...too much an ego in bed. Though, she got her pleasures out of it. There was the faint darkening in her cheeks, and it was noticeable under the moonlight. Ichigo found himself taking the time to look over her once more.
His eyes drifted to her choice of clothing. She wore a tightly fitted tank top, and short black boy shorts. Not much to take off, but highly appreciated. He enjoyed seeing her in close to nothing. Especially those damned legs of hers. The thought of those limbs made him release one of her hands to trail his hand slowly down the side of her boy.
He took his time, in no rush. His hand drifted over the mound of her breast and down, finger tips trailing over her belly button. He could smell her arousal, and the musky scent made his mouth water. Finally, his hand settled upon her thigh, moving down the smooth muscle and skin as he gently squeezed and groaned. Her legs could very well be the death of him someday.
Brown eyes opened once more at her soft gasping, and his hollow picked up on her pounding heart. The inner king alerted him to her current state, urging him to ‘mate’ with her or let him take over. The usually grumpy teen shrugged the alter ego off as he leaned forward to capture the lips he owned in a searing kiss. Yoruichi moaned deeply, reaching up with her free hand to pull him closer. God, she just ...