Her hands were clenched in the bed's sheet, while her body was moving frantically. His fingers were walking along her abdomen, causing sweet shivers to cross throughout her body.

His lips were pressed on hers lower ones, making her to lose increasingly more her control. His tongue was crossing lively on every part of her wet inside, trying to capture every specific flavor of hers.

Ichigo could not refrain his grin in the moment when he was hearing her groans what seemed to beg him to don't stop. He swore short when he realized that his body was behaving heretic, refusing to listen to his impulses to be gentle. The desire to be inside it was overwhelming him.

Orihime startled when she felt his hot breath inside her. Her body was answering at every impulse of him. When he introduced a finger inside her, her body arched trying to get used to this new sensation.

Ichigo almost ejaculated when he felt how tight she can be. That made him to want even more to insert his erect member inside her.

Her eyes opened and closed quickly, probably because she was confused by the novelty of sensations what were crossing her body. Her cheeks were scarlet. She was embarrassed that her neighbors will be aware of their activities. But that seemed so far away. The mere thought left instantly her mind so she focused on the boy next to her.

Her eyes sparkled, reflecting a hint of mystery, satisfaction and hidden desires. Her breathing was becoming heavier, urging him to offer her the thing after what her body was craving so much.

Everything was happened so fast that Ichigo has not even realized when he entered inside her. She was so wet. The walls of her sex were including perfectly his erection.

He dropped his head trying to control his pulse, which has ceased since a long time ago to function normally. His body began to vibrate when he felt her hands stuck to his shoulder blades. Her head was placed on his shoulder, her lips were glued to his neck, her tongue was moving carefully watching every movement of his muscles. His member began to pulsate and she began to move herself slow trying to enjoy every feeling what he was offering to her.

After that her tongue headed toward his earlobe, and she sucked it slowly and gently, making any restraint of his to disappear. In the next second his lips were stuck to hers and he began to kiss her hungry, as if his life would depend of it.

His hands moved fast to her hips, making her to move increasingly faster. The flavor of her body was soaking increasingly stronger with his. Orihime tried to break away from the kiss just for a few seconds to take a deep breath, but Ichigo did not allow her. His lips came quickly in search of hers, making her desire to breathe just an old memory.

Her nails sank inside his back, warning him that she could not resist any longer. The corners of his mouth raised forming a smile, beeing pleased to see the power what he has on her.

Ichigo broke the kiss stop for a few moments and she turned her gaze on him. She was so beautiful. A rebellious strand was placed on her face, but he chased it away, before she could be aware of it. He wanted to see every reaction of hers, he wanted to see that his desire is mutual. His member started to move even faster inside her. The time almost stopped when they reached the most desired point in the same time. Everything seemed to be magic.

He covered her small body catching her inside his arms. Her head rested on his chest. He was feeling complete sensing her nearly, seeing his essence spread inside her body.

He raised her chin forcing her to look him right in his eyes. Her face was so innocent, like she was hiding what had just happened between them just a few moments ago. He loved that about her, he loved that she could be so pure despite the fact that he was so addicted to her. He smiled, wanting to give voice to his thoughts.

"Hime, I ..."

Ichigo did not get to tell her how he feels about her because he was awakened by one of his father's blows. The orange haired boy started to swear, angry that his father interrupted him. Isshin started to laugh and he was dancing something what he called the dance of the winners, pointing his fingers in Ichigo's direction, reminding him every second that he managed to surprise him.

The boy raised quickly from the floor, still tense from the intensity of the dream. But in spite of it he managed to hit Isshin as strong as he could causing him to fly on his door, then down the stairs, to finally land on the living room's coffee table.

"That should teach you to leave me alone, old man." Ichigo said after what he grabbed his towel and he headed to the bathroom to take a cold shower.

After 30 minutes Karin started to knock at the door, warning him that he was about to delay. Ichigo did not respond. He sat in the shower with closed eyes, leaving the water to relax his body. But it looks like this it's useless. His member did not want to calm down and the adolescent really hated himself for what he was going to do.

The orange haired boy finally managed to get to school, with a delay of 12 minutes. Ochii-sensei did not seem to give him great importance, choosing only to attract his attention of his irresponsible behavior.

Ichigo felt Orihime's gaze directed on him, but he decided to focus himself on anything else still feeling guilty for the last night dream and also for his delay's reason. He closed his eyes trying to calm down after what he was trying listen to the sensei's lesson.

It was not surprising that after less than five minutes his gaze was directed on her. Orihime was chewing the end of her pen while she seemed to really be interested of the teacher's words. Her chemise occasionally was slipping on her delicate skin, revealing her pink bra material.

Ichigo quickly moved his gaze, aware of the consequences of his observation.