiful." Grimmjow whispered into her ear before kissing the top of her right breast. He moved lower and captured the pert nipple in his mouth. His hand moved up to cup the other breast which fit perfectly in his hand as if they were made for him.
Isane bucked her hips against Grimmjow. His ministration were eliciting feelings that Isane had never experienced before. Grimmjow bit down slightly on Isane's breast causing her to moan out in ecstasy. Her nail dug into Grimmjow's back leaving small crescent shaped marks on his tan skin.
Grimmjow made sure to give each glorious mound equal attention earning him throaty moans and whimpers from Isane. When he was finally finished Isane was panting heavily and a crimson blush spread across her face. This only spurred Grimmjow on. He loved sound of Isane's panting breath and the moans and cries of pleasure that he caused.
He could smell Isane's arousal increasing and Isane could feel his growing against her leg. Isane couldn't take it anymore. She needed Grimmjow to satisfy her and she need him to do it now. She pulled him closer and begged, "Please Grimmjow. Stop teasing."
Normally Grimmjow wouldn't have taken heed to a request like that in a situation like this but there was something in the pleading sound of Isane's voice. He wanted to satisfy her. He wanted to make her feel like she was heaven. He wanted this moment to be etched into her memory so that all other experiences were incomparable. He wanted to spoil her for anyone and everyone else. Every time she kissed someone he wanted her to see his face and feel his lips. He was going to make her his.
"As you wish my Goddess." he replied.
Grimmjow sat up and moved to unbutton his pants but Isane's hands were quicker. Soon his pants joined the growing pile of clothes in the corner. Isane could see his arousal through his boxers and her eyes grew big, like a deer caught in the head lights.
Grimmjow smirked. He quickly relieved himself of his boxers and he was now fully naked in front of Isane. She blushed madly.
Grimmjow whispered into Isane's ear, "Are you ready?"
Normally he wouldn't ask such a thing but this time things were different. This time it wasn't just some one night stand. Grimmjow couldn't deny it anymore, he felt something for Isane. Something he had never felt for anyone else before.
Isane pulled Grimmjow into a passionate kiss and he took this as the go ahead. His hands sank down to her waist and he hooked the edge of her red under wear. He pulled them off then threw them on the pile of clothes. He felt Isane shiver under him.
Grimmjow parted her legs with his knee and positioned himself to enter her but before he continued any further Grimmjow looked to Isane's once more for confirmation. She nodded and he didn't waste any more time.
Isane gasped as Grimmjow entered her. He was so big. This was unlike any experience she had ever had before. It was the same thing for Grimmjow. Being inside Isane was unlike anything he had ever felt before. He fit perfectly inside her. They were like two puzzle pieces.
Slowly Grimmjow began to move back and forth, pulling in and out of Isane. He moved at a slow rhythm at first. He resisted the urge to pound into Isane. Isane wrapped her legs around Grimmjow's waist which gave him better access.
With each slow thrust Isane moaned loudly. She pulled at Grimmjow's hair and ran her fingers up and down his back. The friction between their entangled bodies caused a thin sheen of sweat to form on their naked bodies.
Grimmjow had a set slow pace but Isane was getting impatient.
"Please! Faster!" she screamed.
Grimmjow was only too happy to comply. He quickened his pace, thrusting into Isane harder and faster than before. Each time he slammed back into her, Isane let out a scream of pleasure. Her screams and moans of pleasure echoed in the room but Grimmjow continued slamming into her.
Soon Grimmjow felt Isane's inner walls clamp down around him. Grimmjow quickened his pace. He wanted her right on the edge and then wanted to watch her shatter. With one final thrust both of them climaxed together. Isane screamed out in ecstasy.
Both Grimmjow and Isane were spent. Grimmjow collapsed on Isane's chest using her breasts as a pillow. He could hear her heart beat erratically and he was sure Isane could feel his. Their bodies were slick with perspiration and smelled of sex.
Grimmjow slowly pulled out of Isane and lay next to her on the bed. The two of them continued to stare at the ceiling until their breathing returned to normal.
"Isane…." Grimmjow began but Isane put her finger on his lips to silence him.
"No talking….that will just spoil it." she said. Isane's voice had a dreamy tone to it. "Just hold me and let's just go to sleep."
Grimmjow only nodded and pulled Isane flush against his chest. Her naked body molded perfectly into his. He buried his face into Isane's hair and drifted to sleep to the sound of Isane's breathing.
Back at Kukaku's party, everyone had retuned form the dance floor to the table.
"Hey! Where's Isane and Grimmjow?" Hisagi questioned as soon as they were all seated.
"Maybe they're on the dance floor." offered Momo.
Hisagi shook his head, "No Grimmjow isn't big on dancing."
Just then Kukaku and Yoruichi were walking past the table. They were talking quietly between themselves.
"Hey Kukaku!" Renji yelled, "Did you see where Isane and Grimmjow go off to?"
Kukaku and Yoruichi stopped talking and turned to face the group.
"How the hell would we know?" yelled Kukaku.
"Maybe they're off fucking somewhere." added Yoruichi with a grin.
A/N
There finally finished. I hope you all enjoy reading this. Again this is my first attempt ever at writing a sex scene so please be gentle with your reviews. Thank you and sorry for not updating sooner.