...ow. Pulling him up, she crashed her lips to his own, tasting herself upon his lips. She paid no attention to the smirk forming on his lips as she pulled away long enough for him to rid himself of his boxer-shorts.
Positioning himself at her entrance, Ichigo purposely pressed the head of his cock against her opening, making her arch and fidget. His hands held her hips in place, she couldn’t progress this even if she wanted to.
“Easy, Yoruichi.” He murmured, slowly easing his long length into her hot canal. A long, shuddering, sexy moan filled the room as she arched her back in sheer pleasure. Her legs spread more for him, bending up in order to fully take him in. Before long, he was completely buried inside of her, feeling her muscles clench and unclench repeatedly. Her hot flesh scorched his own, willing him to move. The Goddess wiggled her hips, begging for him to pound into her as he had been doing for months now.
Though, instead of fucking her hard and fast like she was used to, he slowly pulled back, only to push back in with just as slow of a pace. The movements were indeed pleasuring as she moaned his named repeatedly, back arching. Her body was on fire, and he knew he couldn’t keep this slow pace up for long. Though he was going to try. Feeling her muscles clench, he gave a harder thrust before finding a soothingly slow pace to go at. Each time, he thrusted harder, earning a satisfied gasp and moan from the woman withering helpl...