Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Soft Breeze ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

I spin around, trying to cover myself with my hands. There in the bed in Goku, propped up on his elbows, watching me with aqua eyes that I haven't quite gotten used to. Turning back around, I'm aware of how naked I am and I grab for the long tee shirt I left on the dresser this morning.

"Sorry Goku, I didn't mean to wake you up, I thought you were outside with Gohan and Piccolo," I say as I start to pull the shirt over my head.

"Don't..." he whispers. His voice sends a charge through me.

"What?" I ask, turning my head to hear him better. I hold my breath; I want to hear him speak again. Even if it's a 'Night Chi!' it's enough.

What is he doing here? Shouldn't he be outside with Gohan? Why is he in our bed, the bed that we haven't shared in so long?

"Don't put that on Chi...please." He's asking me not to get dressed. Oh God. Am I dreaming? I turn to face him, the shirt dropping from my hands. We meet each other's eyes and stay like that for so long I begin to get nervous. My body has changed over the years, after having Gohan things aren't exactly in the same place as they used to be. Maybe that's why he's just staring at me.

He moves to the end of the bed and he sits there staring at me, watching me with those unnerving eyes. He's clad in nothing but his boxers, his shoulders broad and his chest perfect; he almost glows in the moonlight. My nipples are erect, one factor the cool air on wet skin factor, the other the heat that is shooting throughout my whole body. I should make a move, I should ask him to come over and touch me, taste me, anything, but I can't. I've asked him for almost everything we've ever done; I want him to make a move on me for once.

"Come here," he says, extending his muscled arm toward me. I walk to him, as I get closer I can see his semi-erect penis beginning to push against his boxers. He kisses me softly right below my ribs as he wraps his arms around my waist. Pulling me to him, he rests his head on my body, the wiry-soft hair brushing against my skin and nipples, making my knees shake slightly. His hands roam up and down my back, following my curves and the valley of my spine down to my hips. His hands follow this path as my hands perch on his shoulders, my fingers lightly running along the length of his collarbone.

Feeling his hands move lower and cup my rear, I let out a small gasp. He looks up at me, concern evident in his eyes.

"Did I hurt you?"

"No...no you didn't," I say, brushing the unruly hair out of his eyes. I'm just surprised that you're here..." I trail off. I know if I say anything else I'll start to cry and this moment will vanish. He'll become uncomfortable and go back outside, leaving me to cry even harder. It's not his fault, he just doesn't understand. Suddenly, he's standing, his arousal evident as he pulls me closer to his body.

"Chichi...I know I haven't always been around. I'm not a very good husband I guess," the last statement was a choked whisper and he lays his lips on my forehead.

"Goku, you may not always be around and I do get lonely without you. But you're the only husband I want. I love you, you know that."

"Even though I'm never here?" What do I say to this? I could lose it on him and tell him that I hate it when he's gone and I sometimes wish that he were just a regular guy with a regular job. But then he wouldn't be my Goku, he'd lose what I love about him. I choose to tell him the gentle truth.

"I wish you were home more because I miss you. I miss walking through the woods with you and Gohan, I miss eating together as a family." I'm running my finger in the lines of his muscles; I don't want him to leave before I get a chance to re-memorize his body. "And I miss lying beside you at night, sharing our bed like we used to."

"Is that all you miss?" his voice is husky and full of lust, the motions of my finger must have pushed him to the edge of control. I arch my breasts into his body.

"I miss-" but I'm cut off as he captures my lips with his, his arms crushing me to him. It's been so long since I've felt his tongue plundering my mouth as it is now; I almost come from the contact. He places me softly on my back on the bed, never breaking the kiss. His mouth is hot and sweet, all I know is I want him and I want him now.
His hands run over my body and over my nipples, sending jolts of pleasure over my body. I can't keep my hands still and I run my hand down to his boxers and run the pad of my finger right above the waistband. He groans and breaks the kiss, moving over my jaw and up to my ear. I've never seen him so aggressive before, I guess I'm not the only one who's been lonely. Very slowly I push my hand under the waistband of his boxers. My fingers brush against the solid satin of the engorged head of his member, a bit of his warm, wet seed is on the tip. I brush it with my thumb and feel him shudder against my body as my hand encircles his length. I work him slowly at first, delighting in the sound of his ragged breath against my ear. I remove his boxers and get back to work on him.

"Chi...stop."

"What? Why?" he flips me onto my back without another word, kissing one of my breasts while working the other with his hand. Before I realize it, he begins to kiss a trail down my stomach, going lower. His intentions are clear and I sit up. As much as I've always been curious, I've never been able to let him go down on me. I'm too afraid of what he'll think. He pushes me back down, dipping his tongue into my bellybutton as he does it. "Goku, you don't have to do that." I say, my body hot and wet with anticipation and desire. I'm still terrified.

"No I don't. But I want to. Let me taste you Chichi, please." At that I stop clenching my knees together and he slowly spreads my legs open, his lips brushing the top of my curls. I hear a low growl from him as his moves lower; his hands are sliding up my sides. "You smell so good..." he breathes over me before slowly, gently running the tip of his tongue over my opening. He's cool and slick against my burning passion; it feels so go to have him taste me like this. Moving slowly, he works his way up, kissing and licking as he feels for the best reaction from me. Suddenly I see stars as he runs his tongue over the bud of my sex. I can't control the moan that's building in my body; I let it out as I arch my hips into his face. A low satisfied chuckle is my only response as he takes it into his mouth, suckling and nibbling me to the edge of my own control.

Soon my hands are tangled in his hair and I'm moaning and bucking beneath his mouth, and he enters me with a finger, making my muscles clench around him for enhanced pleasure. Never in all our love making had he ever been this bold, this controlling. It's turning me on. As I reach the edge he pulls back, and meets my eyes. He licks his lips sexily, grinning at me hungrily. He's at my lips now, kissing me, letting me taste myself on him. The mixture is enough to make my walls clench and send me over the edge as I grab for his manhood. Panting, I meet his eyes and roll him over, never breaking the eye contact. Still looking in his eyes, I throw him a devilish look and slide slowly downward, encasing the hot silk of him in my mouth. I fall into a rhythm, caressing the bottom of his length with my tongue as I move on him like a jackhammer. I can hear him moaning the gasps and pants coming from him are the most beautiful; sounds I've ever heard. Touching his testicles as I move, I hear him let out a low growl as he rises his hips off the bed.

He makes me stop, pulling me to my knees as he does the same, panting heavily. He's on the edge; I can see it in his eyes. Positioning himself behind me, he keeps me upright and on my knees as teases my flower with the head of his sex.

"Goku...please..." I moan, laying my head back onto his shoulder. Kissing my temple he slides the tip into my body, my legs automatically widening for him. He moves slowly, kissing my temple and massaging my breasts with his hands.

"Chi," he whispers in my ear, his thrusts becoming faster, "I love you..." My arms wrap around his head and I kiss his cheek.

"I love you...," I say back. His thrusts slow a bit. "Goku, don't stop. Please don't stop." He complies and pushes me down so he can grab my hips and pull them to him, reaching deeper and hitting the same spot over and over again. I clench around him on purpose, anything to keep him inside of me for longer. He withdraws anyway and flips me onto my back. Looking deep into my eyes, he enters me in one slow, agonizingly soft stroke never breaking the contact. We stare into each other's eyes as we meet the other's thrusts. We can't look away from the other and we can't stop. His eyes radiate love and adoration, loyalty and abandon as he makes love to me. I show him the same things in my own eyes and wrap my legs around his hips, trying to get him farther into me. His speed is increasing, the power behind them rocking me against the sheets, making me grab onto his shoulders for dear life. When I move he kisses me deeply, the love I feel from him once again more intense than I have ever felt it before. I feel more connected to him than I ever have before as I run my tongue along his jaw and up to his ear.

He's kissing my neck, moving harder and faster inside of me, deeper than he's ever been before. He groans as he picks up the pace again, the fast, hard frenzy that I long ceased trying to keep up with is the most pleasurable thing that I've ever felt. I can feel his feelings for me with every stroke. Digging my nails into his back, I realize that I've been screaming his name for god only knows how long. I'm on the edge and his hard thrusts are pulling me closer to the knife-thin edge, his lips are moving on my neck now, nipping and licking at my scar. I feel him tense, I know what he's about to do. I want him to do it.

"I want you to... " I moan as I come, my walls contacting quickly around him. My orgasm is tripled as he reopens the old wound and spills into me, the spurts of his seed filling me.

His head is resting in the crook of my shoulder; the sweat is shining off both of us in the moonlight.

"I did it again...," he says sadly. I grab his face and make him look at me.

"I wanted you to. It feels good."

"Really?"

"Really." he smiles and runs his tongue over the fresh bite and then withdraws from my body, rolling off me.

"Stay."

"I'm not going anywhere. Tonight is for us." He whispers as he wraps his arms around me. I smile and realize, just before I fall asleep that I no longer feel empty. I've always been whole; he's my other half. I've just been too blind to notice it.