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It was a strange feeling, one of potency to be over Rukia in such a position. Her thin waist was snug between his powerful thighs. Ichigo flushed slightly, noticing her wet core rub against the material of his uncomfortable boxers. He was already slightly aroused by Rukia's antics. He had never thought she could produce such strange sensations within in.
She smirked back at him, licking her voluminous lips seductively, indicating him to make his gambit. Ichigo gulped at her provocative stare. There was something about Rukia that made him feel completely insecure. His hands tensed slightly as she placed hers over his.
His hands were rough and coarse, in contrast with her smooth, soft ones. She smiled looking up at him, her cobalt eyes meeting his amber ones. Rukia chuckled to herself, noticing Ichigo's ruddy cheeks and hesitant stare. She shrugged the gaze off, however, remembering this was his first time.
"Show me what they do in your movies…" Rukia murmured slightly, her hands moving further up Ichigo's arm, trying to soothe him. She smiled, feeling his arm hair and muscles tense slightly under her desirous touch. "Teach me…. Ichigo." Her voice sounded sluggish and light through the confines of the closet.
Ichigo gulped at that moment and leaned down for another kiss. Their lips met quickly, this time, almost forced. Rukia parted her lips, allowing Ichigo to penetrate her willing mouth. She gasped into him, murmuring his name slightly, as his teeth grazed across her bottom lip. Had she taught him to do that?
She could feel his weight atop of her, his breath fanning over her heated face and his digits entangling themselves in her ebony locks. He was real, alive, physical and there, not matter her mind had created. Ichigo was truly panting atop her, shaking, and groaning, meshing himself into her.
Ichigo groaned feeling her hand brush his chest and move down his heated abs. Her touches were light and fluttery, but distinctive enough to be tangible from under the material of his nightclothes. His amber eyes shot open and caught hers again. He watched her, this time the moment much shorter and less strained than the last. Ichigo could clearly see in the confines of her cobalt eyes a deep and lustful aspiration. Her gaze clung to him, wanting him, needing him to continue. Ichigo returned her gaze with a light, fervent smile. He zealously looked down Rukia's body, examining her practically, naked form. She was petit, as he could have always imagined. Her pale, limbs quivered slightly with anticipation and her digits reached behind his neck. Her ebony locks were untidily cast across her pillow.
Ichigo could feel himself twitch with anticipation from under his boxers at the sight. He quickly winced however, at the slight rigidity of his pants. It was getting too hot and too uncomfortable for him. He could feel his slick skin begging for the night air and his nether region begging for attention.
He glanced down at Rukia again and smirked uneasily. She smiled back at him, as genuine as his. Ichigo wasn't quite sure how sex or any such activities occurred. He had only watched movies that ended here; the couple portraying that they had sex. The next scene in the movie skipped to the morning, when both partners awoke in each other's arms. (How cheesy!!)
"Do you need help?" He heard the creature below him ask. Her voice fluttered within the confines of the space and flickered lightly to his ears. It was light, and breathless, almost panting. Ichigo's gaze caught Rukia's again and he nodded, feeling his body relax from released tension.
Rukia smiled, gently taking his hands in her own. Ichigo laughed, slightly, noticing she could barely wrap her petit digits around his own. Rukia looked up at him, scowling slightly, unaware of the humor in the action, before placing Ichigo's hands upon her breasts.
Both figures blushed slightly from the intrepid action. Ichigo's eyes widened, and he instinctively began to pull away from the flesh beneath his fingers; Rukia's hands met with his, however before he could escape.
"Don't you want to touch me?" Rukia asked, her hands stroking his slightly. "It feels good, I promise you won't hurt me."
Ichigo's cheeks burned an even deeper red than before at the blatant words. His fingers relaxed, gently squeezing the soft skin below his digits. It was soft and light; he gently pinched the small peak, praying for a decent response from his partner. It was pathetic how nervous he was about this. He looked at Rukia cautiously, unaware of the sensations racking through her small frame.
Rukia's cobalt eyes fluttered closed and her gasp penetrated the silent night air. She arched her back instinctively, allowing Ichigo to grasp more of her chest.
"K-keep going." She panted, grasping Ichigo's thighs entrapping her.
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