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Chapter 13
3rd Person
He set her down gently as he reached behind and pulled the door shut. The sound brought with it the realization of the complete privacy they finally had. Him and her. And no one else. They had waited for this moment for too long. And now, nothing would stand in their way.
The room was completely dark, except for the two traditional wood frame bedside lamps with sakura patterns on them that bathed the room in soft, muted tones of pink, orange and gold. Not a word was said. There was absolute silence, save for their breathing that had quickened in anticipation of what was to come. He took a step forward, coming to stop right behind her. She did not have the courage to turn her head to look at him. Yes, she wanted this, but that didn't mean that she wasn't nervous. He seemed to understand this since he gently took her hand in his and brought it to his lips. Her breath shook as he placed light kisses to her fingertips and then her knuckles. His warm breath teased the inside of her wrists as he kissed the sensitive skin.
Reaching up with his other hand, he carefully pulled out her hairclips and let her long, lustrous hair cascade down her back and past her hips. Shifting the glorious burnt-orange mass over her shoulder, he bent to kiss her neck as she intertwined their fingers. Slowly, giving her enough time to protest, he pulled down the zipper of the red dress. The tips of his fingers brushed the small of her back as the dress was finally unzipped. She held out her hands and let it fall to the floor. She shyly peeked over her shoulder and saw his eyes move down her back to her curved, barely-covered backside. Embarrassed by his unabashed staring, she swallowed and quickly turned around to press her lips to his.
He was slightly surprised by her sudden gesture, but not for long. His mouth moved over hers in ways that made her almost lightheaded. She let her lips open for him and he wasted no time in entering her mouth. Their tongues battled for dominance and she lost quickly, permitting him to explore her familiar sweetness once again. He pulled away abruptly, his hands coming to rest on her shoulders. Timid eyes met his heavy stare and she swallowed to let her dry mouth form words.
'Wh-what are you – 'She was barely able to whisper before he spoke.
'Let me look at you.'
She blushed hard, but complied with his request as he drank in his fill of the sight before him. Fair, unblemished skin seemed to glow in the soft hues of gold and pink around them, tempting him to taste that soft creaminess. Her face was flushed, gray eyes bashfully averted from him, with long, sooty eyelashes that brushed her cheeks. Her cute button nose complimented her cherry-red lips that glistened as her pointed pink tongue came out to lick at them. His eyes roved over her graceful neck, down to her shoulders and round, perfect and abundant breasts that appeared to beckon his touch. Her slim waist flared out to wide hips and long, long legs that seemed to go on and on and he imagined once again, just as he had so many times before, how they would feel wrapped around him.
The only thing protecting her modesty right now was the lingerie she had on. The black lace that hugged her curvaceous bosom and hips, on anyone else would have looked just sexy but on Orihime, with the combined innocence of her pure face and heart along with her tantalizing body, it looked downright sinful. Having had enough of his torturous gaze fixated on her, she stepped forward and kissed him, hoping desperately that he didn't notice just how red her face was. His mouth slanted over hers as their tongues met again. She grew braver and her hands hesitantly came up to undo the buttons of his dark shirt.
He inhaled sharply as she brushed his chest in shy, tentative motions. Her fingers trailed over his hard, chiseled stomach and she was fascinated by the movement of his muscles in reaction to her touch. He grew impatient, desperately wanting to feel every inch of her bountiful curves. Scooping her up once again, he walked over to their bed, gently set her down and then climbed in himself. She reached for him, arms looping around his neck and pulled his lips over her own once more. His eager hands roamed her sides and she shivered as his palm covered her flat stomach.
His mouth moved from her lips to her cheek and jaw, down the column of her throat, trailing butterfly kisses on the fair skin. His lips found her pulse point and she gasped loudly. He sucked and kissed at the sensitive skin as soft mewls spilt from her lips and her fingers clenched in the unbelievably soft hair at the back of his head. He bit slightly and swept the spot soothingly with his tongue, male pride taking over briefly at having marked her as his. Her breathing erratic, her back arched in response to him and her large breasts pressed against his hard body. Having waited long enough, his impatient fingers reached around her to undo her bra. He fumbled with it, a heavy scowl forming on his face as he struggled to understand the damned contraption before she took pity on him and helped him out. She giggled at his disgruntled expression, which was not appreciated by him. He exacted his revenge by sliding the straps down her shoulders, hooking two fingers in the front of the lacy material and pulling it off, at which point the laughter stopped abruptly.
Her fingers clenched in the sheets to keep from covering herself as his bold, smoldering chocolate eyes took in her pale, abundant mounds and pink, pebbled nipples. She shuddered as he reached up and gently cupped one of her breasts. He bit back a groan at how soft she was and gave a small squeeze. His other hand joined the first and he molded the pliant flesh as her teeth dug into her bottom lip to hold back the embarrassing sounds that wanted to spill from her mouth. His hot, wet mouth enclosed one of the hardened pink nubs and she gave up on control. Her heartbeat grew quicker and her back arched, pressing her further into his mouth as a moan escaped her. His fingers found her other nipple and tweaked and teased the sensitive bud and he smirked against her sensitive skin as she gasped his name over and over.
An unfamiliar heat coiled in the pit of her stomach at his ministrations as he shifted his mouth and gave equal attention to each of her heaving mounds. Her mind was a hazy, unknown but very pleasant place as she allowed herself simply to feel. His fervent fingers trailed down her stomach and hips. Her face became redder as he pulled off her black thong and his hand trailed down till he found a small mass of auburn curls just above her most private place. Half-lidded stormy gray eyes bore into molten chocolate ones as her crimson cheeks and small smile gave him all the permission he needed. He traced her opening and her nails bit into his shoulders. A lone finger slipped inside her heat and he groaned in response to the feel of her. She was wet, unbelievably so. For him. All for him. He pulled out a little and pushed his finger back into her, setting a slow rhythm and she moaned repeatedly at the movement.
He found her hidden pearl and she mewled loudly as the pad of his thumb brushed against it. At her urging, one finger became two and he quickened his pace as she arched her spine and tightened her grip on his broad shoulders. Her legs spread wide and he hardened further just from watching the erotic sight of his fingers dipping into her beautiful flower. The heat in her belly grew greater as he added another finger and his hand pumped into her faster. And just as she thought that it was all too much, he bent his head and took her aching nipple into his mouth again as he pinched her jewel. He watched in absolute fascination as his Hime came apart beneath him. Her spine arched and her body stretched, pushing out her heaving breasts. Her essence gushed out of her as she held onto him and her wordless cries of pleasure bounced off the walls.
She came down from her high and her blush darkened heavily as her brought his fingers, dripping with her essence to his mouth as his eyes held hers. Embarrassed at being the only one naked, she impatiently tugged at his belt and it was his turn to grant her wish as he stood up and quickly pulled off his jeans. His hands stalled at the waistband of his boxers and he watched the different emotions of nervousness and curiosity play on his lover's pretty face. He slowly peeled them off and smirked as her eyes grew wide at the sight of his fully hardened arousal.
She made an effort to clear her throat softly.
'Th-that. That's not going to fit.'
He grinned at her, trying to assuage her fears as he crept back over her and his hardened length pressed against her stomach.
'It will.'
'A-Are you sure?'
'Yeah. U-Unless you don't want to then – '
'NO!' and then she blushed horribly, 'I-I mean, th-that's not necessary.'
He smiled at her as she turned her head away in embarrassment at her outburst and ducked his head to place a tender kiss to her lips.
'You're not the only one who's eager.' He said softly and she smiled at him.
It killed him to wait any longer but there was one more thing. They had never discussed it before. He wanted to know because he didn't want to hurt her.
'Hime, is this your first time?'
She nodded shyly and he felt humbled and empowered in the same moment as he felt his love for her surge. She could have had anyone she wanted and yet, she chose him. It would never cease to amaze him that the Goddess before him was truly his.
'Mine too.' He said hoarsely.
He felt it was wise to stop talking after that since his problem down below was getting to be quite painful. Apparently, she thought the same. Their mouths met in a frenzy and they knew that this kiss was different from the rest. There was a new hunger, a new urgency and they wanted to get closer to each other. His heavy weight pressed her small form into the mattress as he took himself in hand and aligned himself with her entrance. He pushed into her, groaning as he felt her molten heat around him and he stopped when he felt resistance. She wiggled, trying to get used to the uncomfortable feeling and then nodded in permission at the silent question that his eyes asked.
He pushed past her barrier till he was fully inside her and stilled immediately. His kiss swallowed her cry and he absolutely loathed that he was the cause of her pain. His hand cupped her cheek and he kissed away the wetness at the corner of her eyes as he muttered, 'I'm sorry, Orihime. I'm sorry.' Over and over against her heated skin. She felt the pain subside somewhat and marveled at the fact that they were truly one. He groaned and clenched his teeth with the effort to not move as she rolled her hips experimentally. She was tight, very tight and her wet heat encompassed him like the finest glove. She finally, finally signaled for him to move. He pulled out and pushed back into her slowly and they groaned in unison at the feeling the motion brought.
The heat coiled in her stomach again and she urged him to go faster, which he did. Her ankles locked around him and her nails dug into his back as their lips met again in ravenous kisses. His thrusts grew powerful, reminding her of waves crashing on the seashore and she cried out his name in a chant as he hit a spot in her that made her see bright, unimaginable colors beneath her lids. It was too much. All too much. His hands, roaming her body and grasping her heaving, silken mounds, his mouth, pressing kissing after bruising kiss to her waiting mouth. She felt like they were both running, reaching towards the edge of a cliff that was just visible on the horizon. And then he reached between them and pinched her jewel. The coil in her stomach burst. Her body went taut like a spring and her vision turned white as she broke and fell off that elusive edge, crying out his name in ultimate ecstasy. Her wildly convulsing channel and the liquid heat pouring out of her took him along with her. Her walls clamped around him, pulling him in. Her name burst forth from his lips and he joined her in falling off that edge as he spilt into her.
He lay above her as they both came down from their high, breathing heavy and ragged, bodies spent and mind blank with pleasure.
'Wow.' She said.
'Yeah.'
And then they both laughed tiredly, faces red but lips stretched with smiles. He began to lift himself off of her when she tightened her grip around him, keeping him there. After a few minutes, he slid out of her and lay on his back. She made a sound of protest that he found too cute to resist and he gently pulled her to him so that her head rested on his chest. She put her hand next to her cheek and hooked a leg over his, sighing contentedly as her brought his arms around her.
They drifted off to sleep with a euphoric emotion of being complete. They were Ichigo and Orihime. A King and his Princess. A healer and her warrior. And now, in every sense of the word, husband and wife.
A/N: Tada! There it is! So . . . how did I do? This is my first lemon, so be nice please! Hope you all liked it! Lemme know your thoughts!
NOTE: I've marked Mr. and Mrs. Kurosaki as complete, because for me, it is. When I had started out the story, I didn't really have an end point in mind but I think I've reached the ending I wanted. I may or may not add a few chapters or separate one-shots related to this fic later. A big thanks to each and every one of you who reviewed, faved and followed my story. You guys made me very happy!
You can look forward to more Ichihime and other pairings in my in-progress and upcoming works! :)