If I was smart, I'd have paced out this update, but I have no self control at all.

Disclaimer, I do not own Bleach or its characters

Ichigo:

I barely felt in control of my body. It moved on its own, as if she pulled at hidden strings, beckoning me forward. And the way she moved with me, perfectly in sync, was its own kind of magic.

Already on the brink of losing myself, I slowed our kiss. She let out a long, slow breathy sort of noise that went directly to my crouch. Pulling back, I ran my eyes over her features, eyes still closed, mouth parted and huffing.

She owned me completely.

My hand slipped down her neck, to brush against her breast beneath her shirt. And I was enthralled as her head tip back as I turned to palming her roughly. The hickey on her neck seeming to strobe with her inhales.

I was already fisting her shirt in my hand, as if to rip the cloth to shreds.

With a calming breath, I released it, her eyes creaking open at the sound, "Why'd you stop?"

I could laugh, I could cry but I settled for a smile at the needy tone. As I spoke I popped open one of her buttons, then another, "I want to take my time,"

It was true. So often, we barrelled forward with a cluster of hands and mouths, never pausing to enlong the moment. My fault, of course, once I stripped her of her clothes all bets were off.

Yet that sad desperate twinkle in her eye when she'd thought I'd been oblivious to her flashed in my mind. As if she'd never noticed my need for her, long before I was allowed to feel it. And not just to touch her, but to hear her, see her.

Her shirt fell away, leaving her standing in her small skirt and pale pink bra. I toyed with the frill, her back slightly arching into the touch but I did not allow more than the pad of my thumb to brush against her skin.

She was wiggling now, an annoyed sound grounding out from her throat, "Ichigo, touch more,"

I continued to slowly stroke my thumb, until it ghosted over her peaked nipple. Her gasp turned my blood molten.

"You doubted me."

The words were out before I knew they were on my mind. Before I could stop them with my better judgment. It was too late to snatch them back when Orihime's eyes opened again, her head giving a slight shake, "No, not you. Just… the you of then."

It was clear she had separated her past and present so strictly, that I was two entirely different people. It panged through me, the anxiety that had caused her to do that. My forehead bumped hers, "I'm an idiot,"

Small hands fisted into my shirt, "You're everything I wished for,"

I grasped her face between my hands, looking into her eyes to search for any half truth. I found none. "I wasted so much time,"

She chuckled, her own fingers starting on the buttons of my shirt, "Then get moving."

Regardless of her words of encouragement, it was she who bridged the gap between our mouths. I let her control it, let her tongue gently enter my mouth as her hands pushed my shirt off my shoulders.

Shivers followed in the wake of her stroking down my chest, across my stomach.

Then she paused at my belt, her kiss less direct and more proding.

She wasn't getting off that easily, "What next?" I asked her around our kiss.

Nails digging in roughly to the skin at my waist, she deepened our kiss at the challenge in my voice. I would have laughed, if not for the soft brush of her hands removing my belt. She pulled it completely from my belt loops, then dropped it somewhere behind her.

Her mouth left mine, to trail across the plain of my chest, leaving a path of heat behind it. The wicked minx paused at my sternum, chin resting there as her big doe eyes stared up at me. I was about to end her torture when her small hand slid down to brush against me inside my pants. She smiled sweetly at my shaking exhale.

"How did you imagine it?" She asked. My brain must have short circuited because she laughed, then clarified, "When I took you into my mouth, how did you picture it?"

My heart stopped dead in my chest, but Orihime did not hesitate to unbutton my pants, sliding the zipper down even while her innocent eyes watched my face.

"You don't want to tell me?" She guessed and I shook my head.

It had changed each time. With every usage, the fantasy would evolve. At first, it had been her laying in bed with me fully clothed, her mouth the only part ever touching me. Then it was us at school, her hidden under my desk during lecture.

But over time, I'd begun to envision her undressed. Her draped over me as her mouth worked me up and down, my own tongue spreading her open as her thighs straddled my head.

Yet, the most common of them all, was the image of her at that concert. Down on her knees, looking up at me. Even now, I could see it as clearly as I had then. In that fantasy, she was purely herself. Her eyes had been large and hypnotic as they looked at me, like they were waiting for me to praise her.

They held that same look now as she pulled me from my pants. As she slid to her knees before me.

I thought I might pass out, just from seeing it.

"Was it like this?" Her voice was breathy, and her lips brushed against my tip as she spoke.

And despite my earlier refusal, I answered, "Yes,"

I slid my index finger against her cheek, tucking her hair behind her ear. I knew better than to discourage her from it, once she set her mind to something there was no going back, and my dick was throbbing to the point of pain.

But Orihime had never done this before. She'd never needed to.

And in spite of the confidence she'd held earlier, there was now a timid set to her mouth so I stroked her lip with my thumb. "Don't be nervous,"

Her fist pumped my length slowly, "Will you tell me if you don't like it?"

My knees were already buckling as I promised her, "I'll like it."

I watched her, short of breath, as she sucked the tip into her mouth. My groan sounded gravelly even to my own ears, and while I had told myself I wouldn't, my hips pushed forward on their own. Only slightly before I forced them still.

Orihime lifted slightly higher on her knees, as she took more of me into her mouth.

"Fuck," I ground out, at the suction of her first withdrawl.

Instead of sheathing me again, she pumped me with her fist and licked my seam. With a control I didn't know I had, I kept my hips from thrusting forward, but I fisted my hand into her hair.

She was already sucking me in before I said, "God, Hime." She watched me watch her, her cheeks hollowed out as she worked me in and out of her hot mouth. It was those eyes that made me say, "Yes, just like that,"

A moan vibrated against my dick and fucking hell, it was more than my imagination could have come up with.

My encouragement spurred her on, she took more of me into her mouth and I swore as I felt the back of her throat close around me. She did it again and again, before running the length of her tongue from base to tip.

Where the hell had she learned this?

I'd make a note to ask her later, but right now, I was fighting to stay in control.

She looked beautiful as sin, and I brushed my thumb over her eyes to smooth out the moisture as her eyes began to water. She was making the neediest, most carnal sounds around me and her eyes, those fucking eyes, still watched me.

I gripped her jaw, and she tilted her head up as I pushed slowly into her mouth and she wrapped her lips tight around my dick as I moved it in and out. "Good girl,"

My praise made her whimper, then she shifted closer, forcing me deeper until my broad tip had passed the back of her throat.

I noticed then, one of her hands under the hem of her skirt. Her arm moving deliberately as she sucked me off. The sight was enough to unravel any notion of control, "Hime- fuck, I'm gonna come."

She squirmed, her hand that worked herself, moving faster. But she didn't move away, instead she planted me firmly in her mouth as she contracted the back of her throat and there was nothing I could do to stop the hot release from spurting into her mouth.

The rocking of my hips against her was impossible to slow, but she swallowed me down greedily. Not stopping until I was spent and pulled back, my dick springing free.

Her cheeks were wet with tears and she was gasping but her hand was still between her legs, her eyes glazed with desire.

It overshadowed any fantasy I'd ever conjured on my own.

Truthfully, I could have fallen to my knees like a man before god.

But she still looked overcome with lust, each breath that escaped her more like a desperate plea. I will never forget it, in any life.

Still standing over her, I smoothed her hair from her face, "What did you think?"

"Ichi-" she gasped, completely overcome with need as she tried to focus her eyes on my face, "It's-"

She broke off, as she wiggled her hips, gasping at whatever she was doing that was shielded from my view by her skirt.

I take back what I said, her skirt concealed way too much.

I kneeled down before her, palm fanning over her hip until it reached its zipper. It pooled around her bent knees, revealing her white panties. Her fingers had moved them aside as she worked her clit.

Without a moment of thought, I pulled her over me, laying back until she was seated above me. Her sweet, wet scent taking over my every sense. As my nose skimmed the once again covered slit of her core.

Orihime gasped, despite her arousal. "I don't…."

She cut off as I gripped her by the hips and tore her panties to shreds, her gasped turning from one of shock to pleasure as my breath fanned over her dripping sex that sat only an inch from my face.

I flattened my tongue against her in a strong even stroke before saying, "Take what you want,"

Back into the throwls of her desire, she lowered herself against my mouth. I licked and sucked at her as she ground against my mouth. Her sounds, wild and all consuming, came unfiltered. She moaned and gasped, then screaming out as I sucked at her sensitive bundle.

Her hands dug themselves into my hair as she continued to ride my face, and I could see her head thrown back, her tits straining with each breath.

My dick was already hardening again, aching against the plane of my stomach. It twitched with every one of her noises. Begging me to replace my mouth with its hard length.

I ignored it, hands gripping harshly at her ass as I devoured her.

I pulled her slightly forward, so I could thrust my tongue into her entrance and I felt her contract around it. Like her body was begging me to push deeper.

"Holy shit," I breathed against her. No longer able to hold off as I fisted my dick. I squeezed my base to near pain to hold off my already approaching orgasm.

Orihime, thank fuck, didn't seem far behind. She moved my mouth back to her clit and pushed down against me until my chin was brushing against her entrance with every flick of my tongue.

"Ichigo, Ichigo, Ichigo," Her hold of my hair went tight, her body quivering above me as I felt her slickness pool down the sides of my mouth.

I allowed myself only one pump of my fist as she came. Any more and I would be a puddle on the floor.

Her thighs were shaking on either side of my head, her breasts still heaving but her hands loosened their death grip of my hair then she shimmed down until she was laying on top of me completely.

I released my throbbing shaft so I could rub my hands up and down her back and sides as she rode out her ecstasy. I could feel her heart beating against me, it was erratic and just as quick as mine.

"That was unbelievable," She signed as my lips left a trail over her forehead.

I'm sure my smile mirrored the one I used in battle, when I was sure of victory. My hands trailed back down until they skimmed over her backside, then between her thighs to brush against her still dripping sex, "You don't think we are done, do you?"

Not even close.

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