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There was something hypnotic about the way the soap made her skin slide against his. Particularly the way the tips of her fingers were sliding across his hips, down the backs of his thighs, and up the other side to - ah. To grasp him there. Ichigo moaned against her mouth and brought his hands up to cradle her head as he kissed her appreciatively.
By the time he pulled away to look at her, Rukia’s lips were red from the abuse of his tongue. The water from the shower clung heavily to her hair and eyelashes, Ichigo couldn’t help but watch as a bubble slipped down the hollow of her throat and between the valley of her breasts, leaving a soapy trail in its wake. She noticed him watching and glanced down, then back up at him with a slow smile that would have been coquettish, had it been anyone but Rukia.
She took his hand and guided it downward, across her collarbone, along the path the bubble had traveled. His fingers brushed lightly against the sides of her breasts before she pushed his hand further downward, along the flat plane of her stomach finally pressing his fingers firmly to the apex between her legs. His brain disintegrated a little as her slickness coated his fingers; an entirely different sensation from the wet of the shower or the slippery surface of the soap. He pulled his fingers across her and watched her shudder in response. He pressed against her again, this time eliciting a moan that caused his cock to twitch in reponse. He wanted more.
Ichigo reached down to cup her buttocks, lifting her up and positioning her between himself and the wall. With all of the self-restraint he could muster, he eased himself inside of her. And oh god she was hot and wet and then she had him by the hair and was threatening very unpleasant things if he did not start moving and start moving quickly. Then she was moaning again and her breasts were sliding against his chest with every thrust and it was quite possibly the most amazing thing he’d ever felt in his life...
...right up until the moment when he lost his purchase on the tile, fell backward, and hit his head on the edge of the soap rack with a smack on his way to the floor.
Later, as Rukia held a cold compress to his head, she fixed him with a curious look.
“Hnh. I always figured it would take a lot more than that to crack that thick skull of yours.”
By the time he pulled away to look at her, Rukia’s lips were red from the abuse of his tongue. The water from the shower clung heavily to her hair and eyelashes, Ichigo couldn’t help but watch as a bubble slipped down the hollow of her throat and between the valley of her breasts, leaving a soapy trail in its wake. She noticed him watching and glanced down, then back up at him with a slow smile that would have been coquettish, had it been anyone but Rukia.
She took his hand and guided it downward, across her collarbone, along the path the bubble had traveled. His fingers brushed lightly against the sides of her breasts before she pushed his hand further downward, along the flat plane of her stomach finally pressing his fingers firmly to the apex between her legs. His brain disintegrated a little as her slickness coated his fingers; an entirely different sensation from the wet of the shower or the slippery surface of the soap. He pulled his fingers across her and watched her shudder in response. He pressed against her again, this time eliciting a moan that caused his cock to twitch in reponse. He wanted more.
Ichigo reached down to cup her buttocks, lifting her up and positioning her between himself and the wall. With all of the self-restraint he could muster, he eased himself inside of her. And oh god she was hot and wet and then she had him by the hair and was threatening very unpleasant things if he did not start moving and start moving quickly. Then she was moaning again and her breasts were sliding against his chest with every thrust and it was quite possibly the most amazing thing he’d ever felt in his life...
...right up until the moment when he lost his purchase on the tile, fell backward, and hit his head on the edge of the soap rack with a smack on his way to the floor.
Later, as Rukia held a cold compress to his head, she fixed him with a curious look.
“Hnh. I always figured it would take a lot more than that to crack that thick skull of yours.”
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