:Strong sexual content warning; intended for mature readers!:

Kenpachi turned his gaze forward, walking away from the lieutenant of squad 1; his curiosity satisfied for the time being. Kenpachi tilted his head in silent speculation as he turned his attention to another weak link in the chain; Akon.

Kenpachi watched the squad 12 lieutenant and his brow furrowed; Kenpachi's 10th seat was pushing Akon back with each hit from the wooden sword, causing Akon's arms to jar, his steps were desperate as he fought to keep his balance not even able to connect a decent swing of his own. Kenpachi shook his head—guess that's what sitting behind a desk all day does to someone; he has no coordination…

Kenpachi sighed as he walked forward—this is probably going to be pointless…but I might as well…

"Akon! Step forward!" Kenpachi demanded.

Akon turned his head, his eyes growing wide at being called out by Kenpachi; but he didn't hesitate to walk forward.

"Yes, Sir?" Akon stated.

"Sparing seems to be too much for ya; your stance is weaker than Yamada's. You're muscles are soft and you can't even keep your balance." Kenpachi stated.

Akon allowed his shoulders to slump as he heard the man's blunt assessment of his abilities; it was no surprise to Akon that he lacked in many of the skills needed for combat; over the years he had been rather sedentary, always sitting at a desk or assisting his captain with his research—I've let myself go; not even my captain has this much of an issue with fighting…

"Alright, what do you suggest?" Akon asked, deciding to accept Kenpachi's guidance.

Kenpachi allowed himself to smirk.

"Follow me." Kenpachi ordered as he turned on his heel and began to walk towards the exit.

Akon felt his stomach clench, thinking that he was about to be dismissed from the training program for being too weak. Akon turned, placing the wooden practice sword up against the wall before he followed Kenpachi to the exit doors; Kenpachi's 10th seat not far behind.

Akon stepped out of the large doorway and paused by Kenpachi's side, waiting for the bomb to drop.

"You need to build up your muscle mass; your body's too soft, but before you can do that, you need to be able to stay on your feet." Kenpachi explained.

"Yes…" Akon answered.

"I ain't gonna bullshit, Akon, you're gonna to have to dig deep if you're gonna stick this out…" Kenpachi warned.

"I understand, Captain Zaraki." Akon replied.

"Jump up on the rail." Kenpachi ordered.

Akon went to walk forward but then paused, his head lifting to look at the man.

"You want me to stand on the rail to the staircase?" Akon asked, wondering what the benefit of such an act would accomplish.

"Yeah, you're gonna walk it; all the way around the building until you don't fall." Kenpachi answered.

Akon turned his gaze back to the wooden banister that wrapped around the whole porch of the 11th division barracks. Without a word Kenpachi's 10th seat walked forward and hopped up onto the banister himself with minimal effort.

"I see; an exercise for both balance and hand eye coordination…" Akon stated before stepping forward and pushing himself up onto the small wooden edge of the banister.

Kenpachi chuckled as he watched the man push himself up awkwardly. Akon found his footing before allowing his frame to stand at his full height. Akon let out a low curse as he felt his body begin to wobble threating to fall over the side onto the dirt. He had to extend his arms out to each side in order to right himself.

Kenpachi shook his head before he turned his attention to his 10th seat to give his new instruction.

"The two of you are cut off from the rest of the squad; come up with a plan to get his body in better shape, then, he can spar." Kenpachi ordered.

"Yes, Captain!"

"Thank you, Captain Zaraki." Akon stated.

Kenpachi nodded his head, not bothering to speak. As Kenpachi turned to re-enter the building he couldn't help but sigh as he heard the squad 12 lieutenant let out a surprised grunt right before he heard the sound of the man's body hit the dirt three feet below—Tch, this is ridiculous!


"Tch. The object is to stay on up on the rail, Akon." Ikkaku laughed as him and Momo appeared above the squad 12 lieutenant.

"Are you alright, Akon?" Momo asked, her deep brown eyes showing him her sympathy.

Akon sighed as he pushed himself up into a sitting position from the dirt; He knew Zaraki had heard him fall, and was thankful that the man hadn't turned back around to yell at him for his apparent weakness.

"I'm alright, thanks, Momo." Akon replied.

Ikkaku leaned forward offering the man his hand and Akon accepted. Ikkaku pulled the tired man to his feet in one smooth motion, showing Akon what it was like to have physical strength.

"I guess the captain doesn't think you're ready for sparing yet…" Ikkaku continued as the two men let go of each other.

"No. It would seem I am lacking in many things…" Akon answered honestly as his shoulders slummed once again.

Ikkaku shook his head.

"Ain't anything that can't be fixed; that is, if you're willing to put in the effort." Ikkaku countered.

Akon allowed himself to smile slightly before turning away from the squad 11 lieutenant and heeding his advice. Slowly, Akon managed to climb the steps back up to his starting point and even though is body felt like one giant contusion, he forced himself onward pushing his slim frame up onto the rail. Once again, Akon fought to keep his balance as sweat dripped from his forehead, his mind focused on following the 10th seat, Makizo Aramaki at a slow painstaking pace.

Ikkaku turned his head meeting Momo's gaze before he spoke.

"Sorry I pulled my hand away like I did…I didn't expect anyone to be outside." Ikkaku stated feeling more than awkward about the situation.

Momo smiled softly and shrugged her small shoulders at him.

"It's okay. No need to explain, I understand your reasons for wanting to keep this between us; it's probably for the best anyway." Momo answered.

Ikkaku felt his brow furrow.

"Why would you say that?" He countered.

"A couple reasons really. It's no secret that news travels fast in the Seireitei, and I don't think I'm ready for Toshiro's reaction to me having a boyfriend…" Momo answered.

Ikkaku allowed his lips to lift in a smirk.

"Is that what I am, Shorty?" Ikkaku teased her.

Momo felt the rush of heat fill her cheeks—Oh no! Did I really just call him my boyfriend?

"I…I—"

"Don't worry about it, Momo. I kinda like the title…" Ikkaku replied with a wink.

Momo felt her whole body begin to heat up from her embarrassment; his admission not really making much of a difference for her; while Momo liked Ikkaku and was more than curious to experience more of his body, she also understood that most men didn't like it when a woman was overly clingy.

"Come on, Shorty. We need to report in to Captain Zaraki." Ikkaku stated with a half-laugh before making his way up the steps that led to the open door of the practice room.

Momo shook her head at herself as she followed her "boyfriend" up the stairs into the large room. Kenpachi turned his gaze just as the two entered.

"The woman making any more progress?" Kenpachi asked, not bothering to waste time with pleasantries.

"Yeah, I think she is. Swimming seemed to work well for her; like you suggested…" Ikkaku stated.

"I figured it would..." Kenpachi replied, allowing himself to look over at the small scrap that was Momo Hinamori.

"Pretty soon she will be ready for one on one sparing with a sword." Ikkaku stated.

"That's good then, at least one of them might take somethin' away from this." Kenpachi sighed.

"I think they all will, Captain…" Ikkaku countered.

"Tch. We'll see…" Kenpachi retorted before taking a step forward.

"Time's up! Time for lunch; you're all dismissed!" Kenpachi commanded before turning and facing Ikkaku.

"I've got a meeting with Kyoraku in ten minutes; let's go; we can eat when we get back." Kenpachi ordered his lieutenant.

Ikkaku paused as his gaze ventured back over to the woman who had managed to break his concentration; Ikkaku knew Momo would understand that his duty as Zaraki's Lieutenant came first. Momo smiled softy as she nodded her head in understanding. Ikkaku followed Kenpachi back towards the open doorway, grateful that Momo had overheard his captain's order—the last thing I want to do is make the woman emotional.


Momo lifted her gaze to the clock that sat on the side table next to Ikkaku's futon. I had been a little over two hours since he had left the practice room with Captain Zaraki and it was already heading for mid-afternoon. Momo had joined Nanao, Akon, Hanataro and Kiyone for lunch like they all had the previous day.

While the small talk between the mashed up squad members had been a nice distraction, Momo was alone now. Yumichika had come and collected Nanao from the table insisting that she take a walk with him now that training was over for the day. After that one by one all of the others had left Momo at the table with her half eaten bowl of ramen.

Feeling more than a bit anxious, Momo stood up from the futon, while her body was still sore in some places, she didn't feel nearly as bad as she had this morning; the cool water from the pond had done wonders to ease all of the tight aching muscles in her upper back and ribcage.

Momo walked over to the small desk and sat in the wooden chair in front of it; she hoped Ikkaku wouldn't mind her stealing some paper from the stack he had in the bottom drawer. Momo sighed as she opened the top drawer searching for a pencil; it had been a while since she had felt the need to sketch something, but she figured it would ease her nerves a little if she kept her mind occupied on something other than her upcoming experience.

Momo let out a soft moan of satisfaction when she found a pencil at the back of the drawer and pulled it forward, allowing the drawer to slide closed as she sat up on the chair. Momo absent mindedly allowed the tip of the pencil to hit paper and began to allow her mind to wonder as she began to draw. Without overthinking anything Momo relaxed her hand freely as she created the shapes she was after. The pond her and Ikkaku had swam at earlier had been a rather pretty place to her.

The "big puddle" as Ikkaku had called it had been surrounded by a line of trees at the back and small shrubs, even some wild flowers had been growing up around the large rocks that lined the bank. Just thinking about it had Momo smiling, looking forward to her next training session with Ikkaku.

Momo tried to force the blush that covered her cheeks back as another erotic thought came to her and she couldn't help but wonder if maybe Ikkaku would mind making love with her in that pond one day—I'm sure his hesitancy was due to my inexperience. At least, I hope that's what it was…

Momo let out another weary sigh as she stole another glance at the clock; she'd been drawing for all of five minutes creating an outline of everything she remembered about the pond's landscape.

"Ugh, this looks really rough, it's been a while and I think I've gotten rusty!" Momo frowned as she inspected her handy work.

"Gotten rusty at what, Shorty?" Ikkaku asked, announcing his arrival.

Momo allowed herself to smile before she turned in the chair to face the doorway. She watched him slip out of his sandals as he slid his bedroom door shut. Ikkaku lifted his head and met her gaze as he smiled back at her; it was too hard not too with how pretty she looked sitting there at his desk, her cheeks all pink from a recent blush. Ikkaku shook his head as he wondered if the woman made a habit of blushing even by herself—those cheeks would be bright red if I told her everything I've thought about doing to her…

Ikkaku stepped forward deciding to look and see what she had been talking about himself since she'd seemed to forget her voice. Ikkaku's lips parted as he looked down at the desktop and saw the sketch she had been working on, it was almost a perfect outline of the area he had taken her to earlier—we were only there for a couple of hours but she was able to memorize this much of the landscape?

"I'm out of practice; I could do better if I actually went and sat in front of it." Momo sighed.

"Don't sell yourself so short, woman, this is really good." Ikkaku countered, meaning every word.

Momo had a talent when it came to her artwork, something he had heard about in passing conversation but had never paid attention to until now—I wonder if this connection between us would have come sooner if I would have spent more time around her?

"Thank you." Momo whispered as she sat the pencil down and stood up from the chair.

Ikkaku backed up a little allowing her some room as she stood. Momo looked up at him with her soft brown eyes full of what looked like anticipation—has she been waiting for me?

"How was the meeting? Did everything go well?" Momo asked, deciding small talk would be better than awkward silence.

"It was alright, nothing major. The head captain just wanted to know how you're all doing with the program so far. It's kind of hard to get that man to shut up, especially after a couple shots of Sake." Ikkaku chuckled.

Momo allowed herself to laugh at Ikkaku's humor, something that still surprised her—I can't believe I didn't see how charming he could be before…

Ikkaku reached his hand up allowing the knuckles of his right hand to brush across the top of her pink cheek—her blush was calling out to him, making him want to kiss her all over again, to show her just what kind of pleasures she would find when sharing his bed, but the meeting had given him more time to think, time away from her—I don't want her to regret this in the morning. Ikkaku watched as her smile began to fade the longer he stood there.

"H…have you changed your mind?" Momo whispered, not even trying to hide the disappointment on her soft features.

Ikkaku let out a sigh as he reached his hand up and tucked her lose hair behind her ear.

"I keep waitin' for you to change yours; don't you know you're supposed to say no to a man like me?" Ikkaku smirked.

Momo's smile retuned as she let out another of her soft laughs, everything about the woman was so graceful and delicate and Ikkaku was all rough edges, he wasn't sure if she would respond well to his style of lovemaking.

"I think I can make my own decision." Momo answered, reminding Ikkaku that even though the woman was short and petite, she was full of her own kind of fire.

"You can't take something like this back, Momo; I want you to be sure about me being your first." Ikkaku countered as he stared down into her eyes.

"Every time you make such a sweet comment like that, it makes me even more eager." Momo admitted as a fresh blush spread across her cheeks and the exposed skin of her chest.

Ikkaku snorted at her comment about him being "sweet." If the woman only knew of the things he wanted to do to her, would she still find him so sweet? Momo reached her hand up taking a hold of his forearm in her palm, the heat from her soft skin teasing his senses as he stared into her deep brown eyes—I wanna watch those eyes grow heavy form pleasure!

Momo let out a sharp gasp as Ikkaku bent his legs and effortlessly lifted her up from her feet into his arms, his strong hands gripping her by the thighs. Without hesitating, Momo wrapped her slim arms around his shoulders, gripping the back of his neck as Ikkaku covered her mouth with his.

Momo moaned softly as she felt his demanding lips take over, overlapping against hers, sending a feverish rush of heat coursing through her body. Momo parted her lips in invitation and Ikkaku didn't disappoint; allowing his tongue to delve deeply, rolling against her tongue mercilessly.

Momo tightened her hold on the back of his neck as she locked her legs around his lean hips, wanting to secure him to her; to feel her body mold against the hard contoured muscle of his chest and abdomen. Ikkaku slipped his tongue deeper, teasing her with sharp flicks as he turned and walked her over to his futon to lay her down.

Momo held onto him as she felt her body being lowered as Ikkaku hunched down onto his knees. Momo kept her body wrapped around him making him cover her as she lay back against the soft mattress and pillows on his bed.

Without breaking his kiss, Ikkaku reached his hands up pulling her arms free from the back of his neck with a tug on her forearms. Momo let go as she moaned into his mouth from the sensation of his claiming kiss, his breath came out ragged against her lips as he took her, savoring the sweet heat of her mouth.

Momo felt him reach down and tug on the tie to the top of her Shihakusho and jerk the fabric free from her still bandaged breasts. Momo gasped against his lips as she felt his strong hands rip through the layers of cotton freeing her from its confinement.

Ikkaku lowered his right hand, his rough palm reaching out and capturing her left breast in his hand. Momo let out a deep groan against his parted lips as she felt him begin to roll his palm across her sensitive skin sending a rush of heat that settled right between her legs making her want to clench her thighs together.

Ikkaku's hips prevented her from closing her legs against the new waves of sensation and the only thing Momo could think of was to rock her hips against him. Ikkaku pulled his tongue back allowing his lips to overlap with hers one more time before he pulled back from her; the need to see her face as he touched her too strong to ignore.

Momo stared up at him in awe as she met his dark gaze, his lips lifted into a slight grin as he propped himself up on his left elbow and allowed his right hand to lift, caressing and teasing her soft skin, making her nipple peak from his play.

Momo's eye widened as she felt the new sensation of her nipple being rubbed spread out across her chest like tingling fire; the urge to clench her thighs returning only made her buck her hips against him. Ikkaku chuckled lowly as he watched her arch her back for him, her body begging him for his touch.

"I've barely touched you, Shorty, and you're already on fire for me." Ikkaku teased.

Momo moaned as she heard his deep voice speaking to her so lowly sending a shiver across her skin; Ikkaku watched her body writhe under his hand as he caressed a trail to her right breast giving it the same attention.

"Show me, more, Ikkaku!" Momo moaned as she lifted her arms up above her head giving him full access to her body.

"You want more, woman, I'll show you more…" Ikkaku grinned before he leaned his head down and flicked the tip of his tongue against the hardened peak of her left nipple before he moved his hand back to the right. Momo groaned as the fire spread from a tingle to an inferno as he pulled her nipple into his mouth, sucking hard against her beautiful breast.

"Ah! Yes!" Momo whimpered as the urge to rock her hips against him intensified, a deep aching need taking root within her making her arousal pool inside her; something she had never felt before.

Ikkaku heard Momo's sharp intakes of breath as she bucked her hips against him seeking something he knew she didn't fully understand and the urge to show her even more pleasure overtook him, making his own arousal skyrocket.

Momo felt Ikkaku's hips rise as he went to his knees, he kept his mouth on her nipple as both of his hands reached down and pulled at her bottoms. Momo helped him by raising her hips allowing him to grip both the sides of her Shihakusho and her panties.

In one swift tug Ikkaku pulled the fabric down her slim legs. Momo felt the cool air hit her heated skin and couldn't hold back the moan that escaped from deep in her chest almost like a grunt. Ikkaku pressed his lips against her nipple, kissing against the ravished peak, but didn't stop there.

Momo's moans continued as Ikkaku kissed an openmouthed trail down the middle of her chest and followed the contours of her slim stomach all the way to her belly button. Momo's stomach muscles quivered as she felt him flick his tongue out against her flushed skin, preparing her for what was to come.

Ikkaku chuckled against her skin as he felt Momo's hands reach out and grip a hold of his forearms, her small nails digging into his skin making his cock jerk.

"Ikkaku…" Momo whimpered as she felt his lips close over her hip and gently nip at the sensitive skin.

"This might be intense for you, Shorty." Ikkaku warned her before he reached out with his hands and grabbed her by the inner thighs, spreading her open for him. Ikkaku stole a glance at her and felt another jerk from his own arousal.

"That's fuckin' beautiful…" Ikkaku growled before he lowered his mouth down between her legs.

Momo's body jerked violently as a deep moan escaped from her filling his room with the sounds of a woman being pleasured. Ikkaku darted his tongue between her folds seeking out her swollen clit and felt a shudder of lust spread down his spine as he tasted her—fuck, that's good!

Ikkaku let out a low growl against her as he covered her with his mouth, sucking her clit between his lips fully, lapping his tongue against her hungrily. Momo reached her hands down against the bed as Ikkaku sent the most delicious waves of pleasure she had ever known coursing throughout her body.

Momo clenched the blankets under her tightly in her hands as her legs began to shake around his head. Her chest heaved with every dart of Ikkaku's wicked tongue; the heat from his ragged breaths surrounding her, making her body quiver from his foreplay. Momo felt the pleasure building deeper as her core began to clench tight and even though she'd never done it before; she thought she was about to have her first orgasm.

"Ikkaku!" Momo moaned, trying to keep her voice low so others wouldn't hear her.

Ikkaku heard Momo moan his name for him; he could tell by the way her body was writhing that he was close to making her come, probably for the first time too. Knowing that if he did, it would make it harder for him to fill her, Ikkaku forced himself to pull back before he got her too close.

Momo let out a whimper as she felt him pull back taking the exquisite pleasure away from her. Ikkaku pushed himself up against her body meeting her gaze with a grin.

"Kiss me, Shorty, taste how sweet you are." Ikkaku teased her.

Momo felt her cheeks heat at his bold words but it didn't stop her for reaching out for him and pressing her open mouth against his, not even caring that she could taste herself in his kiss. Ikkaku thrust his tongue into her mouth, teasing her with deep long strokes.

Momo lifted her hands, her arousal taking her to a whole new level as she clawed at his Shihakusho, wanting to feel his skin against hers; needing to feel more of him. Ikkaku pulled back from her kiss and laughed against her lips before going back to his knees.

Momo watched him as he pulled the tie to his Shihakusho free and shrugged the top from his shoulders as he gazed down at her body. Her face was flushed red, but he couldn't tell if it was because of her blushing or her arousal, her coral nipples peaked against her cream skin taunting him as he reached down and pulled his bottoms free, kicking them to the floor. Ikkaku leaned his body forward hovering over her as she spread her hips for him, awaiting him, beckoning him to fill her.

"Give me your hand." Ikkaku demanded as he held his body up on his left arm and reached for her.

Momo lifted her hand and allowed him to guide her between their bodies. Momo's lips parted and her eyes widened as she felt his size; his shaft was long, but his girth was more than she had been expecting, making her remember the possibility of pain as he entered her.

"Now's the time to tell me stop, Momo." Ikkaku offered, not wanting to push her, still hoping she wouldn't regret being with him later.

"No! I don't want to!" Momo whispered as she met his gaze.

"Let me get you ready then, I'll try not to hurt you." Ikkaku replied as he lowered his hand to her entrance.

Momo pulled her hand back from him as she felt the tips of two of his fingers gently ease their way inside her; Ikkaku cursed internally when his fingers hit the wall of her virginity; He'd never taken a virgin before and the thought of hurting her made his stomach knot up—a woman should be pleasured every minute she's in your bed.

Momo let out a soft wince as she felt Ikkaku push his fingers a little deeper, slowly; Ikkaku spread his fingers as he thrust them trying to stretch her, trying not to break her barrier too quickly. Momo squirmed under him as she felt a pinching sensation.

"Ikkaku, just do it!" Momo begged.

Ikkaku stilled his fingers as he looked into her eyes; he could see that she was uncomfortable and it made him pull his hand away from her entirely.

"I can't just thrust into you like that; that'll hurt like hell…" Ikkaku countered.

Momo lifted her hands framing his face as she stared into his eyes, a fresh blush spreading across her cheeks before she spoke again.

"C…could I do it?" Momo asked him.

Ikkaku's brow furrowed as confusion filled him.

"What are you asking, Shorty?" Ikkaku replied.

"Y…you could let me on top of you, s…so I can control it." Momo answered.

Ikkaku nodded his head to her, thinking it was probably the best option; he wouldn't feel as bad knowing she was in control of the depth.

"If that's what you want, Shorty, I'll let you…" Ikkaku answered as he pushed himself up on the mattress and reached out for her, helping her up from her back by the grip on her arms. Momo kept her gaze on his as they walked on their knees; switching positions on the bed.

Ikkaku lay back flat against the mattress, giving Momo a whole different view of him, every muscle; every inch of his tanned skin was in clear view for her. Ikkaku reached out for her as Momo lifted her left leg allowing herself to straddle his hips as she balanced herself on his chest. Ikkaku ran his rough hands down her shoulders giving her encouragement with his gentle touch.

"Will you help me?" Momo asked him; her soft brown eyes going a bit wider as she realized what she had asked for was something she didn't even know how to do.

"Lean forward…" Ikkaku instructed.

Momo complied allowing her weight to shift as she leaned her body forward, her hands pressed against his chest. Momo felt Ikkaku lower his hand between her thighs and take a hold of his thick erection in his hand. Momo let out a shocked gasp as she felt him run the thick crown against her clit sending a surge of raw pleasure coursing through her.

Momo sat, hovering above him for what felt like forever allowing him to run his length against her; from her core up to her clit and back down again, coating him in her arousal. Momo stared down at him, seeing his own pleasure written across his face as he teased her, trying so hard to make her first experience as enjoyable as possible. Ikkaku met her gaze as he lowered the crown back down to her entrance positioning himself against her.

"If you lean back and sit up straight, I should slide in a little easier now..." Ikkaku instructed.

"Okay…" Momo whispered as she braced her hands on his chest and followed his direction.

Momo allowed her body to lean back against him as she straightened herself out above him. Momo let out a soft whimper as she felt him inch in deeper as the crown of his cock filled her completely. Momo tightened her hands digging her small nails into his chest as she felt the intense pressure against her core; it almost felt like she was too full.

Momo let out a deep moan as she felt Ikkaku lower his hand and begin to rub his fingers against her swollen clit; the pleasure from his play spread across her body overriding the sensation of pain. Momo pushed down with her hips; forcing him deeper inside her.

Ikkaku let out a deep grunt as he felt the woman's barrier give; allowing her body to slide down his shaft; taking him fully. Momo's eyes widened as she felt the sensation of being filled completely, the pleasure from her clitoris being stimulated making her core clench around his thick shaft.

"Fuck, you feel good, woman!" Ikkaku grunted as Momo watched his eyes roll and then close, his lips parting as his breath came ragged, his chest rising and falling under her palms.

"W…what do I do now?" Momo whispered to him as she sat with him lodged inside her; the sensation of being filled going from uncomfortable to pleasurable as Ikkaku continued to stimulate her clit.

"Move your hips, rock me inside you." Ikkaku answered between clenched teeth, needing to feel the woman move; craving to show her how good he would feel inside her.

Momo listened to his instructions allowing her hips to rise and fall against him, as she moved a sensation unlike any other bombarded her; a deep aching pleasure that spread throughout her core like liquid fire encouraging her to move her hips a little faster over him finding her own rhythm as she got accustomed to his size.

Ikkaku kept his right hand between Momo's legs, teasing her clit as she started to fully ride him, taking him at a slow and steady pace, the woman fit him so perfectly, with each gentle roll of her hips a jolt of pleasure shot throughout his groin centering at the base of his spine, making him want to thrust into her deeper; to hear her cry out for him as he took her.

Momo let out a soft moan as she found her rhythm; she wasn't sure how he would want her to move or if she was even doing it right, but from the way he was staring up at her she could tell she was giving him pleasure.

"I need to thrust with you, Shorty." Ikkaku grated as he lifted his hand from her clit wanting to see if he could make her moan from just being inside her.

Momo gasped as he felt him push himself up into a sitting position and reached out with his hands capturing her backside; one of her cheeks filling each of his rough palms. Momo reached out for him, accepting him completely as he used the grip on her ass as leverage to thrust into her a bit more forcefully.

"Ah! Oh…" Momo moaned as she felt him take more control over her, sending his shaft deeper inside her, grinding his hips up to meet hers.

"Do I feel good, Shorty?" Ikkaku whispered as he stared into her eyes.

Momo nodded her head as her jaw fell, her eyes widening as he pushed her a little more, allowing his hips to buck under her even more roughly.

"Ah! Yes, Ikkaku!" Momo moaned back to him as she lowered her hands and dug her nails across his muscular back.

Ikkaku let out a deep growl as he felt the sting of her nails running across his shoulder blades. Momo gasped as she felt her body being lifted as Ikkaku turned them, rolling Momo back over onto her back; now that the risk of him hurting her was over, he could give himself too her fully without worry.

"Ah! Ikkaku…" Momo groaned as she looked up into his eyes.

Ikkaku leaned his body into her thrusting into her deeper as he reached out and locked the bend of his elbow with the bend of her left knee spreading her as wide as he could before he ground his hips into her harder.

Momo let out a deep grunt as she tipped her head back and squeezed her eyes shut as her lips parted, her deep pants and groans egging Ikkaku on as he reached her hands up and scraped her nails down his biceps. The pleasure coursing throughout her body unlike anything she had ever known; pure ecstasy that filled her with a sense of desperation; the need to feel even more!

"Ah! Harder!" Momo moaned as she opened her eyes and met Ikkaku's gaze. His brow furrowing, his lips parted as his body rocked above her, the intensity of his own pleasure apparent on his features as he watched her coming apart for him; such passion locked inside of a woman with such a sweet nature was like a gift.

"I might hurt you if I go any harder, Shorty, maybe next time…" Ikkaku whispered back to her before leaning forward and capturing her lips with his seeking to kiss her as he gave her pleasure.

Momo reached her hands up cupping the back of his head as she kissed him back with a newfound hunger, her lips overlapping with his desperate to feel him even closer as her body writhed under him in sheer rapture.

Ikkaku reached his free hand up rubbing his palms against her breasts with more edge then he had in the beginning making her tip her head back from his kiss as she moaned his name. Ikkaku lowered his head closing his hot mouth over her throat as he kissed a trail of open-mouthed kisses across her delicate skin allowing himself to get lost in her.

Momo lifted her hands seeking his shoulders to hold onto as her body was overtaken with so many sensations at once, the feel of his hands, the heat of his mouth, the bliss of being one with Ikkaku, having him inside her.

Ikkaku raised his head locking his gaze with hers before lowering his hand from her breasts down between her thighs finding her clit with the tip of his thumb; rubbing gentle circles over the sensitive bud seeking to give Momo the ultimate satisfaction.

Momo's lips parted as a deep moan escaped from her lungs; Ikkaku kept his rhythm keeping her left leg raised as he played with her clit, his dark gaze locked on her face watching her pleasure as she dug her nails into his shoulders. Ikkaku groaned as he felt Momo clench down on him, as every muscle in her body went rigid, indicating that she was only seconds from her first release, her first orgasm.

Momo's chest heaved as her breathing quickened coming out in rushed heavy pants. Ikkaku watched as her jaw fell, her eyes widened and her brow furrowed from the intensity of her pleasure.

"Yes! Yes!" Momo moaned a bit too loud as her body snapped.

Ikkaku leaned his head forward covering her mouth with his pushing his tongue between her lips tasting her as he felt her core begin to pulse around his shaft. Ikkaku growled against her mouth as he bucked his hip faster and deeper. Ikkaku felt his own release shoot up his spine and with one final push of his hips Momo's orgasm milked his own release from him causing him to go still above her as he spilled inside her.

Momo panted against Ikkaku's lips as she felt her muscles relax against him, every one of them feeling loose and relaxed as the rush of endorphins spread throughout her body making her feel like she was riding an intoxicating wave. Ikkaku pulled back from her lips and allowed her left leg to call flat against the bed as he raised both of his hands to cup the sides of her face.

"You okay?" Ikkaku whispered.

"Yes, I'm fine…" Momo answered him as she fought to catch her breath; her mind a little hazy from experiencing her first orgasm.

Ikkaku nodded before lowering his hands and lifting himself up from her allowing himself to pull out from inside her. Momo let out a low moan as she felt him leave her body taking away the connection between them—I've never felt like this before…

Ikkaku pushed himself up onto his knees keeping his gaze locked on the woman who lay across his bed; her sated eyes filled with unspoken emotions as she stared back at him in what looked like complete wonder. Ikkaku reached out for her taking ahold of both of her hands in his, he hoisted her up off the mattress into his arms. Momo let out a shallow gasp as she felt herself being lifted from the bed as Ikkaku stood to his feet.

"Where are we going?" Momo asked.

"To the bath; I gotta make sure you don't get sore later." Ikkaku answered.

Momo wrapped her arms tighter around Ikkaku's neck allowing her eyes to close as a deep ache unlike anything she had ever felt spread across her chest making it harder for her to breathe.

"What's wrong, shorty?" Ikkaku asked, noticing the way she held her breath as he walked them both into his bathroom.

Momo allowed her eyes to open as a wide smile spread across her lips.

"Nothing, everything's fine." Momo answered.

"Ikkaku?" Momo asked softly.

"Yeah?" He answered.

"Is sex always like that? I mean, when you had it before…" Momo asked.

Ikkaku stilled as he thought about her question, he'd been with other women in his past, but he had to admit, the connection he'd just shared with Momo had been more than he'd initially expected.

" No. What we just did was different than what I've done in the past; this was more…" Ikkaku answered honestly, making Momo's smile deepen and her heart swell with a soft flutter of hope—that's what I like the most about you, Ikkaku Madarame; you're always honest with me.