WARNING: Mature Content
Chapter 35: Together
He peered at her for a moment. He knew he had hinted at Christmas day sex, but he didn't think Orihime would give in this easily. Then his brain registered what she said. "Hnnngh," he growled, the tone deep and powerful. Ulquiorra stepped back from Orihime and took her hand, pulling her to the bedroom. As soon as they cleared the doorway, she was in his arms again, his hands worming their way under her sweater. "I expected you to resist more, though."
"Resist? Ulquiorra… I have been waiting for the green light with my foot hovering over the pedal for months. I am not usually a racer, but I have never sat at the starting line this long," she said with a giggle. She knew she sounded dorky. Again. Oh well.
A playful roll of his eyes and he shook his head. This was who his girlfriend was. She understood. Why had it taken him this long to find someone who finally understood him? She didn't ask for anything except for his attention. She engaged him in intelligent conversation and knew when he wanted space or quiet. He kissed her, his lips coming down to hers. Desire filled him. "Well, I'm glad you understood me, but fuck eating right now. I know something else I want," he murmured as he went for the spot just below her ear, sucking on the skin there. "I want you."
She wanted him too, but she was surprised as she felt a whisper of intimidation in the back of her mind. It made her smile. She felt like it was proof that this was what they had wanted; for this to be special and important. "Me too," she replied, feeling the rest of the breath in her lungs rush out after her words, tingles running down her body from where his lips touched her skin to where his hands held her ribs.
This was good, but he wanted something more. He wanted to see his woman naked and in his bed. Carefully he took a step away from Orihime and then grabbed the bottom of her top. Ulquiorra inched the material up until she slid her arms out of it. "You're everything, you know."
Orihime's face was serious as she looked into his eyes and began to pull his shirt up his body. "I'm yours, Ulquiorra. I want to be yours. I want to wake up to these eyes and in these arms," she murmured as his shirt cleared his head. Her hands dragged down his arms, and she watched them until they reached his hands, then she looked back to his face. "I love you."
He gave her a smile and said, "I love you too. Are you sure you're ready for this?" Ulquiorra asked as he took a step back from her, his hands going to the button of his jeans.
She smiled back at him and nodded. "I am. Whatever you want, Ulquiorra," she said, the lusty tone of her voice shocking to her own ears. Her hands shook as they peeled his jeans and boxer briefs from his hips. "It's yours."
The smile on his face was almost smug as he stepped out of his clothes and stood naked in front of her. His cock was already hardening. "Take your pants off," he said and walked over to the bedside table and brought out a box of condoms he had bought months ago. He ripped open the package and took one out before dumping the contents back into the drawer then throwing the box on the floor. He would pick it up later.
She felt a shiver go through her as she pulled her leggings and panties down her legs, leaving them in a puddle at her feet along with her socks.
"I'm not going to need lube am I?" he said, coming back over to her. His touch was gentle and fleeting as he stroked her arms, then chest, avoiding her tits. His hands splayed out against her stomach and slid down until he could hold her hips.
Ulquiorra smiled at her. He sat down on the bed and patted the space beside him. "Sit," he said. "I want to watch you be on top of me, but at the same time, I just want to have your arms and legs around me as I slide in and out of you."
"Ulquiorra…" she said his name on a breath and did as he said, putting a hand on his thigh and running it up toward his hips. She followed it to his center, wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock, and closed her eyes. He felt so perfect. Dry and warm Soft, unblemished skin over firm flesh and a few ropy veins. She let her hand glide up the length with a featherlight touch. A small laugh left her lips. "I almost can't believe we're doing this… After all this time."
"Heh, did you think that you wouldn't be doing this? I've thought about-Oooh," he moaned as his hips rocked up. A long hiss of breath left him. "Fuck. I've thought about you so many times since I've met you."
"I'll tell you a secret," she said, leaning toward him more and putting her lips to his ear. "So did I."
He leaned over and kissed her on the mouth. His hand followed as he cupped one of her tits and squeezed. "I've been jerking off to you for months. I've wanted you for a long time," he breathed. "I-I-"
She climbed onto his lap and slowly stroked him, her lips ghosting over his. "You what? You can tell me anything, Ulquiorra," she breathed.
Oh fuck. He could feel the warmth radiating off her. "I love you," he said. Ulquiorra moaned as she hit a sensitive spot on his dick.
Her scalp tingled and she kissed him. It was soft and sweet, at first. Her tongue lapped at his lips until they opened and she slid hers into his mouth. She wanted to drink him in. She could feel his words turning her insides to liquid. "Same," she whispered, letting go of his cock and putting her arms around his neck to press the front of her body to his after her admission.
He looked at her before he lay back on the bed, taking her with him. "Yeah? Why? You're special and beautiful. I'm lame." Ulquiorra stroked her back trying to keep his dick from finding its way inside of her. As much as he wanted it, he wanted her to feel incredibly special for this.
She shook her head and smiled at him, her fingertips running through his hair. She was so wrapped up in her feelings that she forgot his whole scratching fetish, and she allowed her nails to make very light contact. "You are not lame. You are funny and sweet and respectful and kind to me. And you know I love how you look."
"Orihime..." It was said in warning before he had them flipped over. "I'm about to show you another side of me." He didn't take his eyes off her as he grabbed his cock and started sliding the head against her, nuding her nether lips apart so that the underside could stimulate her clit.
She hissed at the contact. "Show me."
With his free hand, he grabbed blindly for the condom, bringing it to his mouth to rip open the package. He sat back and rolled it onto his length, staring at her the entire time. "You want this, don't you? You're okay with this?"
She looked into his eyes and nodded. "I want you. I want this. Please."
His teeth raked over his lip and he leaned over to kiss her. "Let me know how it feels, okay?" Ulquiorra let out a deep breath before he lined himself up and started pushing into her. His eyes shut as the warmth of her body engulfed the most sensitive part of his cock. When he opened his eyes a second later he looked at her. The lust had damped a bit and was replaced by something else; something he really couldn't describe. It had been months since he had had sex, and this felt intense.
Orihime's eyes shut tightly, and she squeaked as he stretched her. Her feet came up over the backs of his legs and dragged up to his knees. "Ulquiorra," she cried softly. This was not what she had expected. When she had sex with Grimmjow and Uryu for the first time, she had felt excitement and curiosity; lust and fear. She felt all those things now, too, but this time she also felt like what they were doing was almost somber in its importance. This time she felt what she thought she was supposed to feel the first time she had sex. Her heart was in it.
Hearing his name fall from her mouth in such an emotional way made his chest fill with warmth. Truthfully, Ulquiorra hadn't expected this. Orihime was here with him and she was breathtakingly beautiful, stretched out and splayed open as he seated himself in her. Right now he was only halfway inside of her core and he was feeling it. The way her body rippled and the way her walls contracted around him. "You feel so good Orihime."
She didn't have words. "Ulquiorra," she whispered, pulling at his shoulders. She wanted to kiss him. She wanted to be wrapped around him. "I need you," she mouthed the words on his neck when it came into proximity, then latched onto it.
Orihime was pulling him down. She was sucking on his neck and then he felt his hips touch her body. He was inside of her. Tightness surrounded him. It really felt like she was trying to squeeze him out. He pulled away from her and looked at her face as he began moving. "Shhh," Ulquiorra murmured as he kissed her. He used his tongue to caress hers at the same slow pace he was fucking her.
Her eyes closed. This was so intense. She could feel every ridge and vein on his sex as he pushed and pulled in and out of her at this deliciously slow pace. She couldn't help the moans that came out of her nose as they kissed; the high-pitched pleas and sighs of contentment had no words attached. Her legs wrapped around his hips and she encouraged him each time he thrusted into her. She could feel her insides getting even more wet and searingly hot.
"Fuck," he groaned as he moved with her. Ulquiorra's hips and spine rolled with movement. She was so damn hot. He couldn't think of anything else as he broke another kiss and propped himself up to stare at her face. She was beautiful. As he sat up straighter, Ulquiorra grabbed Orihime's hips and started to shorten his strokes. He only took his eyes off hers to glance down at their bodies. "Oh fuck."
Her eyes opened and saw the look on his face. She couldn't believe this. She could not believe that Ulquiorra was inside of her. She couldn't believe that after all this time they were finally together like this. He looked so perfect between her legs; so strong, so well-suited. His body was something she could draw forever and the look in his eyes as he looked down at them filled her with sexual confidence. "Ulquiorra…" she breathed again, not knowing what else to say as she began to pant softly.
He just quickened the pace again, using her hips to pull her closer. The bed was creaking and Ulquiorra watched her. Every time she said his name his hips snapped into her. It was unintentional, but he really liked how she said it. He wanted her to keep saying it. "Yes, Woman? Tell me. You look so hot like this. I can't wait until we can do this again. I already want to fuck you again. You are gorgeous, Orihime; so hot and wet," he told her.
Her features pinched a bit as she felt the first precursory sparks of pleasure wash through her, and her knees came up a bit as she squeaked. "Ooh, Ulquiorra," she panted again and then she felt like she needed to hold onto something. Her hands couldn't reach him. She touched her stomach and her hands rose up over her own body, over her breasts and face until they ended up over her head, gripping his pillow. "I could live in your bed," she said after a particularly pleasurable thrust, causing her walls to tighten a bit in a distinct, winking sensation. She wasn't coming yet, but she was well on her way.
"Heh, you want to? Be ready for me whenever I want? I don't see myself getting a lot of work done if that was the case-Oooh," he moaned as a shiver went through him. "We could just lay here together and make love all day and night."
"We could," she said in a tight voice, then gasped. "Oh!" she peeped next. The stimulation was building and she felt something that had been coiling inside of her threaten to snap. "Oh, Ulquiorra, Ulquiorra," she bit her lip and closed her eyes. It wasn't going to be long. Her walls were starting to twitch.
Snap. Snap. Snap. His body met hers three times with rapid thrusts. It felt good. It was pleasurable. It was hot. He could feel her body tensing under his hands. He could join her just as easily. He leaned over her and his eyes fell on her face. "Hold on." As her arms snaked around his neck and her thighs tightened around him, Ulquiorra's tempo became faster and faster. He was gritting his teeth against the sensation of her wet pussy around him.
That was it. He was sending her over the edge. She could feel her body tense, her breath starting and stopping as she waited for it, and then everything broke. Her core throbbed and pulsed around him as the bands of muscles in her walls constricted on him. "Ulquiorra!" she shrieked as she came on him, then cried out loudly as he continued to move. It felt like she could only hold onto him as the sensation of her orgasm only grew sharper.
The growl that he breathed was low and only got louder as her orgasm intensified. "Yes, Orihime. Come on me," he said to her. When her nails gently sank into his shoulders, Ulquiorra let go. His pacing became sloppy and finally he arched his back and stilled his hips. "Oh! Fuck!" The force of the pleasure he was feeling was overwhelming. He was almost never vocal during sex, but Orihime was making his brain melt in ways that he never knew existed.
Even as he stilled, her walls continued to suck on him, attempting to milk him dry. When the thumping sensation between her legs began to subside slightly, she opened her eyes again. She looked at Ulquiorra and waited. Part of her was afraid. Very afraid. An echo of the people in her past who had hurt her floated through her head, whispering ideas that now that he had her, his interest would wane. She raised her hand to his chest. "Ulquiorra?" she asked in a tiny, shaky voice.
He heard her. He was just trying to gather brain function to answer. After several seconds passed, Ulquiorra opened his eyes and looked at her. "Yes Orihime?" he asked in a quiet way.
Her throat constricted. Her eyes watered. She blinked several times and tasted bitterness in her mouth. "Um, do you… Do you…" She had to swallow. Her lower lip trembled. "I don't want you to stop…" She covered her eyes with her hands. "Please tell me you still want me here tomorrow."
He grabbed her wrists one at a time and then gently pinned them to the bed. Ulquiorra could not believe her words. Why would she think that? "Orihime, Woman, I want you here. I want you to stay here with me. I want you. I won't stop. I want you with me. Please don't cry. I love you."
She opened her wet eyes and found his. She blinked frequently but otherwise held his gaze. "You've got me all wrapped around you, but not just like this. I think about you all the time. I wonder what you're doing. I worry about your health. I think of you if I hear a good song and wonder if you'd like it. You're always around me even if you're not there. I don't think you understand how much of my mind you occupy. It scares me sometimes." The post-coital rush of emotions and brain chemicals allowed these words to flow out unfiltered.
"Hey, I think about you too. I wonder what you're doing at night and during the day. I wonder if you're happy or if you've eaten well. I think about you when I think of coffee and different flavor combinations. I think about you a lot. I've thought about you a lot since I came back," Ulquiorra answered her. He slipped out of her and then laid beside Orihime, wrapping his arms around her. "You've been something I've constantly been thinking about since I saw your blog."
She buried her face in his chest and inhaled deeply, memorizing the scent, as her arms went around his waist and her leg wrapped around his possessively. She nodded at his words and closed her eyes again. "I'm here now. I'm with you."
The thought was loud in her brain as she said it. She pulled her head back a bit and looked up at his face. "Ulquiorra, I'm with you." She laughed silently and kissed his chin. "This is so wild."
A lazy smile came over his mouth and he laughed. " You're with me and yes, what we did means we're together now. You can't back out of this. You get me. You get the perks. You're still going to pay five bucks for a latte though."
She rolled her eyes and a slow, quiet snort answered that comment. "What do I have to do to get free lattes? Buy you out?"
"Heh," came the laugh. "Nothing. You can't do anything. Do you really want free lattes?" Ulquiorra's eyes slid over her form before they returned her face.
"I don't need free lattes. I need you. I'm just curious about whether there is a secret bonus move that gets me access." She smiled at him fondly. "Damn. We have chemistry."
A sigh left him. "We definitely have a thing."
"A thing?" She was a bit confused.
"A connection. We have that thread that draws us closer."
She nodded. "Since the first time I saw you."
He gave a nod. He wasn't good with words about relationships and stuff. "Actions speak louder than words to me. I knew the moment I wanted to have you over for dinner was the moment I was going to be with you. The moment I gave you free coffee I knew we were going to be together."
She smiled at him. "You did? You knew?" She dragged herself up his body and kissed him, then looked him in the eye. "And you kept making the stinkface at me?"
He flashed his brows at her. "It helps me keep the mystery man alive. It kept things interesting between us," he said. Ulquiorra sighed again and then sat up. "I need a smoke and I need to clean up. You made a mess of me."
She smirked. "You didn't mind ten minutes ago." The smirk grew into a grin. "Go. I'll be here."
Slipping from the bed, Ulquiorra left the bedroom to go to the bathroom, and when he came back he was wrapped in a long, thick bathrobe. He held another one in his hands. "This is my spare, but should you need it," he said, handing it to the redhead. "I'm gonna go out on the balcony and will be back in five minutes."
She took it and watched him with a small smile as she sat up. She waited until he was outside before she slipped out of bed, put on the robe, and went to the bathroom, cleaning herself off a bit. It was when she was combing through her hair with her fingers that she noticed the dark red blotches on her neck. That naughty boy.
She walked over to the balcony door and watched him smoke. Despite her general aversion to it, she had to admit that he looked sexy doing it. She tapped on the glass and pulled the neck of the robe out a bit, pulling her hair to one side and pointing at the hickeys decorating her neck.
Ulquiorra put the cigarette in his mouth and then gave her two thumbs up and grinned. He knew what he had done to her neck. She looked absolutely ravaged when he had been done with her. He took several more puffs before stubbing the cigarette out in the ashtray. He came in the door that was between his bedroom and the kitchen. "Something wrong, Miss Inoue?"
"I'm just glad you got me a scarf, if we go out I'm going to need it!"
"It really sounds like you're complaining," he said in a teasing manner. "Does the lady protest to being marked by her lover?"
She blushed and shook her head. "Would you… Okay you're going to think I'm a pervert."
Ulquiorra smirked. "You? A pervert? Why would I think that?"
She loosened the sash on the robe and pulled the opening so that the robe exposed her shoulders, neck, and tops of her breasts. "I want you to take a picture."
Underneath the robe his cock twitched. Underneath his calm demeanor, a demon rose to the surface and demanded that he take this woman back to his bed again. Ulquiorra opened his mouth then closed it again. He had never had someone ask him to do something so intimate or erotic. "Let me get my phone," he murmured and took her by the hand to lead her back into the bedroom.
She followed without a word, struggling to dampen the grin that wanted to come out to a small smile. She had seen the hungry glint in his eyes.
As soon as they were back in the room, Ulquiorra picked up his phone and opened an app to adjust the lighting in the room. Then he opened the camera app. His eyes raked over Orihime's body just as his teeth raked over his bottom lip. She was gorgeous like this. He took several photos of her and then threw the phone on the bed near the pillows. "Orihime," he said.
"Yes?"
"I want to be inside of you again. I want to make love to you again. I want to mark you," he said. Ulquiorra grabbed the sash of the robe and yanked on it, revealing his body before he shrugged it off. "Are you ready for me?"
She couldn't contain that grin anymore. Her hands pulled at her sash again and she let the robe fall off her body. "What does it look like to you?" she asked when it hit the floor.
Once again he emitted a low growl. This woman knew how to turn him on. She knew how to push his buttons in a good way. It took him a second to practically scoop her off her feet and deposit her on the bed. Then Ulquiorra flipped Orihime over. "I want you again and again," he said, voice heavy with lust.
"Good," she purred, walking her knees together and raising her ass off the bed. "Then we are in agreement."
He reached over and grabbed a condom out of the top drawer of the bedside table. He was tempted to say screw it but it would be rude and he never went raw in anyone before. He rolled the condom over his hard dick and slid into her and did not stop until he felt her ass against his hips. "Fuck," he sighed.
"Hnngh," she cooed, pressing back against him. She sunk her face into the mattress and held on the sheets. "You're so… So…" She moaned into the comforter an unintelligent mewl.
Normally he would hold back, but Ulquiorra was too aroused. His hips snapped into her, hands gripping her hips and her ass. "I'm so what? Tell me, Woman. Tell me how I make you feel," he demanded as his strokes started to speed up.
"You're so perfect," she cried out. "You feel like the perfect fit," she called out, then squealed into the covers again. She wasn't lying. He filled her. He stretched her. He did not hurt her. He was perfect.
He bit his lip as he pounded her into the mattress, holding back from coming too soon. He liked how she felt around him. Ulquiorra growled as he reached around her body, grabbed her tits and pulled her up against him. "I'm perfect, huh? So are you. You are perfect for me." He kept fucking her like this.
She let her head loll back onto his shoulder, her arms hanging limp beside her, panting with each thrust. She turned her face towards him, moaning without censure. "You make me feel like… Like…" She had an idea but he kept distracting her, her overly sensitive parts reacting to him like a hair trigger.
His mouth latched onto hers for a moment, thrusting up into her. "Like what?" He asked, voice strained as he felt his body preparing to come.
"Like a queen," she groaned, her hands reaching behind her and grabbing his sides. "I never want to stop."
"Orihime—hnngh." Sparks of pleasure ran through his arms and legs before going down his spine. He was going faster until he felt his body twitch and then he stilled. Ulquiorra could feel the condom being filled and his cock pulsing with every jet. "Fuck."
As he stopped moving, she brought her arms up around his neck and kissed him. "I love you," she said between heaving breaths.
He let his head drop to her shoulder, panting from the exertion. "I love you too," he said, kissing her shoulder and making his way to her neck. "I meant to last longer but I played myself."
She smiled and leaned forward a bit to let him off of her more easily, then laid on the mattress. "You are perfect. Don't even- Damn. I am a lucky girl."
"Do you want to get off again? I can use my hand or just watch you get yourself off," Ulquiorra looked at her with an almost feral smile for a second.
"Do you want me to? It won't take long," she teased, rolling over onto her back and spreading her legs. What had gotten into her? She blushed and closed them again. "Just kidding, you don't want to see that."
He scoffed. "Bullshit. I am male. I want to see how you get yourself off thinking of me," Ulquiorra said, laying beside her and fondling her tits. "Show me. I want to learn."
"The prodigy thinks he has more to learn? Okay," she said, rolling slightly onto her side and facing him. She started staring at his body and brought her fingers to her clit, stroking it gently as she raised one knee up to point at the ceiling. She kept the slow pace up, her breathing controlled, hitching and releasing, until her face turned pink. Then she turned her dark eyes up to his, staring into them; into his soul, it felt like, as her belly starting to tremble with the threat of her impending orgasm.
The green-eyed man was taking in all the sights and sounds. He watched how her fingers worked against her. He studied how her breasts moved. When Orihime looked at him, he decided to help by slipping two fingers inside of her. "You're so wet and tight."
Immediately her entrance tightened around his fingers and she used her free hand to grip his shoulder, biting her lip and coming silently; holding her breath. When it was done, she closed her eyes and panted. "Thanks to you," she breathed when she had the oxygen to do it.
He chuckled before getting up. "Are you going to need a towel to wipe up?"
She hummed a laugh. "Do you want to take a shower with me?"
"We can, but I like cool showers and you like warm ones. If you need to take one it's fine. If you want me in there I can be."
"Ulquiorra?"
"Yes, Orihime?"
"You can just tell me what you want. You don't have to bend over backwards to accommodate me. I love you for who you are and what you do and how you like to do it. Just saying. If you don't want a shower, a towel will be mightily appreciated," she said with a small chuckle.
He let out a quiet sigh. She had noticed. His brain was screaming at him that he didn't take showers at this time of day. "Okay. I'm going to wash up and I'll bring you something to clean yourself off with. Lay there and relax, okay?"
"Yes sir," she said lazily, stretching out and smiling with her eyes closed.
A/N: FINALLY! What did you think about them finally doing it? Next chapter is the last one! Thanks for reading.