Rukia lay over Ichigo like a little blanket. His eyes squinted in sly slits as he continued to lick her. Then letting his hand trail up to her ankle, then calves, she still lay sleeping quietly. “Thanks, Inoue,” he said taking to the the sky, going to help Rukia. His decision had again been made for him and he sat up quickly taking his jogging pants down to his ankles and stepping out of them. She shuddered with pleasure at his boldness, at her lewd thoughts. She moaned slightly, her moan sent a shiver through him. The fans cooled their skin, but that was about all. The cold water had done its job to relieve his heated temper. She went about opening the windows and turing on the fans that littered the room. She soaped herself up letting Yuzu’s cherry scented soap fill her senses. Ichigo pulled back grabbing her on the curve of her waist to steady himself on the edge of the sofa and he pumped into her more forcefully, the sound of their slapping
