Hello everyone! I decided to write all month for IchiHime month full of lemons! I wanted to challenge myself in this genre and hopefully become a better writer. I know I'm like two days behind, but I'll do my best to catch up!

Prompt 1: Shyness/hesitation

Disclaimer: Tite Kubo owns Bleach.

A car's headlights lit up a candlelit room, the fluorescent light passing through white curtains.

Her heartbeat fastened its pace, her palms sweaty. She took in a deep breath to try to calm herself down.

The front door unlocked, the soft sound of his footsteps stepping up the stairs, slowly getting closer to the room.

"Hime?"

She took another deep breath and stood up from the bed. Her hands were slightly shaking, her mind reeling from nervousness. "I-In here…" she softly called out. Damn her soft voice, she wanted to be confident, sexy.

"Hime, why are the lights off?"

Her husband finally reached the bedroom, his eyes adjusting to the darkness. Ichigo saw the silhouette of his wife against the moonlight, the candles creating shadows across her pale skin. He couldn't stop staring, her beauty constantly catching him off guard.

Orihime saw him standing there, staring at her with intense amber eyes. She began to fidget under his stare and cleared her dry throat.

"A-Ano, happy birthday, Ichigo-kun…" She looked down at the floor, her toes playing with the soft carpet.

She heard him lightly chuckle in the distance and looked up, her face reddening.

"What's so funny?!"

"How can you still be so shy with me despite being married already?" He slowly walked up to her whilst loosening his tie, her honey doe eyes following his every move. Upon reaching her, he traced his finger on her cheekbone, reaching up to her hair, placing it behind her ear. Her heart started fluttering once more. "It's see-through, that's new." He watched his wife immediately redden, her eyes jumping from place to place except for his face.

"R-Rangiku-san said that you might l-like it…"

Ichigo lightly grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. He slowly inched closer, his lips feathering hers.

"Remind me to thank Rangiku, then." Her eyes widened and he softly placed his lips upon hers, his hand now cradling her head. He lowered his hand to her waist, pushing her closer. His lips lightly kissed the side of her mouth, her cheek, down her neck. His other hand lightly grazed against her arm leaving a trail of shivers wherever he touched. He reached back up, across her collarbone and then down to her ample bosom. He pinched the already hardened nipple through the thin lacy fabric. Orihime gasped at the sudden sensation, her hooded eyes gazing lovingly and lustfully at her love.

"Someone's already excited," Ichigo coyly remarked. Before Orihime could stammer out a response, he crushed his lips on top of hers with sudden ferocity. She slightly stepped back from the sudden force, but his hands on her back kept her steady. Their tongues mingled with one another, a fire growing within their bodies. He reached up her back, unclasping the bra, scattering it somewhere on the floor. Ichigo suddenly pulled back and swept Orihime's legs off the floor. She squealed from the sudden action as he was carrying her bridal-style to the bed. He softly placed her down and quickly took off his white button down having it join the other scattered clothing. He lay on top of her, his mouth ravishing on the creamy flesh before him. He nipped at her pulse point on her neck, her hands knotting his orange hair. He continued to suckle at her soft skin downwards, upon reaching her breasts, one hand massaged one while his mouth was on the other, his tongue rolling around the pink nub. She mewled beneath him, her body squirming. He bit and sucked on one side then licked the area to soothe the bruised flesh. Her back arched, her hips rolling against his, rubbing against his hardened bulge.

He continued further down to her flat stomach, already smelling the heat of her sex from a small distance away. He slowly took off the dampened underwear causing Orihime to heavily blush, instinctively closing her thighs together. Ichigo never strayed his eyes from hers, placing his hands on her knees, forcing them apart. He kissed her inner calf up to her thighs and then upon her wet heat. He slowly licked across her entrance, her hips slightly rising to his mouth. The auburn moaned, a trickle of sweat rolling down her neck. Noticing her impatience, Ichigo smirked, and teased her with small kisses and licks. Ichigo chuckled at her whines.

"My Hime is so impatient."

He unbuckled his pants and removed the rest of his clothing, his naked body lying on top of hers. He wrapped her legs around his waist, his tip now close to her entrance. He teased her again, entering a little, back out, a little more, and back out again. Orihime whimpered in frustration. The knots were building deep within her. He suddenly thrusted himself inside her making her moan loudly. He set her world ablaze – she knows nothing but this, nothing but him.

He lavishly kissed her, his hands worshipping her body, his length filling her completely.

She cried out his name in praise, her nails scratching a secret for only him on his back.

He grabbed her waist and pulled her up, her legs now straddling him. She bit her lip from the new sensation, feeling him deeper inside her. He nicked at her neck, a mixture of saliva and sweat rolling together. His hands rolled her hips, Orihime following the movement, her lithe hands digging into his shoulder for support. His hands moved back, cupping her butt cheeks. The auburn rolled her hips deeper and faster, her husband grunting with the new pace. He tightened his hold on her hips, forcing her body further down, pushing his body further up, their movements becoming almost animalistic. Her moans grew louder, his grunts became rough and harsh, their breathing erratic.

Her nails dug deeper into his shoulder leaving deep indents. He roughly grabbed her neck and kissed her, swallowing her screams, pounding his last few thrusts. Her walls contracted, a tremor flowing through her body, her climax spilling down on him and his into her.

Her hand slowly let go from his shoulders and ran down his biceps. They stayed in that position for a small moment, basking in each other's essence, their breathing slowing down. They eventually pulled apart and laid on the bed. Ichigo wrapped his arm underneath his wife's neck and pushed her closer to his chest despite their sweaty bodies. Orihime breathed in his musky scent and kissed beneath his collarbone. She heard his heartbeat pounding against his rib cage and held her right hand above it.

"No matter how shy you are at the beginning, you always end up screaming my name."

"I-Ichigo-kun!"

She felt the rumbling of his laugh through his chest. He pulled her up, kissing her reddened face.

I hope you enjoyed it ~ Any critique is welcome! I will do my best to publish everyday for the prompts given. If you'd like to join, go to Ichihimemonth tumblr's page and you can read about it there!