Nnoitra x Nelliel

<i>At the moment, there was no other way he could have said her name. The pleasure was overwhelming any other feeling he had, and did he mind that? Not at all, because he knew she was feeling the same pleasure. His hips were now continuously moving at a seemingly regular pace, each thrust finding him to bottom out inside of her and knock against the entrance to her womb, that thick cock of his managing to hit every one of her weak points with each push. He returned the kiss whole-heartedly, groaning into it as his tongue darted between her lips for a moment, before he pulled away. It was like a dream, and deep down, Nnoitra hoped it became a recurring one. When her hands began squirming, he didn't hesitate to release them, now once more keeping both on the table while his head pulled away from hers. Thrusting all the while, he planted a delicate kiss on each nipple, then extended that long pink muscle to begin lapping and teasing the right in slow circles.