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Chapter 11

Be careful what you wish for, they say.

Once an infatuated fan girl, then a hopeless devoted love, she could only day dream what her husband was doing to her right now in his bed, not long ago at the car park, and earlier at the designer clothing store.

"Ichi-"

Orihime really couldn't keep up with her husband's stamina. The rest was history as her heavy eye lids took over, and fell asleep on his bed.

Not wanting to interrupt his sleeping wife, he stealthily manoeuvred out of the bed and into his en-suite bathroom. Standing in the middle of the shower styled in gold and black, he let the water massaged his muscular form.

Repeat after me, you are not a sex addict.

But it doesn't explain how he lost control in the dressing room while they were out shopping, in public. When he saw her in that dress, and that innocent look on her face - seeking his help with her zipper, he was a lost cause.

The fear of getting caught in public made it all the more thrilling for him. Who knew that did it for him?

After being interrupted by the store person, they were brought back to their senses. They hurried out of the store, expensive boxes in tow towards the car. But he had only one goal in his head.

How he would be able to drive with his tightening pants, he would never know. Not that he made it far.

Which was why they found themselves in the parking lot, panting heavily in the back seat of Ichigo's sports car.

I'm not a sex addict, was his mantra.

They lips interlocked, tasting, testing, feasting... their breath laboured, all they could hear was their heavy pant and pounding heartbeat.

Foreplay was over, Ichigo position himself at her entrance, moving the tip of his shaft along her hot centre. He growled with pride when it instantly drool for him, allowing him to plunge in with ease as he leaned forward, guiding her legs wrapped around his waist, her hands tangled in his orange hair, clinging on to him as he kissed the daylights out of her.

Orihime tried to keep up with him as he bucked his hips relentlessly, cursing and moaning her name, and Orihime loved the sound of her name rolling off his lips.

In return she returned the favour, moaning his name to let him know how fucking good he made her feel.

God, he could fuck her all day. He sensed her body was near its limit... yet Ichigo was nowhere near done with her.

He flipped her so she was on her stomach, back facing him.

"Ichigo, wait... I can't...,"

"Shhh, you can... relax,"

"I..."

No more holding back, Ichigo lifted her ass and slid in from behind, causing her to moan in waves of pain and pleasure intertwined as she was pounded hard and fast.

He reached forward and grabbed her tits, squeezing those heavenly mounds that drove him crazy, and in fact drive all the Karakura men crazy. He was suddenly perturbed by the thought of other faceless men looking at his wife's rack.

"Ichigo, hurts..." she winced, feeling him pinched and pulled at her nipples roughly.

Digging his hands on her hips, he shifted his angle to penetrate even deeper, bringing them to release.

He cursed as he came like the tidal wave.

Gathering their breath, their bodies glistening in sweat from their physical activity.

Sex was always so good with Orihime. Perhaps he's realising that it's that good because it was with Orihime.

Although, he really was no sex addict.

To set the record straight, Ichigo had been with women before Orihime. He dated while in university, but nothing serious eventuated.

After their wedding, he had once fooled around drunk at a business trip. But it didn't repeat itself.

Now that he was closer to his wife, he couldn't get enough of her.

They just happen to enjoy sex a lot, they have done the deed everywhere, in the office, in their living room, even in her room - but one place they haven't had sex in was in his room, on his bed.

Ichigo felt something in him stir while imagining taking her there. Well, he was just going to do something about it. After all he's a man of action.

And so he did after they got back from their shopping trip.

And no, he wasn't a sex addict.

Quietly, he settled next to his wife's sleeping form on his bed and passed out.

Clicking through the web with the mouse in one hand, eagle eyes focussed on reading the displayed article after her earlier encounter with Madam Kurosaki in the pantry.

"I'm sure your husband appreciates the coffee you make but the kitchen lady and receptionist are paid to do that. Be someone of use to your husband, support him. "

When the auburn head's eyes widened, indicating she didn't quite comprehend, as expected, Yukiko elaborated, much to the young wife's relief.

"To be the wife of a future CEO, it's not just simple errands. Reading news and being up to date with current affairs is very important. Be it financial reviews, stock market, politics, sports or fashion headlines. Everybody that is somebody will be at the gala. I hope you make a good impression."

Without realising, she was being mentored by Madam Kurosaki, super successful (and intimidating) legendary business woman, and Chairwoman of Blut empire.

Gambateh Orihime, I can do it!

Each day, Orihime would dedicate reading time and took note of anything that piqued her interest.

This wasn't just for Ichigo, it was for herself to grow and develop. She wanted to be recognised, somehow she didn't want to disappoint their aunt.

She was thankful when Yukiko's EA, Riruka, emailed her and Ichigo the gala guest list.

Next step is to look up linked-in profiles of these business associates under the VVIP section.

Somehow, the upcoming gala felt like an upcoming interview. And Orihime will be prepared to ace it. After all, she was one of top students back in school. More significantly, it was the first major public event she would attend with Ichigo as husband and wife.

She was determined to impress.

The scent of peony filled the room, Orihime was obsessed with the perfume Ichigo got her from his trip.

Closing her eyes, she let out a dreamy sigh as she put the bottle of perfume back on her vanity.

I still can't believe he bought this for me.

It wasn't expensive jewellery but perfume is very personal, and the wonderful warm notes that Ichigo had selected was perfect for her.

It was sensual, exquisite and womanly.

Leaning towards the mirror, she put on her gorgeous new set of earrings. Then she did a half turn to check that she was pleased with her get up.

Dainty Stonehenge rose gold & diamond long dangling earrings and matching long necklace with rested just above her overflowing cleavage.

She looked every bit like a modern and elegant princess. A designer clutch and her favourite pair of champagne colour heels completed her ensemble.

She wondered if too much of her skin was exposed, especially her cleavage...

Her cheeks red from memory of the last time she tried the dress on, and the reaction she got from her husband.

Which came attached with its embarrassing memory of being interrupted by the store manager.

~Kurosaki-San, is everything alright in there?~

Orihime vividly remembered melting under his touch.

It was fucking hot.

This was more than she ever bargained for, more than she signed up for when they got married, more than when she made her vows to him. This, right now was beyond her wildest dreams.

She knew that she loved him. What she didn't know is if he loved her back, but she did know that he kissed her and touched her like he did. And she knew he cared deeply.

For now, Orihime was happy and content with that.

The light knock on her bedroom door brought her back to reality. Patting her cheeks to wake herself up from her lost thoughts, she went to greet her date at the door.

She felt her heart skipped a beat - it was as if she was going to prom and her date was picking her up. And her prom date was none other than her high school crush.

"Hey, are you ready?"

She nodded and swallowed thickly when she took in the view of her husband all scrubbed up. Mentally shaking herself out of her daze, she reminded herself that she was no longer that ditzy high school girl infatuated with Ichigo

But I guess he still has that effect on me.

He smirked, knowing Orihime was checking him out, a mix of admiration and lust in her grey orbs.

"Like what you see, Hime?" He chuckled devilishly and raised his elbow towards her, and cue her to hook her arms around his.

The tux was perfectly fitted to his tall frame, his rippling muscles showed under the smooth tailored masterpiece, excluding aura and charisma.

Stop it Orihime, you can't keep ogling at your husband.

Or can I?

Orihime was a lost cause.

It was going to be a long night.

Ichigo wasn't faring any better.

When Ichigo laid eyes on her, he was thrown back to one fine afternoon in a particular private fitting event of a famous designer. How he managed to stay composed, paid for they outfits, and raced off to his car, he will never know.

"Beautiful," his deep seductive voice made her swoon, she smiled and thanked him for the compliment.

He instantly recognised the scent as he stood next to her, that's the perfume he got her. It may not be much but he took time to pick it for her, it was a small gesture but first time he did it for any woman.

His heart swell and he couldn't hide the grin on his face. His wife was stunning beyond words in her pink blush outfit.

Her auburn hair styled into a messy top knot, loose strands framing her face and neck.

Ichigo gaze stopped at her thin ankles, and his thoughts went wild, wanting to grip those ankles and throw them over his shoulder as he pound...

Casting a hurried glance at the luxury watch resting on his left hand, (his aunt insists he got a Rolex), he wondered if they had time for a quickie.

"Oh look at the time, we better hurry Ichigo,"

Guess not.

He swallowed thickly and nodded to his wife, leading her to the car, mentally chided himself "Get a grip!"

It was going to be a long night.

End.

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