Ikkaku Madarame lemon - Slow arousal and burning desire

                The love of his life was beautiful. She wasn’t like Rangiku with outrageous curves and a forceful beauty used like a weapon. She wasn’t like Yoruichi with her slinking seductive form. She wasn’t like Rukia with her short angry temper, and she wasn’t like Orihime with her innocent persuasion.

                She was a league of her own, a quiet wave of serenity hiding a wildfire of untamed passion and loyalty. She carried herself with pride, and Ikkaku had to admit, he couldn’t take his eyes of her. When he first saw her with her wavy brown hair and her curving hips and her beautiful breasts, she was such a woman. How she ended up with him, he had no idea.

                One thing he loved about her, was that she was a challenge. She never backed down when it concerned something she was passionate about. She didn’t dress like Rangiku, her curves were covered and somehow, that was more enticing to Ikkaku as he couldn’t wait to unveil them. She was powerful, and kind, and gentle and yet so angry. She was like his zanpakuto, slow to boil but worth the wait when she finally let herself go.

                She was slow to anger, slow to provoke, but ikkaku’s favourite was that she was slow to arouse.

                “Ikakku, what do you want?” She didn’t even look at him as she raised her arms above her head and leaned her upper body left.

                “Nothing.” He replied, watching as her elongated body slowly leaned right.

                “Shouldn’t you be training?” Her body bent forward until her forehead was at her knees and her hands had trailed down her long legs and were wrapped around her ankles. He grinned as her shorts rode up more, he loved those shorts, the outline of her-

                She stood back up and then spread her legs wide before leaning down again. She pressed her palms to the floor and Ikkaku couldn’t take his eyes from her behind. It was like she was presenting it to him.

                Now, Ikkaku was a fight happy lunatic, he didn’t do chick flick moments, he didn’t talk about his feelings, he especially didn’t do girly workouts. However, he had NEVER appreciated yoga as much as he did that moment. He walked up behind her and slowly ran his hands over her ass and round her hips. His hands ran down her spine and pressed her down further. He pressed his hips to her butt and grinned. He could feel her muscles tense as they strained to stretch her further. The feel of them tensed against him sent his mind flashing to previous places, when her muscles were strained and stretched to accommodate him as he-  

                “Ikkaku.”

                “Yeah?”

                “Hands off.”

                He trailed his hands further, one hand scrunched in her hair, the other began to follow the curve of her ribcage towards her breasts. She stood up and walked out of his hold.

                “Don’t you have a patrol to do?”

                “Just finished, thought I’d come check out those shorts you’re wearing.” He flashed a wicked grin at her, showing her exactly what he was thinking. He was challenging her, she had to respond. She turned around and slowly, looped her fingers under the waistband of her shorts and let them drop. One foot stepped out of them, the other flicked back, sending the shorts flying into Ikkakus chest. He scrambled to catch them, and then nearly fainted when he felt the warmth of them. Just like how he could feel her warmth when he-

                “If my shorts are all you came for, then I guess you’re free to leave.” She said over her shoulder as she casually walked out of the gym. Ikkaku held them a second longer before stuffing the small shorts into his pocket and striding after her.

                She had changed, no longer wearing tight workout clothes, but instead wearing a one piece swimsuit that stuck to her figure. She made no acknowledgement that she noticed him walking a few steps behind her. Walking into another room she pressed a button on the wall and watched as one of the hot tubs began to fizz and bubble. He watched her, her long bare legs as they walked down the steps into the water, her breasts as they were without proper binding support, her hair as it was up in a quick messy bun with a few short loose strands at the side, her neck as it elongated for her head to fall back, and her lips as they parted to sigh in relaxation.

                “You have to have swim attire to use the pools Ikkaku.” She said lazily, not opening her eyes as she heard his clothes hitting the pool room floor. He didn’t say anything but she heard the water ripple as he joined her. She knew exactly what he wanted, had known it since he first walked into the gym looking for her. But she liked this little game they played, because she wasn’t as slow to arouse as he believed, but she was slow to give in to her arousal. Ikkaku was just so good with her, she liked to give him a challenge, something new to work with. She liked being brought to her brink and then pushed back, knowing that ikkaku was the only one who could pull her over. She liked knowing that Ikkaku would only let her sink into ecstasy when he was done playing with her.

                She felt him move her and then his hands were on her shoulders. His rough calloused fingers were kneading and moulding at the knots in her, pressing deliciously at the spots he knew made her squirm. His hands brought water up and let it drizzle down her back. His hot tongue lapped it up, letting her feel it through her suit. He followed the trail as far as he could until the bubbling water stopped him. She felt his hand press hot water to her bare shoulder blade, and then his mouth was there. The flat of his hot tongue pressed against her, roughly dragging along her skin. He sucked at her, nipped at her skin, rolled it between his teeth and noticed her slightly arch.

                His mouth moved further and further up as his hands moved down. They made a quick stop at her breasts, pulling at her nipples for a brief second, too brief, as he continued down. His hands became more insistent the further they went, and when they reached where she was sat on the seat he lifted her and moved his hands under her. He grabbed her ass, grabbed it hard. He loved her ass, loved how he could cup it in his hands, loved how it moulded to his fingers, loved how it made her gasp.

                With a controlled lift he heaved her out of the water and sat her on the ledge of the tub, her feet still in the hot water. He watched goosebumps raise along her skin as the cold air hit her and watched her eyes as they watched him. Slowly, he manoeuvred himself to kneel between those supple legs and her heart jumped into her throat. Automatically she could feel heat pooling to her core in excitement, Ikkaku knew this was her weakness and used it only when she was being especially difficult.

                “Ikkaku-” she breathed, not exactly sure what she was going to say.

                “Shh.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to the inside of her knee. His hands were ahead of his mouth, and the building apprehension was driving her crazy. His mouth pressed small kisses, small bites to her inner thighs and then he was there, at her core.

                She braced herself, prepared herself to deny any cry that tried to escape, but he did nothing. He was kneeled before her. His elbows kept her legs apart enough for him to fit between them. His hands were wound around her and had wriggled inside the back of her suit, his burning fingers gently kneaded at the ass he loved so much. His eyes caught hers for a brief second as she watched him, and then went back to looking at her core. She was on edge, her nerves were frazzled, but that was nothing compared to when he spoke. His voice was coated in lust, dark and rough like iron.

                “You’re getting wetter by the second.” With his words she felt another pooling of wetness settle there, and his resounding chuckle proved that he saw it. He moved in slowly, inch by inch until she could feel the heat of his breath on her. He nuzzled his nose into her, breathing deeply to capture her musky scent. Her face was red from a mixture of embarrassment and arousal, just the way he liked it. She looked around quickly, the room was for public use, and if anyone came in it was dangerously obvious what was going on. She parted her lips to say something to Ikkaku, but a long a drawn out moan left her instead. Her eyes rushed to where Ikkakus head was between her parted legs, and almost let out another moan at the sight. His mouth was open and had covered her core, god he was sucking her entirely. She felt his tongue run up the centre of her and press deliciously at the most sensitive part of her.

                God she wanted that swimsuit gone, she wanted to feel him without barriers. “Ikkaku” she breathed, “move the suit.” She felt the vibrations as he chuckled against her, and then felt his teeth grip the edge of the suit and move it to one side of her. He admired her for a brief moment, her dripping womanhood, oozing juices just for him. He pushed out his elbows to stretch her legs more, and watched as her core spread more for him. He was mesmerized, and god he was so hard. He saw her buck her hips in primal need, and he dived in. This wasn’t about teasing any more, he wanted to taste her, he wanted to eat her, he wanted to feel her wind and tighten and then explode into the bliss of an orgasm. And then he wanted to drink that up too.

                His tongue delved within her, twisting and twirling and reaching every corner of her he could reach. The hands on her ass dragged her closer, and she couldn’t take her eyes off him; pressed as close to her as he could get, drinking up the essence of her. His tongue withdrew from her and she was cold. Cold without him until she felt his tongue circle her clit before taking it into his mouth and sucking. He started gently, in a pulsing rhythm that matched his squeezing hands, but soon it was wild. He could feel that she was nearing her end, her thighs tightened around him and her head was thrown back. She was so close, so very close. He slowed down his pace, and felt her angry eyes on him, before he bit her. His teeth slowly and gently closing on the clit he still held, slowly rolling it, slowly getting faster before he felt her rise again, more powerful than before. His hands pushed her even closer, he had no space to breath but he didn’t need any, he just needed her.

                One last powerful bite was enough to send her over the edge, and as he felt her arch forward he delved into her burning, convulsing core and drank the juices there. When she came down from her high she looked down and saw Ikkaku’s wicked grinning face looking up at her, his mouth glistening with her essence. He gently pulled her swimsuit back over her core and gave it a light teasing ‘see you later’ kiss. He hauled himself out of the water and only then did her attention centre around the arousal that must be causing him so much pain. He was so hard, painfully hard, and seeing her look at him only made him harder. He captured the hand that was about to touch him and helped her to her feet. Her legs were still shaky, and he didn’t know that he could pull away once she had started touching him.    

                He led her into the women’s change room and then to a simple wooden door next to the showers. Opening it he gave a small bow and gestured her inside. She smiled at his foolishness, and how it did not fit the situation with his burning desire. Once inside she smelled the hot wood of the sauna, it was dark, the only light coming from the burning coals in the corner. Ikkaku closed the door behind him and all other light was blocked out.

                She was pressed against the wall, heat filling her body from both the wood and the man pressed against her.

                He grinned, “a lot of wood in here huh?”

                She rolled her eyes and groaned at the pun before she felt it rock against her. His low groan pressed against her skin, and his eyes never left her as he entered her. Once he was fully sheathed he took a moment to revel in the tightness and warmth of her around him, before wrapping her hips around his waist and pounding into her. His aching cock felt so much better, it belonged here, being swallowed up by his lover. His lover, whose eyes were closed and whose fingers were tight around his neck.

                “Ikkaku I’m almost there already.” She whispered.

                “Me too.” He muttered back, he’d been needing it for so long, he was ready to burst in the hot tub but he held on for this moment.

                He knew he was there, he couldn’t hold on any longer. With one last powerful thrust he fully hilted himself inside her and let go, feeling her shudder and clamp down on him in her own orgasm. They stayed like that in silence before she whispered, “You don’t have any clothes.”

                “What are you thinking about stuff like that now for!” He said, indignant that she was already thinking of something else than the mind-shattering orgasm he just gave her.

                “You should just buy it! Purple is such a good colour on you!” Rangiku’s voice echoed from the change room. His eyes widened in panic, his clothes were in the pool room! His lover saw his panic, and pressed her lips to his in a slow lingering kiss.

                “Gotta go finish my yoga.” She whispered before walking out of the sauna in her swimsuit.

                “I didn’t know you were in there!” He heard Rangiku exclaim, “want to come swimming with us in the pool?”

                “No I just dried off actually, I’m just going to do some last stretches and then head off for my rounds.” She replied, her voice not giving away anything that would make someone believe she had just stranded a man in the sauna with no clothes.

                “Oh alright, but we’re going shopping in the human world in a few days, you should come!”

                She laughed, “wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

                Ikkaku heard the door close and their voices drift away and sat in the sauna, she was going to pay dearly next time he saw her.