WARNING: The following chapter includes explicit content. I REPEAT, THIS CHAPTER IS EXPLICIT. NSFW, probably NSFL. Not suitable for minors or those of delicate dispositions.

To say that Renji was making up for his foolish behaviour the day prior was an understatement.

He was currently knelt between her legs, hitting that sweet spot deep in her cunt with his right middle and index fingers, and Rukia was hurtling towards her third orgasm that morning. His left hand pressed down, splayed against her lower abdomen, effectively pinning her wildly bucking hips in place whilst also increasing the pressure against that delicious bundle of nerves. His teeth teased her right nipple, and he smirked at the jumble of words falling out of her mouth.

"Don'tstopdon'tstopdon'tstopdon't- don't- Renji, Renji- there. There!" Rukia's left hand let go of the sheet it had gathered and gripped tightly onto Renji's right thigh, her nails digging almost painfully in. The other was clutching desperately to his left wrist. Her husky voice was at the point of breaking as she reached the high she was chasing, "Oh, Ren- Renji. Renji! I'm gonna- I'm go-!"

He waited for just the right moment before changing tack and raising her hips to his face. He drank her in deeply as she came, her essence hot and thick and exquisite.

Rukia was always beautiful, but never more so than when climaxing in the throes of passion, her eyes bright and her head thrown back as a deep blush spread down to her breasts. Her skin glowing with a thin sheen of sweat.

Propping herself up on her elbow, she reached out for his face, as she so often did at her zenith, beckoning him to her lips, her mouth opened expectantly, mischievous glint in her eye.

Renji leant over her, his face a couple of inches away from hers as he cupped her cheeks in his hands, and allowed her sweetness to drip from his mouth into hers.

She loved to taste herself on him, and he endeavoured to oblige her as often as possible.

He kissed her deeply, caressing her tongue with his own, whilst Rukia wrapped her arms about his neck, her hands in his hair.

She locked her legs around his waist, and pulled herself upright. Undulating her hips, Rukia stroked herself against his arousal. "You're so big," she sighed into his mouth. Biting her lip, she looked down at him before slowly meeting his gaze again, "I love your cock, Renji. I love the way you fuck me."

He reached behind her for a condom, groaning softly as she began twisting her hand up and down his length. Rukia had always been a consummate professional at filthy talk.

It wasn't just the words she said; it was the way that she said them; barely more than a rasping whisper, low and sultry. There was no need to shout and scream: the words were meant only for his ears.

And the way that she looked at him when she did so; like he was the very reason for her existence, an expression that was as equally lustful as it was loving. Eyes that told him that there was no one else who could make her feel like this, no one else who would ever see her like this.

Renji could never trust himself to reciprocate with words, they would come too stilted, too strained to truly convey what he wanted, but he hoped that she would understand his own gaze, that she would see at least a fraction of what she did to him.

She began rolling the condom down his cock as she massaged him. "I love the way you fill me up." She began nibbling on his earlobe, and he snaked his right arm tightly about her waist, whilst driving her hip movements with his left hand. "Stretch my pussy, Renji. Make me gape."

She was just beginning to sink down onto him when he stopped her.

"Turn around," he ordered gruffly.

He could see his words run down her body in a shiver; could see her eyes darken in anticipation. It wasn't often he took control from her, but when he did, she wound up an exhausted puddle of pure bliss.

Rukia looked back at him over her right shoulder as he positioned her knees together, and he leered back.

Renji spread her glistening labia apart, and took the time to appreciate the effects of his previous work. Coating his fingers in her wetness once more, he too one final taste; a single lick from clit all the way back to that delicate, puckered hole that quivered at his touch.

Their size difference made certain things difficult, but that didn't mean that he couldn't enjoy every single inch of her, and she certainly wasn't complaining as he did so.

He loomed over her as he positioned himself at her entrance. With his left hand on her hip, he settled his right hand gently at the front of her throat, lifting her chin up and to the side. He kissed her slowly and deeply, in tandem with the movement of his hips until he was fully seated within her. Gradually, he built the pace and strength of his thrusts until they were both flooding the other's senses.

Oh, yes. Abarai Renji was making up for his foolish behaviour, and Rukia could think of nothing finer.