Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
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Following Orihime's departure, Ichigo sat down in his chair, shaking his head and cackling at how badly his hormones were currently surging. He had simply watched her as she exited and he could've sworn that she added a little extra sway and sass to her step. The scene blew the man's mind away, leaving him pondering just when, oh when did his spouse become so sexual?
The rest of his workday consisted of musings pertaining to the vivid memories remaining in the forefront of his brain … taunting him, making him mad with lust.
The young lawyer licked his lips and straightened his collar. He had to pay her back, or he would surely perish – he knew it.
… And once five o'clock struck he made certain that would occur, one way or another…
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Nightfall approached quite quickly, pleasing the young attorney. He was the last to leave the office – as usual – but he vacated the premises a hell of a lot sooner than normal. He quickly entered his black Lexus and took off into the night.
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Ichigo had picked Orihime up from work, and together the two zipped through the streets of Karakura in record time. The latter considered asking the former the reason why he drove so fast, but opted against it due to the fact she kind of took a liking to the adrenaline rush.
Once they arrived home, the loving wife was in for an awakening. The woman hardly had any time to walk through the front entrance before she felt his loving hands behind her in a jiffy, cupping her bottom.
They were both standing right in front of the door and she'd been captured totally unaware. In turn, Orihime yearned to shift her body around to face him; however, Ichigo sensed her desire and as a result, feasted on her neck in an act to keep her as she is.
She softly moaned while his lips traveled along her neck – licking and sucking every which crevice he touched – and she endured the oncoming shivers down her spine like a child in a candy store.
Alongside her sweet moaning, the woman's scent caused the man's hormones to go extremely haywire.
He had to have more.
His devil-like grin accompanied his hunger-induced kisses whilst he suddenly started pulling her pants down. He didn't bother asking her whether or not she wished to persist because of their initial agreement. And while her "visit" wasn't discussed, he had a general notion as to why she did what she did (outside of the reason she provided him with).
"Earlier was merely a warm up for the real thing… … Well, Orihime, I love you, but, I haven't shown it quite yet. Let me show you how sorry I am."
Orihime gasped upon finally realizing that her pants had been removed. The slight August breeze met her legs as she looked down, blushing. "I-Ichigo I…"
"You needn't say anything…," his husky voice eased her. "I'm just fulfilling my obligation…"
Damn… it turned her on when he spoke like that!
Her apron and shirt were stripped from her the moment he uttered that command. Her matching white brassiere and panties with a pink flower print was all that remained on her body.
Despite that, she wasn't bothered like she'd been in the past. In fact, she welcomed the attention.
In an instant she felt one hand creeping inside her bra, lifting it slightly and touching her enormous breast. His nimble fingers dancing along her pink nipple, he would pinch it occasionally, reveling in her gentle moans.
… And yet, that still wasn't enough.
The husband had been insatiable to this point. So why should he stall now? Being the intelligent specimen he was, he had no intention of stopping. After all, Orihime brought this on herself.
Keeping the momentum in his favor, he reached his opposite hand around to the front of her, slipping his other hand inside her panties, gasping as heated moisture greeted his prodding digits. His fingers would then run along her heated slit, accumulating wetness, before easing inside her tight entrance.
His wife cried at the sudden invasion, but it was quite the pleasurable one.
She adored when he claimed her body.
It was his to do whatever he wanted, at any time he desired. Her only wish would be that he'd do so much more frequently.
Cocking her head back, the heat coiled in the pit of her stomach the longer they went on. She felt herself about to reach her peak, but with her not being the type to be vocal when it came to her orgasms, Orihime's moans grew more audible along with her core clamping around his fingers.
Recognizing her release was imminent, Ichigo smirked, thrusting his fingers in and out of her womanhood progressively quicker … and it didn't take long for her to allow her orgasm to expel from her body, with her heart pumping furiously, her body shaking, then freezing, open-mouthed from a long, breathy groan.
The young lawyer had been shocked at the amount of hot arousal leaking from her entrance, but he that wasn't a bad thing.
…Far from it.
Conversely, he did hold a small inch of sympathy for her panties. It was sort of unfair how little regard he had for them when he could've merely taken them off too.
How careless of him.
Ichigo patiently waited for Orihime to finish prior to removing his fingers. He took a minute to observe the thickness of her release, allowing the aroma to please his senses before slowly devouring what he possessed.
While this went on, the wife was still dealing with slight tremors inside her body in light of the force behind her orgasm … and she was quite positive it had to be one of the most powerful – if not the most powerful – expulsions of satisfaction she'd ever experienced with her husband (and only sex partner). It left her to wonder if perhaps their lack of intimacy in recent months was the culprit. More than likely it had to be, but she couldn't rule out anything, given how unpredictable Ichigo could be.
Nevertheless, it should be noted that it didn't really matter; it's just that she liked always knowing everything when something involved their relationship.
"I hope that makes up for me being a jerk to you earlier," he began, still standing behind her. "You were just trying to help and I jumped on you for no reason. I'm sorry, Orihime."
"It's okay. You were just stressed and I shouldn't have pressed you so much. I'm sor-"
"I'm glad you came," he smiled. "Seeing your face makes everything all right. I'm lucky to have a woman like you."
Her cheeks burning from his statement, she replied, "Ichigo, I don't know what to say…"
"Again; you needn't say anything. It's my fault," he responded, kissing her cheek as he walked by her. "I'm going to go and take a shower, babe."
Orihime simply nodded, observing him walk in. Of course, she wasn't done with him yet.
"Oh… you're not getting away that easy, Mister Kurosaki. I'm not through with you. Not by a long shot."
The woman soon heard the water running and that was her cue to proceed inside. Her hormones were raging, her body stirred, yearning for his touch once again. … There was absolutely no chance that what occurred just minutes ago would be the conclusion. Not one.
She gathered her clothes and placed them in the basket outside the bathroom along with her – now damp – panties and bra, and giggled as she opened the door. Once ajar, her gray eyes focused on the open curtain and his naked silhouette, causing her to both blush and gush.
Now he was deliberately coaxing her, goading her, which she might add, was working. That body and all of its manliness did things to her that she couldn't explain.
"I'm coming in, honey."
With his back turned, it was unproblematic for Orihime to accomplish her goal – she had gotten behind his body in a matter of seconds. She took the time to admire his tight bottom as he washed under his armpits, giggling to herself that he hadn't detected her yet. The loving wife had to confess that it was fun being able to sneak around and catch him off guard.
"Boo!"
"Orihime," he twitched, shifting to see her smiling brightly. "What the hell are you up to?"
"I need you…," she stated in a sultry tone, kissing his chest lightly.
Feeling tingly, Ichigo tried to feign ignorance, "… What do you mean?"
As opposed to supplying him with a straight answer, she licked his right nipple in spite of his stunned expression, moaning as she began lapping her tongue around it and biting it slightly. That caused a heavy groan to emit from his mouth, encouraging Orihime to continue.
For nearly ten minutes she continued like this, placing kisses on his chest, relishing every tiny reaction he made. When she finished, Ichigo grinned maliciously, pinning her against the back wall and giving her soft lips many hard kisses. Orihime moaned at his aggression, yearning in earnest.
"You're going to get it, Orihime."
"I want you, Ichigo."
With a smirk, Ichigo's mouth journeyed to her breasts, kissing the unyielding flesh and sucking her taut nipples. His wife immediately cried out, overwhelmed by the gratification he bestowed upon her.
She then whined, "I need it now… Ichigo…"
Choosing to no longer fool around, the husband got to business, releasing her nipple amid an audible 'pop' and hoisting his spouse. Instinctively, Orihime wrapped her legs around him and ground her core into his rigid member to showcase how badly she desired him.
Ichigo entered her almost immediately, groaning as her tightness swallowed his hardness whole.
"Damn…"
A simple leer had been exchanged between them prior to the young lawyer thrusting inside the baker. He went deep, so deep, so deep, deeper than his fingers could possibly reach. So deep her nails soon were etched into his back, informing him that she appreciated his efforts, which motivated him to give her all he had.
He captured her large mound in his mouth once more in the midst of their lovemaking, sucking as hard as he possibly was enabled.
Moans filled the room, and the couple grew more intense. The wife's back slid up and down the wall amid every hard thrust, but the euphoria was too great to stop.
Feeling himself growing close, the husband abruptly stalled, breathing heavily and letting his wife down, dislodging from inside her. The wife pursed her lips and started to inquire on why he stopped, but only found herself shifted around and bent over.
Ichigo inserted himself back inside her, smacking her bottom. His hands then palmed her hips as he began thrusting madly. Orihime gasped, grabbing hold of the towel rack above and enduring the satisfying thrusts (she needed something stable whilst those electric charges were sent to her brain and down her spine).
The couple dearly missed the closeness of their intimacy. Their chemistry, the way they knew each other's bodies and just how and when to touch was, without question, indicative of what their relationship had blossomed in to. And while it somewhat fraught them that they couldn't be this close more often, they ordinarily burned themselves on the days their passions had the opportunity to run amok in an array of ways (sometimes sex, but typically not).
That was their way of true love, their haven, their bond through five lifetimes.
They each reached the ultimate bliss minutes later. Following that, the couple cleansed themselves of their release, washing each other's bodies and going to bed. Once there, they hungrily kissed each other, with Ichigo promising Orihime that he would be hers for the entire weekend.
The wife couldn't help but smile brightly at that prospect.
Of course, it took an ensuing lovemaking session to seal the deal.
Ichigo duly noted that he'd have to ask her what's gotten into her at some point (not that's he complaining, but still, something just didn't sit well with him).
Passion is an unrivaled force which cannot be severed. It cannot be defeated by anything inferior to itself.
To Be Continued…
A/N: The next chapter will appear soon. I apologize for the long hiatus. It shouldn't occur again.