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The night passed quietly after pizza. Both Ulquiorra and Orihime were emotionally and physically exhausted. The next morning they were back on a plane and when they arrived home, they unpacked and got back to their regularly scheduled lives.
Ulquiorra went to work that Monday. As soon as he walked into the office, Shelly thrust a piece of paper at him. He scanned the contents and frowned. “What is this?” he asked.
“Read it. It’s the information about the clinic’s holiday party.” Shelly pointed at the date and the time. “You need to come so we can meet your wife! Everyone is excited to meet her.”
Ulquiorra frowned more. “Um, Wednesday the twenty-first? At seven? Don’t we have patients the next day?”
Shelly gave him a puzzled look. “OH! Right, no one told you.”
“Told me what?”
“You get a week off work from the twenty-first to the twenty-eighth. Doc Wilkes likes to give his employees a little vacation. We close on the thirtieth and get New Year’s Eve off but we don’t get New Year’s Day off so don’t get too blitzed. Hangovers don’t look good to kids.” Shelly smiled and then walked away from him.
Ulquiorra took a photo of the flier and sent it to Orihime. He also sent her the information about the week off and the other holidays.
She saw the message and marked her calendar, writing back with a request to ask about the dress code. She had been busy that day, trying to keep her mind off the turmoil in her heart by weeding the garden before it got too hot. Then she took a dip in the pool and retreated to the house to clean their clothes from the trip and make sure everything was put away.
He came home that night, going through the door in the garage that led into the house. He put his stuff down and then went to find his wife. That had become their routine since he began to work. “Woman!” he called out. “What’s for dinner?”
“Salad and tofu steaks with rice. Also… I apologize in advance, but I did something naughty,” she said, coming out and cringing slightly, tapping her fingertips together.
His brow rose and then he leveled a stern look at her. “Naughty? Naughty as in you need spanking naughty or naughty as in we need bail money?” he asked.
A single brow rose. A single fingertip tapped her lips. “I might need a spanking. I might like a spanking…” she trailed off and then shook her head. “Well, I’ll let you be the judge.” She then took a step back and revealed a very fancy-looking appliance on the counter next to the microwave.
Ulquiorra had a skeptical look on his face. They had a microwave. They had a Keurig. They even had an air fryer. “Do we use the air fryer so much that you bought a second one?” he asked. “What is it? Wait, did you say rice? We’ve never had rice before.”
She grinned, her eyes squinting with implicit apology. “Yes, rice? I love rice… My mom used to make it every single time she cooked. It wasn’t often as I got older, but it still happened from time to time.”
He laughed and shook his head. “My mom and dad used to make rice and beans a lot. I loved my grandma Cifer’s Spanish rice. I love rice, too, but I didn’t want to make an assumption that since you are Japanese, you ate it too.” He looked awkward as he said this.
She laughed at that. “That is simultaneously very sweet and silly and progressive of you.” She came up to him and hugged him around the middle before kissing him hello. “Also, I know you used to eat rice; your mom is the reason I have this thing. We have this thing.”
“Oh god, you went shopping with my mom? What did she talk you into buying? Not that I mind but when my mom goes shopping, she SHOPS .” Ulquiorra stated. He sighed. It wasn’t a big deal about the rice cooker. But he knew how his mother was, and she could sweet talk someone into buying anything they wanted without justification.
Orihime chuckled. “We didn’t have a lot of time. She wanted to take me out to a slightly late lunch and then we stopped at that bougie kitchen store before she had to get back to Miguel and start dinner. I got the rice cooker and a new spatula. She also was trying to get ideas for Christmas gifts for you. It begs the question. Are we Christmas people?”
Ulquiorra sighed. “No, I’ve never decorated for Christmas or even celebrated it. I’ve bought a joint gift for my parents since I turned eighteen,” he said. Then his face lit up. “Oh speaking of Christmas, it’s semi formal and what do you want for a present?”
“Oh!” she replied, most interested in the dress code for his work party. “I guess the gala dress is too fancy, then. I might have to go shopping with your mom again tomorrow. And present? Hmm, let me think…”
Ulquiorra’s mouth turned down into an almost comical frown. He knew when his mom worked and when she was off. “She doesn’t work tomorrow,” he stated with a pout. He pulled out his wallet and looked through it before he handed Orihime a card. “Remind me I have to call the bank and get you your own credit card; well your card on this account. The pin is your birth date.”
“We should really get a joint account to handle most of the household things, it just makes it easier in the event one of us is unable to do bank stuff for medical reasons or whatever. But anyway, thank you. I promise not to go ham on this thing. But, while we’re thinking about it, what do you want for Christmas? Also come sit down, food is ready already.”
He had meant to do that when they moved, but between holidays, getting the house, car, and job, life had railroaded him. Then the Aizen thing happened, making him totally forget about it. “We can do that Wednesday when I’m off. And you can treat yourself once in a while; I’m not going to complain about it.”
She laughed and started dishing up food. “You are avoiding my question about Christmas gifts. I won’t be derailed so easily.”
That strategy failed. “I mean deserve whatever you like. As for presents, I was serious when I said that this house was my birthday and Christmas gift.” Ulquiorra looked at the plate she sat in front of him. Everything looked so good.
“This looks delicious. I may make a hot housewife outta you,” he said with a smile.
She snorted and placed her palms on the table as she stood over it, giving a nice clear view of her cleavage in the spaghetti-strap tank top she wore. “Am I not a hot housewife now?” she teased, smirking at him.
His eyes were glued to her chest. “No you’re my hot ass wife, my lover, my queen,” he said, reaching across the table to caress one of her breasts. “You need the teeny shorts and high heels to be the hot housewife.”
She looked down at his hand on her tit and snorted before raising a shit-eating grin at him. “If I have to totter around on the tip-tap ankle breakers, I think I need a pearl necklace and a dress with a pinafore. What do you think, Daddy?”
Ulquiorra chuckled. “I can give you a pearl necklace right now,” he quipped with a smile. He picked up his fork and lifted a bite of rice to his mouth. He chewed for a moment expecting it to be mushy or hard. “Mmmm, this is perfect.”
“Right?!” she replied enthusiastically, taking a seat at her place and picking up a pair of chopsticks, digging in. “Oh, there’s soy sauce over here if you need a bit more flavor on the tofu. I don’t like to overseason it.”
He shook his head and continued to eat. Orihime had really outdone herself. The tofu was great, cooked to perfection. The salad looked refreshing and like every vegetable in it would offer a crunch. “Good purchase with the rice cooker, Woman. Maybe I can make us some dishes sometime.”
She gave him a goofy smile through stuffed cheeks, squinting her eyes in happiness at his praise. When she finally swallowed, she said, “Yay! I’m looking forward to it. I miss your cooking. Also, Christmas. Present. Need ideas.”
He groaned and took a sip of water from the glass she always gave him at dinner. “I want a… a… a… cat. I don’t know. What the hell do I need? Nothing. All the essentials are covered. I have you.”
She rolled her eyes and stuffed a bit more rice into her mouth, and began to speak before swallowing. “I am Japanese, darling husband. I, like so many of my tribe, am horrifically allergic to cats. Also, it is a gift. It is not meant to be something you need. It is supposed to be something you wish for, something you desire, something you covet. What makes you feel longing when you glance at the Amazon homepage or through the shop flyers that come in the mailbox every Thursday?”
Oh. She wanted to see his wish list. Ulquiorra blew out a breath, exhaling loudly. “I didn’t know you were allergic to cats. I’m allergic to dogs. I just sneeze, but it’s annoying.” He muttered as he pulled out his phone and opened the shopping app. ”I want a hot tub so I can fuck you in it.”
She paused her chewing and her eyes bugged out. “That’s what I want.”
“But you want that every day. This only comes once a year,” Ulquiorra said, then his face formed an offended look. “I just insulted myself. I want a hot tub. I want to spend my time with you. I want to love you more than ever. I want you to be happy. I want you.”
Ulquiorra then stood up and walked over to where Orihime was sitting. He got down on one knee and opened his mouth. “ And Alllllllll I want for Christmassssssss issssss youuuuuuuu ,” he belted out with his country twang.
She blushed and bit her lip. “I want you to sing me a carol for Christmas. Specifically, Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas. ” She felt emotional just thinking about it - the song had sentimental value to her - but she let the moment pass. “And I assume then that you just want me wrapped up under the Christmas tree?”
Ulquiorra’s brain started going. He really only sang when he wanted to embarrass someone or was trying to be funny or making his mother irritated in the car. He knew his accent would come through more and he would sound so country like his mom. He jokingly rolled his eyes. “Now… What will you give me for Christmas? It’s not what I want; ‘tis better to give than receive. So Mrs. Cifer, what will you give to me, a lowly street urchin who would be happy with nothing.”
She tilted her head in confusion. “Do you want me to dress up like Princess Jasmine from that Disney movie? I mean, I could… Didn’t know you were into cosplay.”
His eyes went wide and Ulquiorra grinned. “I got it. I know what I want,” he stated as he stood.
“...What?” she asked with a healthy dose of hesitation.
“I’m tired of being Nurse Cifer. It’s your turn.”
The look on her face was that of a god finalizing his plan for all of creation. “Yes, yes… Oh my god, so… Such possibilities. Wait, do you want a scrub nurse or a candy striper?”
“I want a scrub nurse,” he said with an even bigger smile. “Then one of these days, you can be a candy striper.”
Her face fell into an expression of intense concentration. “That’s gonna take a bit more imagination on my part. Can’t just rely on my ass to do the work on its own if I’m in scrubs.”
Ulquiorra slapped his face then dragged his palm down his face. Then he reached down to adjust himself. “Fuck that was a mental image I did and did not need. You in a candy striper outfit, stripping on a pole and then fucking me or giving me an ass job. I have found that type of thing erotic. I want that on Valentine’s day.”
Her eyes went wide. “You have really thought this through,” she said, turning to the grocery pad that was within reach behind her to take notes. “What is an ass job?”
“What? Uh… You mean you don’t…” Ulquiorra sat back down at his plate and gritted his teeth. He was going to have to tell his practically virgin wife what an ass job was. Great. “Um. The ones I like are the woman laying down on her stomach and her ass cheeks are oiled and the man thrusts his cock… Ugh… He fucks her buttcheeks.”
She frowned for a second. “Wouldn’t it be more accurate to say he fucks her buttcrack? I’m just trying to get the right mental picture here.”
His face felt like it was going to melt off. “Yes. That would be the right terms.”
She smiled then and scribbled a note on the paper. “Okay, that’s easy. I always like the ones where the guy stands behind her and goes between the squishy part of her thighs but that can be for another day,” she muttered as she wrote.
“How many times are you thinking I can come in one night? I would love that. If I sat you could do that?” Ulquiorra had a curious look on his face.
She looked up at him seriously and tapped the pencil to her chin. “I can think of several ways in which it could be accomplished. You could lay down. I could kneel on a chair. You could…” she trailed off and nodded. “What other kinds of things do you want to try that we never have?”
Ulquiorra’s brain stopped as most of the blood in his body went to his crotch. “Uh, uh, a boob job and maybe more of that daddy thing. And or spanking.” He had to swallow after that. “I, uh, watched a lot of porn when I met you; like more than I usually did.”
She smirked at him. “I am both flattered and horrified. Also, I did not have privacy for porn so I had to use my imagination. Luckily for me, I am a pervert.”
His brows rose and he shook his head. “You are not a pervert. You’re a good girl; my good girl.”
She grinned. “I am your good girl. I also liked imagining all the naughty things I could do to you. I just don’t know what most of those things are called. I could describe them to you.”
“Please do,” Ulquiorra said, surprised that his wife would want to tell him that. “I’m intrigued.”
“Oh, you know, mostly just normal stuff, but after a while normal started to be boring to imagine. I did not start out with fantasies of going down on you. At first it was just sweet, passionate kisses and hand holding. Then dry humping. Then everything we’ve done up until now. We skipped over a few things, though. I still want to do the thing where I ride your dick raw but don’t let you inside. I want to get thrown around on a bed and pinned,” her lips twisted to the side and she looked up at the ceiling, trying to recall more specifics. “I wanted to do the thing when, like, one of us gets ourselves off and the other just watches and isn’t allowed to do anything. Stuff like that.”
His teeth worried his bottom lip and when she was done talking Ulquiorra’s eyes were only open halfway. “You want to give me a cameltoe slide. And I would love to see you get yourself off and I can’t come until you say so,” he said, his voice a bit growly.
She smiled at him without saying anything at first, pleased with his reaction. “Yeah? When? Want to save it for a rainy day or special occasion?”
“Surprise me. It doesn’t have to be all at once. We can spread all of this out and revisit these scenarios the rest of our lives, Woman.”
She nodded. “So many possibilities, and I get to do them all with you. How did I get to be so lucky? Oh, also, if you’re into, like, Zorro masks, please get one. Just a suggestion.”
He scoffed. “I can’t grow much facial hair but I think I can get a mask,” Ulquiorra said. “What about plaid skirts?”
“I could rock a plaid skirt. I did in middle school. Little Mary Jane shoes, white ankle socks… Also I can do without facial hair. Not my preference. Unless you eventually do have some come in, then you can take me on mustache rides,” she said, then broke into a peal of giggles.
Ulquiorra stared hard at Orihime for a moment. “My dad shaves every day. I shave every month. I’ve been shaving since I was eighteen, I don’t think one is going to come in. You don’t shave your legs all that often.”
She calmed down and shook her head, still smiling. “No, I don’t grow much. Thanks mom and dad for the smooth skin genes. And, your parents are nice looking people, Ulquiorra, but like, it seems like you stole every single good gene they had and compressed them into one person. I think you are perfect. I kind of have to stop myself from pouring pixie stix dust on you and licking it off all the time. But that’s a bad idea. I don’t want diabetes and you don’t want to be a sticky mess.”
He laughed. “You are right. No stickiness. Do you know that people in Hornet Ridge didn’t believe my father is my father?” Ulquiorra sighed. “I was too white to have a Mexican-looking father. My family is from Spain.”
She laughed. “He looks Spanish, though, so I can understand. He looks Spanish with a tan. You don’t go outside. This is all completely plausible to me. But, also, you resemble your mother a lot as far as coloring goes. I don’t know about me. You’ve met my father.”
She paused for a moment. “Do you want to see a picture of my mom?”
Ulquiorra nodded. “I do want to see if you want to show me.”
“Okay, let me see… Oh, here,” she said as she went through her phone.
When she showed him the screen, he took a look at it. He had seen her father and now he’d seen her mother. “I think you’re the perfect mix of your parents but you look more like your mom in coloring but with your dad’s facial structure.”
“Yeah, now that I see my dad in person, I can see the resemblance better.” She looked back at her phone when he returned it to her and pulled up another pic. “This is the only picture we have as a family that I know of.”
She showed him a photo of her as an infant in her mother’s lap with her father standing behind them and her brother standing to the side. It was a formal photo with the entire family in winter kimono except for baby Orihime.
His head tilted to examine another part of the photo. Ulquiorra could not help thinking that this could be himself and Orihime in a couple of years. They would be four instead of two. A perfect set; two and two. He looked at Orihime’s mom in the photo and his eyes glanced from the photo and his wife’s face. “Your mom and you look so similar here but yet I see you in your dad,” he said. “I want us to have something like this in the future.”
She smiled at that. “Two little guys? As long as they are one at a time so we can make sure we like the first one enough for the second,” she said, laughing, then sighed a bit wistfully. “It does have its charm, doesn’t it?”
“We are only having as many as you think you could handle,” Ulquiorra stated. “I only want a family with you. So, get me as a present the perverted little fantasy and a hot tub, and maybe a tattoo, and a family for us.”
“A tattoo, eh? What did you have in mind?” she looked him up and down, grinning, imagining all kinds of things on his skin. “It would be wicked if they somehow incorporated your scars.”
Ulquiorra nodded. He gave her a sad smile. The reason he wanted this tattoo wasn’t silly or funny. It was sad. “A four inked on my chest,” he said.
She noted his change in mood and sombered accordingly. “Why the four?”
“The four other men that were on the bridge.”
Her face fell and she stood to hug him. “You want to carry them with you?” she asked against his hair.
He nuzzled into the embrace.This was comforting. He wasn’t getting upset, okay maybe a little but it was fine. Still, a sob went through him. “It’s that and I feel guilty that I survived. I feel guilty the train didn’t smack me. I-can’t–” These were feelings he had been holding onto for a long time.
She kept holding him, fingers running through his hair, face pressed to his head. She knew it was an irrational feeling that he had, but she understood why he felt it. She sometimes felt it herself. She was just better at confronting her feelings and had not spent years trying to suppress them and hope they went away.
After a few moments, she squeezed him once more. She still did not let go. “You know, I know you know you’re not the one at fault. But I know this is something that you can’t outrun. You did not outrun the train. It just hit you in a different way. The same way it hit me. We’re together for a reason, Ulquiorra. We get it.”
He took a deep breath then exhaled slowly. “I was trying to help them. I was trying to guide them back. My entire soul felt that day and night were bad. I didn’t want to go anywhere or do anything,” Ulquiorra said, breath trembling. “Then I got this invitation by having my arm grabbed and flung forward to walk to a private party. I hated each of those guys. I didn’t like them. I was always lumped in with them because I was one of the freak counselors. I didn’t drink. I was sober. And I listened as the train got closer and when I would move towards the solid ground, Ginjo would shoot at me, going wide with the shot.”
“That had to be so scary,” she said, continuing with the soothing motion of her hand in his hair. “You must have felt terrified.”
His sniffles were dying out as he focused on Orihime’s touch. “I was–I felt like I was going insane. There was no ‘terrified’; I was going insane. And I heard them start screaming and bodies being hit. I knew I had a choice to make. Die or die; I picked the one where there was a point infinity one chance of survival. I chose my life instead of staying on those tracks to die with them.”
“You made the right choice, Love. You survived. And after that, after all that you persevered and grew strong. And now look at you. Look at the life you have made. You don’t owe those guys; the four. You don’t owe them but you can and are living a life that can be enough for all five of you. And…” she hesitated, knowing her thought might open a door in his mind that he wasn’t in the mood to go through at the moment. Taking a deep breath, she decided to trust her feeling and go for it. “And you and I can stay alive to get vengeance for them, too. Even if they never deserved it.”
Ulquiorra pushed himself up and looked at Orihime. “No, I do owe them. I owe them the justice of Aizen getting caught and put away to never, ever exploit people again,” he said. “I want the tattoo.”
She looked at him, expression resolute, and nodded. “I will find a place tomorrow.”
“That was my ultimate list of presents through my life, not all at once. You can put it off until we’re eighty and then you’ll say you find tattoos acceptable.”
She laughed. “Who says I don’t like tattoos? I just don’t like tattoos on me. I have a secret.”
“A secret? Do you like your husband with a tattoo or two?” Ulquiorra asked, voice concerned. He then furrowed his brow. “What secret?”
She decided to answer the question about him, first. “I would like you with zero tattoos or fifteen tattoos. If they meant something to you; if you really wanted them - for yourself - then I would like them. My secret is…” She blushed and looked down at her feet, mumbling too quietly for him to make out what she was saying. She looked up and said, “It’s not really something that sounds like a good character trait, especially when I say it out loud.”
“What was the first part?” He stared at her for a moment. “Come on Princess. Tell Daddy what it was,” Ulquiorra said in a seductive tone, putting just a little whisper of the southern twang on it.
She whined like she was being pinched. “I said… I said I always thought I was better… naked,” she admitted, quieter and quieter on each word. “That includes being uninked.”
Ulquiorra was quiet for a few minutes. He was thinking. He was thinking about all angles of this. He saw what Orihime was talking about. Then he thought about the four that died on the bridge. It did sound kind of silly. He had the tattoo design in his safe. He could turn the design into something else. “I see your point,” he said. “And to an extent I agree with you but the disagreement is in the red. I can turn what I envision into something else to honor them. You’re right. I don't owe them a memorial spot on my chest.”
He sighed. “But now you know about how I feel about–what I’ve been holding back for the past nine years. I’ve had horrible survivor’s guilt.”
She sighed as well, nodding. “It makes perfect sense. It’s illogical and rooted in trauma and not actual justice or anything, but you are a good person, Ulquiorra. You don’t want anything bad to happen to anyone if you can help it. You became a nurse because you want to fix people up. You couldn’t do anything to save them. I know because I feel the same way. But,” she stepped into him again and laid her head against his chest. “I had you to fix me back up. You had to do it all by yourself. You’re not doing it all alone, anymore. I hope you know that.”
“I know,” he replied. “I have another idea for a tattoo that you might like a bit more.”
“Oh?” she asked, looking up at him.
Ulquiorra looked down at her and sighed. “I’ve always thought of myself as empty. I was empty as a child who preferred books over friends. I was the teenager who fell off a bridge and almost died. I was the adult who said fuck you to everyone in the town as I recovered. That hole is just an outline right?”
She nodded, not quite sure where he was going with this, but trusting that he would get there.
“I want to have a filled in black circle, right here,” he pointed at the spot under the hollow of his throat. “Because since I have you, I do not feel as empty.”
She kissed the spot he had pointed out. “I hope that in time, you will feel full.”
Reaching down and tilting her face up Ulquiorra’s lips slid against Orihime’s. He kissed her, his hands grabbing her thighs, hips, then waist and finally her breasts. “You know what,” he said, breaking the contact. “Fuck dinner. Let’s go to the room. I am full. I have been full since you’ve been in my life. The moment I met you, I was overflowing for you.”
She felt that he was compensating for the melancholy he had just felt, but who was she to deny him comfort that she craved as well? She was also convinced that this was part of his healing journey, cheesy 80’s songs about sexual healing be damned. “Take me there. Maybe you can overflow me, too.” She smiled at him sweetly, despite the dirty sentiment of her words.
Ulquiorra looked at her with a serious expression on his face. “Really? Really Woman? That was a horrible pun but hilarious at the same moment.”
“Hey,” she said, pulling him towards their room since he seemed rooted where he stood. “I have jokes. No guarantee that they’re good jokes.” She snickered at that, undoing the button on her shorts as she walked.
He began to shuffle forward, following her, but when Orihime cleared their bedroom door he scooped her up and tossed her onto the bed when he was close enough. “You have acceptable jokes, Woman.”
She scoffed, wiggling her hips out of her shorts. “Acceptable. I’ll show you acceptable.” The bottoms and her underwear came off in one singular push and she opened her legs to him. “How’s this for acceptable?”
Ulquiorra licked his lips, glancing down between his wife’s legs. He pulled his scrub top off and then his t-shirt. He pulled on the ties of his scrub pants one by one before teasing the fabric down his thighs and legs. “How is this?”
Her eyes narrowed and she growled. “It’s excellent. And I have a better idea. You lie down. I want to try something.”
He looked at her for a moment trying to assess what his wife was attempting to do to him. It took a moment before he felt like her intentions weren’t ill before he followed them, lying on his back.
He wasn’t hard yet, and that was perfect for her. She smiled at him, kissing him quickly before crawling down towards his legs and straddling his knees. She pulled off her shirt and bra before asking, “Comfy? Can I get you anything first? Water?”
“The kind of thirst I have is not something water can satisfy. It needs another drink,” Ulquiorra said with a smirk. He reached for her hips for a moment then slid his hands down her ass, giving it a small smack.
That earned him a smile. “You naughty boy. I think I told you to lie back,” she chided in a warm voice before lowering to her elbows and pressing her lips into his left hip bone once his spine hit the mattress again. She kissed her way over to his navel and then gave him another smile, murmuring, “That’s more like it,” before continuing her path to his other hip bone.
Her touch made him whine in a needy breath. She had been so close to his face when she kissed his navel and he could do nothing but watch her body as she moved. “Yes, Baby.”
She glanced back up on him and smiled again. “I love you,” she said softly before kissing her way to the base of his cock and up the side of his shaft. “So much,” she added before placing a wet, opened mouth kiss on the tip and then swirling her tongue around it. She wanted him wet and hard before she did what she had in mind.
Wiggling his hips slightly, Ulquiorra watched his wife making love to his cock. He needed her tongue and her hands. He wanted her lips; all of them. He desired her heart. “Seeing you do that, even though it’s a small spot I can see, It’s hot as fuck.”
She chuckled in a breathy way. “I’m glad,” she said, again smiling at him, adoration for him shining through her eyes, before sticking her tongue out and licking him in a slow, firm, flat lap from base to tip before swallowing him more fully. She moved her head in slow, intentional movements, feeling him grow more and more firm in her mouth.
“Oh nice. That feels–fuck. I can feel how deep you’re taking me.” Ulquiorra panted and wiggled again. He couldn’t thrust because he didn’t want there to be an unfortunate accident.
He was just about where she wanted him. She figured he wouldn’t need a lot more work to get there. Her hands reached up to press her first two fingers gently into each of his nipples, then her right hand left his body to go to hers.
She lifted her face until only the head remained between her lips, which she continued to kiss like a long-lost lover as she fondled herself, making sure she was not only wet, but warm for him.
Ulquiorra groaned as soon as she pinched him. That felt really good and seemed to significantly increase his arousal. “I can hear what you’re doing. I wish that was my dick,” he said to her, one hand stroking her hair.
She lifted her face and nuzzled it into his hand. “It’s going to be,” she said, sighing contentedly. She then pushed back up so she was standing on her knees again, letting him watch what she was doing - using her third and fourth fingers to slowly strum through her folds, spreading her wetness and increasing the bloodflow in the darkening pink inner lips. “Almost ready.”
Ulquiorra sat up and piled the pillows behind his head so that he was at an incline. He had to see this. He watched carefully, memorizing the scene before him where Orihime was fucking her self. This was turning him on more than anything. He licked his lips and then looked at her. “I’ve been ready”.
She liked his enthusiasm. Smiling, she lifted her right leg, tilting her hip so her knee faced outward and exposed her inner lips to him better. “Does it look wet? It feels wet,” she said in a singsong voice.
He didn’t know what to think as he watched her. Orihime looked amazing. Ulquiorra groaned again. Seeing her glossy folds was something he would think about for years to come. “Yes, please, you are wet.”
“Okay, good. Here we go,” she said, standing up above him on her feet. She then carefully stepped both feet on his left side, then turned to face his feet, straddling his hips with her back to him and lower down on his belly. Once her knees were back on the mattress, she gave him a few more strokes. “Tell me if you want me to change anything,” she said then, raising up on her hips and guiding him inside of her. She lowered until he was completely sheathed, then rotated her hips slightly to check the fit.
“Okay, here we go for real, this time.”
Her answer was a small growl. Ulquiorra was high keyed at the moment. Orihime’s slit enclosing his cock had been another erotic sight for him to tuck away if he ever needed it. “You feel so good,” he said.
“I do feel good,” she said, but referring to the sensation she was experiencing rather than what she was giving him. She put her hands down on the mattress for leverage and began to rise and fall on him, rolling her spine like a whip and letting her ass slap on his belly.
His hands came up to hold her hips to ride this ride out. He had never seen her so enthusiastic about riding him. Maybe the whole Pittsburgh trip unearthed something for her too. He moaned as he began to move his hips with her. It was the ultimate sensation he could feel.
She felt like she had a lot of gas in her tank, and this position was letting her move with efficiency. She did not feel any fatigue at all. She decided to turn it up a notch, increasing her pace by about fifty percent, which caused her to start panting to keep up with the energy she was using, but it was all good. She felt like she could keep this pace up for some time.
Unfortunately Ulquiorra couldn’t. He lasted about five more minutes when he felt it. Her movements of a steady pace had caused it to happen. His hips moved and her core hit the head of his cock just right and broke the string holding back an orgasm.
“Orihime, I’m coming,” he said.
“Tell me when you want me to stop,” she panted, keeping her pace.
He knew what she meant but he wanted to answer never. He never wanted her to stop. Ulquiorra quickened his thrusts and then held her hips against him, moaning. His cock pulsed inside of her, spilling his seed into her. “Yes,” he hissed, expressing his appreciation for his wife. It seemed like minutes but it was seconds before the sensation stopped. “Okay, okay,” he said, panting.
She stopped moving. She brought her hand to her clit and started to try to finish herself with him still inside of her, but she felt him soften rapidly. Smiling, she got up and let him slip out slowly, then scrambled up to put her head on the pillow next to him. “Okay, let’s see if this works like the movies,” she said, lowering her hand back down to herself and working herself towards climax.
Ulquiorra turned towards his wife and began to feel her tits, wanting to lower his mouth to one and take the nipple, twirling his tongue around it. “Woman, I want to watch you come.”
She nodded, orienting her face towards his, open and unreserved. She panted through parted lips, eyes locked onto his as her skin reddened and brows twitched. It wasn’t going to happen right away. He was going to have some time to take this in as she edged herself once and then twice.
Her face looked slightly strained so he kissed her once. “Do you want me to help? I want to feel you when you come, Orihime. I want to hear when you come.”
“I’ll tell you when,” she whispered tightly, brows knitting. She knew she was close now. “Can you-- Can you squeeze-- my tit,” she interrupted herself with a gasp, “and tell me how good I am?”
He reached over and grabbed her tit just like she had said. He would squeeze the skin and then roll her nipple delicately between his fingers. Those same digits would flit over to the other one to do the same thing. “You are such a good girl. You love me. You are married to me. I want to worship you and our love every day. You’re also my good girl because you know how to milk me of every drop, don’t you? Do you like making Daddy come?”
She was so close. “Yes, yes, Daddy. I always want to make Daddy come,” she squealed, knees twitching. “Daddy always makes me feel good, too.” At that point she could no longer keep her eyes open, pressing shut so hard that they wrinkled. “Oh, oh, now,” she breathed, opening her legs so he could move his hand between them as she kept her fingers’ pace, tucking her chin into her chest.
Ulquiorra’s fingers moved swiftly, quickly pressing and sliding into her. He crooked his fingers like he knew would work and stroked her.
It took less than three passes before she clamped down on him so hard that he couldn't move. She shrieked an unworded sound and then whipped her face back towards his, opening wet eyes and mouthing “I love you,” over and over as she kept coming and coming.
He smirked as he watched her. “Yes, give it to me, good girl.” Ulquiorra slowed his strokes though, trying to ride it out to the end. This wasn’t like the time at the hotel. He wanted to bask in the pleasure she was feeling. When he could feel no more pulses, he kissed his wife before he brought the two fingers covered in her lust to his mouth. “You taste so good.”
She whimpered, huffing and gasping for breath, and then launched her lips towards his, lapping at her own flavor and then plunging her tongue into his mouth. Overwhelmed with bonding hormones and fatigue, she cried against his lips, breaking her kiss only halfway from time to time to confess “I love you so much, Ulquiorra. Please never leave me. I love you and I can’t stop.”
He shook his head. He would never leave her. Ulquiorra wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly. “I will never give you up willingly, Orihime. I am bound by loyalty to you until my death.”