[a shiver runs up her spine at that single, solitary tap, and she presses herself up. She's looking at where she knows his face is, considering for a moment where his hands are, before she says,]
No.
[it's an instinctive thing, to set that boundary, but it gives her a little bit of a thrill.]
I want you to satisfy me first. [and here, her face turns redder.]
[There's a pause - and she can't see it, but his eyes have gone wide, and his breath hitches a little at that command.
But then he instantly knocks again, letting go of the shirt and sliding down under her in one swift movement, keeping his hands on her hips to let her know where he is.
It doesn't take long until she can feel soft, long hair against her thighs.
As for Ichigo, well...he's not entirely ignorant here. His father's a doctor - he's read more anatomy books than most people his age, and he sure as hell knows where the Clitoris is.
So there's almost no hesitation as he dives in, mouth and tongue reaching for her clit to lick and suck.]
[there are goosebumps forming on her thighs as he moves, and she reaches a hand out to the headboard to steady herself. She can feel all of his warmth, of him, without seeing him, so the warning she gets is minimal
and her breath hitches in her throat, her other hand searching for his hair, so she can tangle her fingers in it.]
A-Aaaaahh--
[a quick exhale, and she's immediately aware of all the sensations. overly aware, and her fingers tense reflexively in his hair]
[Ah. He was a little too eager, wasn't he? That makes sense - he was just so happy to be...giving someone this that he went for it with gusto.
He slows down as soon as she says it, just using his tongue this time, teasing the clit before licking around it. The taste is - salty, but it's also undeniably makoto, and he decides he likes it quite a bit, also teasing the inner labia a bit before tasting around, though always making sure to come back to the most sensitive spot she has.
Hopefully, this is more in line with what she wants - because god, he just wants to please her.]
[she doesn't quite relax, but she already feels a world of difference. What had been too much moments before, was enough to send waves of pleasure through her now. Enough so that she needs to balance herself against the headboard.
Her breath hitches whenever his tongue laps against her just right. She feels herself getting wetter, and hotter. His hair gives her great leverage for communicating when she can't quite find the sound for what the wants, her fingers tangled in his hair, her thighs quivering around him.]
Much better...
[she 'hmm's happily, her cheeks, neck, and collarbone flushing red, as she feels herself start to get hotter.]
[There's - a thrill as she clutches his scalp, her hands in his hair as the way she tells him she's enjoying it when her moans can't. fingers have grasped his head roughly before - but that was in the middle of fights, not in an act of passion like this, and the frission from it - of feeling owned, of knowing he's in a completely vulnerable position - is making him achingly hard, even as he practically worships at her feet, tongue moving and tasting that growing wetness, nibbling ever so gently at her clit and folds before switching back to licking.
This - is nice. And he's learning things about himself by the second, honestly.]
[a soft moan escapes her lips at that light nibble, and she bites down on her lip. her fingers flex in his hair, while she has to school herself to stay still, to not react by moving her hips, not yet.
her body feels on fire, though, and she feels wet, hotness sliding down her thighs in response to him.]
[As she says that, he pauses - and she might be able to feel as he says 'yes, ma'am' against her before a hand shifts from her hips down to her mons, callosed fingers brushing against her lips before moving upwards, making slow circles around her clit as his tongue moves down to her entrance, really getting to taste her now as the tip of his tongue slips inside.]
[and that gets another moan from her, her hips rocking instinctively. The increased pressure from his fingers, and the teasing of her entrance makes it hard for her to stay upright, and so she has to use her hands, one against the headboard, and the other flexing in his hair.
Otherwise she might collapse from the flood of feelings that provides. It's easy to read the way she's reacting, with how her breath is catching, how she's having to fight to still herself.
This was more than she could have possibly imagined, and there's just... the added thrill of him being underneath her as he does it, that he's listening to her ever command.
it's almost too much. she didn't even know she could be this thirsty.]
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No.
[it's an instinctive thing, to set that boundary, but it gives her a little bit of a thrill.]
I want you to satisfy me first. [and here, her face turns redder.]
Well.. I want you to, um, eat me out.
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But then he instantly knocks again, letting go of the shirt and sliding down under her in one swift movement, keeping his hands on her hips to let her know where he is.
It doesn't take long until she can feel soft, long hair against her thighs.
As for Ichigo, well...he's not entirely ignorant here. His father's a doctor - he's read more anatomy books than most people his age, and he sure as hell knows where the Clitoris is.
So there's almost no hesitation as he dives in, mouth and tongue reaching for her clit to lick and suck.]
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and her breath hitches in her throat, her other hand searching for his hair, so she can tangle her fingers in it.]
A-Aaaaahh--
[a quick exhale, and she's immediately aware of all the sensations. overly aware, and her fingers tense reflexively in his hair]
W-Wait, slower...
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He slows down as soon as she says it, just using his tongue this time, teasing the clit before licking around it. The taste is - salty, but it's also undeniably makoto, and he decides he likes it quite a bit, also teasing the inner labia a bit before tasting around, though always making sure to come back to the most sensitive spot she has.
Hopefully, this is more in line with what she wants - because god, he just wants to please her.]
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Her breath hitches whenever his tongue laps against her just right. She feels herself getting wetter, and hotter. His hair gives her great leverage for communicating when she can't quite find the sound for what the wants, her fingers tangled in his hair, her thighs quivering around him.]
Much better...
[she 'hmm's happily, her cheeks, neck, and collarbone flushing red, as she feels herself start to get hotter.]
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This - is nice. And he's learning things about himself by the second, honestly.]
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her body feels on fire, though, and she feels wet, hotness sliding down her thighs in response to him.]
U... Use your hands, too...
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Otherwise she might collapse from the flood of feelings that provides. It's easy to read the way she's reacting, with how her breath is catching, how she's having to fight to still herself.
This was more than she could have possibly imagined, and there's just... the added thrill of him being underneath her as he does it, that he's listening to her ever command.
it's almost too much. she didn't even know she could be this thirsty.]