Renji looked over at the
female lying across his bed as she smiled teasingly over at him. He
had returned to the Soul Society after a Hollow hunting mission with
Ichigo to find her waiting for him in very tempting underwear. Her
ass wasn't even really covered by the lacy panties she had on and her
generous C cup breasts obviously wanted to bust through the matching
bra she had on.
Grinning, he kicked his shoes off before slowly untying the obi from around his waist. “How did you know this is what I wanted to come home to?” he asked playfully.
Aya smiled up at him,
shrugging her shoulders innocently. “Who knew huh? I was just
thinking that black looked good on me,” she teased, rolling over on
to her stomach and wiggling her ass playfully. Although, Renji didn't
really think that she needed it. His attention would have been drawn
to it as soon as she rolled over.
His uniform was quickly
shed before he was down to nothing but his boxers. Moving over to the
bed, he crawled across the blankets before he was at her ankles.
Kissing them playfully, he began to make his way up the backs of her
legs, placing random kisses along the way until he got to her ass.
Grinning, he nipped it playfully, earning a slight yelp from the girl
beneath him.
“That's not funny,”
she stated, turning her head to the side and gazing at him out of the
corner of her eye. She thought Renji teasing her was adorable, but
she would never tell him that. She already stroked him enough as is;
his ego didn't need to be added to that list.
“I don't know. I thought
it was pretty funny,” he stated as his hands slid up the back of
her thighs and he suddenly had her ass cheeks between his fingers,
kneading them gently and earning soft moans from her.
Aya couldn't believe how
long it had felt since Renji had last been interested in this;
honestly, it had been less than a week, but she was impatient for him
most of the time. When he began to knead her ass, she moaned softly
and pressed her face in the pillow, her toes curling with pleasure.
For Aya, stimulation like this and foreplay were really enjoyable.
“That's not the only
place on my body that's wants attention,” she stated.
Renji smiled, nodding to
himself. “I know that,” he said softly, one of his hands sliding
between her thighs and immediately moving to cup her, earning a
surprised gasp from her lips. “But this can wait. I've got special
plans for it,” he stated with a smirk.
“Is that so?” she
asked, her hips moving instinctively to try and get more pleasure
from his touch.
Removing his hand, Renji
slid them both up her back before leaning down and placing kisses up
her spine. Her once pale skin was now covered in deep black tattoos,
but he definitely was complaining. He thought they suited her and
definitely added to her sex appeal. This was like an art project; her
body was the canvas and his lips were the brush. He wasn't satisfied
until he had kissed every part of her back.
Moving further up her
body, Renji leaned over her right shoulder and tugged playfully on
the small hoop in her right earlobe. “What other places need my
attention first?” he asked, lifting up slightly as the small girl
rolled onto her back beneath him.
“Lot's of places,” she
said softly, her hands sliding up the sides of her body before she
cupped her breasts, his eyes immediately moving to follow her
actions.
“Those, huh? I think I
can deal with those,” he stated with a grin, leaning down and
immediately attacking her skin with his lips. He was extremely intent
on leaving hickeys on her body. He wanted to mark her, let her know
that she was his and his alone. And, since Aya never complained about
it, he never stopped. Why would he, when she was moaning enough to
let him know how much she so obviously enjoyed it?
“How's that?” he asked
teasingly, pressing light kisses over the fresh patch of sensitive
skin.
“B-better, but not
great,” Aya stated, feeling as if she were running out breath
already.
“Fine then,” Renji
stated, suddenly grabbing the center of the bra and ripping it apart.
He didn't care; he could always buy her another one. Leaning down
once more, he took her right breast in his large hand and began to
massage it slowly, his lips seeking out her left nipple before
bringing it into his mouth.
Aya's moans were growing
louder and she tunneled her fingers into his hair, holding his head
to her breasts. She just wished that he would hurry up already; there
were far more important parts on her body and she wasn't afraid to
shove his head, either of them, where it belonged.
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