Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Chocolate Ice Cream ❯ Lemony fresh! ( Chapter 4 )

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

Disclaimer: Nope, I still don't own DBZ... So don't sue me!

AN: My first lemon... Go easy on me, kay?

Last time:

"So," he breathed out huskily, "your room? Or mine?"

Bulma's eyes went wide. //Earth to Bulma, isn't this a little fast???// Not that she didn't want to, but... "Don't you think it's a little f-f-unh..." She couldn't think when he started that familiar nibbling on her earlobe. He trailed kisses from her ear, down her jawline, and finally a lingering one on her lips.

She managed to make eye contact with him. Aw, to hell with it! She took a big breath and nodded. "Your room."

***

She'd barely gotten the words out of her mouth when Vegeta crushed his lips to hers in a searing kiss, releasing all the pent up want and passion between the both of them. He pulled her up into his arms and carried her up the stairs and into his room, nudging the door closed with his hip, toeing off his sneakers, and never breaking the kiss.

He placed her down, hands roaming over her, just as hers did to him. Once again, they parted for air, breathing into each other's mouths. Bulma backed away slightly, grabbing hold of Vegeta's hands. She'd always wanted to examine them, seeing how he wore gloves all the time. Tonight, however, they were bare. Turning her attention to just the right one, she first studied the back of it... With her eyes, then with her fingers. //I never imagined his skin would be so soft.// Then she brought it up to her mouth, brushing her lips over his fingers. Turning his hand over, she trailed kisses down into his palm, flicking her tongue out a bit, then moving down to his wrist, kissing and raking her teeth across it.

Vegeta looked on in utter fascination. He'd never thought that something as simple as a hand could be so... erotic... Her soft little caresses were like sweet torture. He had to stifle a groan as she raked her teeth across his wrist. //I wonder if she can take it as well as she dishes it out...// The corner of his mouth turned up in a seductive little smirk. He turned his hand over and caught hers, bringing it up to his mouth. He repeated her ministrations, trying to outdo her by placing kisses on each fingertip and flicking his tongue into the spaces between her fingers. After mimicking her torturous gestures on her own wrist, he decided to take things a step further, working his way up her arm. He stopped to explore the inside of her elbow, sucking at it and running his tongue along the bend in the flesh, earning a gasp of pleasure from Bulma. He trailed his lips up farther, but was stopped by the fabric of her t-shirt. With a growl of frustration, he simply reached behind her and ripped the offensive piece of clothing off, exposing her white silk bra.

"Hey!" Bulma pulled out of her haze of pleasure momentarily and lightly thwapped Vegeta on the side of his head. "I liked that sh-mmrph..." He once again cut her off with a kiss, but pulled away quickly this time, looking into her eyes.

"Shut up." Bulma was taken aback by his sudden seriousness, but didn't have much time to think about it. Vegeta assumed his prior spot, swirling his tongue around in the hollow between her shoulder and neck, and slipped a hand up to massage her nearly exposed breasts, making Bulma gasp.

Though she was thoroughly enjoying the treatment, Bulma decided she wasn't about to let Vegeta have all the fun. She reached around him and grabbed his ass, kneading the firm cheeks rather roughly. Vegeta growled low in his throat and responded by assaulting her neck with renewed fervor and grinding his hips hard against hers. Bulma started trailing her hand up and down his spine, until she reached a bump beneath his training shorts, just below the small of his back. //That's right, he used to have a tail...// Remembering Goku's complete drain of strength when his tail was grabbed, she slipped her hand into the waistband of his shorts. Curious to see what kind of effect it would have, she sought out the nub and pressed it firmly with her fingers.

Vegta felt her searching for his tail-spot, but hadn't been able to stop her before she pressed it. Then his entire body went stiff as he was wracked with a wave of intense pleasure. His knees almost buckled and he caught himself latching onto her shoulders for support. Finally, he exhaled breath he hadn't known he'd been holding shakily into the crook of her neck. Bulma grinned evilly at the power she had suddenly acquired over him, and circled the furry spot slowly with her index finger.

Vegeta, unable to control his reaction any longer, gave a yell of pleasure and pushed her roughly to his bed. He leaned shakily over her and half-whispered "I wouldn't push it too far, woman. I admit that was rather exhilarating, but you wouldn't want me to lose all my control, would you?" She realized what he meant... He could seriously hurt her or even... kill her... if he lost control. She opened her mouth to speak, but he didn't allow her to answer, just leaned in and captured her lips while reaching behind her to unclasp her bra. She wasn't giving up quite yet, though. She reached between their bodies and began stroking Vegeta's already hardened length through his shorts. His hips reacted without his brain's consent, grinding into her hand. He mentally cursed himself, threw her bra carelessly across the room, then reached down and removed her hand. Smirking devilishly, he lowered himself down to take one of her hardened nipples into his mouth, sucking and flicking at it with his tongue, his hand mimicking his mouth's gestures on her other neglected mound of flesh. He bit down on the little pebble and Bulma arched her back, moaning and pushing herself towards his mouth. He chuckled, then dragged his tongue to the valley between her breasts and down her flat stomach, leaving a wet, burning trail in his wake. His hands meandered their way up her legs to her hips as his mouth traveled down to her bellybutton. After quickly ridding her of her sleeping shorts, he stopped for a second, glancing seductively up at her, then brushed his thumbs over her hips as he plunged his tongue into her navel. She arched her back even more and nearly yelled out...

Vegeta was about to pull off her shorts when she somehow got on top of him. "My turn," she said, leaning down to his neck and giving him what she was sure would be a pretty wicked hickey the next morning. She trailed burning kisses down to his rock-hard chest, capturing a nipple in her mouth and sucking gently at it, circling it with her tongue, resulting in a muffled grunt from Vegeta. She left it with a nip, then traced the crevices of his sculpted body with her tongue, taking in his salty-sweet taste, and finally arriving at his navel. She smirked as she grabbed the waistband of his workout shorts and yanked them down, flicking her tongue into the tiny orifice. She was delighted to get a little buck of the hips and a groan from Vegeta and looked down to his arousal, which, due to his lack of undergarments, was standing at attention just below her chin. It wasn't monstrously huge, like some she'd seen in those dirty magazines she and her friends used to look at as teenagers, but compared to... you know... it looked pretty big... //Where's he been hiding this thing?!// She pulled his shorts the rest of the way off, then returned her attentions to Vegeta. She laid gentle little kisses up his inner thigh, and up to his hips, deliberately avoiding his manhood. //Or is it saiyanhood? Nevermind...// "Uhn... Woman," Vegeta sputtered out, frustrated.

Bulma smirked. She backed off completely then blew over the tip of his shaft. "Not till you say my name..." She placed a kiss on the head and looked up at him in expectation. She was driving him crazy. He needed release, and all he had to do was just admit she had a name. He muttered her name under his breath, trying not to degrade himself completely. "What was that? I couldn't hear you?" She raked her nails lightly over his inner thigh.

He groaned out loud. "D-damn you... Bulma."

She reveled in the sound of her name rolling from his tongue, and rewarded him by abruptly taking him as far into her mouth as she could. It was all he could do not to cry out from the wave of pleasure that swept over his body. He'd never experienced anything quite like it before. Sure, he'd had sex in the past, but just with pleasure slaves and the like, and it was always quick. Just as a sick form of release... //But isn't that what this is? Just a release?// His ability to think dissolved as Bulma began bobbing her head rhythmically on his member, using her hand around the base to intensify the feeling. She backed off a little to catch her breath, but Vegeta's hand went swiftly to her head, forcing her to continue. His hips began bucking up to match her rhythm, and she could tell he was close to his release. "B-bulma, I'm... Ahh... I'm," his breathing was too labored to continue. She reached up and squeezed his balls gently, and his hips rose up, his hand pulling her head as close as he could. With a restrained yell, he released into her mouth. She made sure not to spill a drop as she licked him clean, and stroked his sides lightly as she waited for him to come back to himself.

Vegeta's face finally relaxed, and his eyes, which he hadn't realized were scrunched shut, slowly opened. He blinked down at Bulma, then smirked... //My turn...// He grabbed her and flipped her over, sliding down her body and parting her legs gently with both hands. "You're going to pay for that... Woman." His hands trailed over her hips and around to her behind, squeezing it as he nipped at her thighs. She was still wearing a very small pair of underwear that was basically just a couple of triangles held together by some string. He slid his fingers under the band on either side of her waist and pulled outward, snapping the fabric in two. She made a noise of protest at having yet another garment ruined. "You should wear less clothing," he chided, then turned his attention back to the task at hand. He dragged his hands down between her thighs, parting her folds carefully with his fingers. He blew a soft stream of air over the swollen lips, making Bulma's back arch involuntarily. Vegeta didn't quite know why he wasn't just taking her and getting it over with, but for some reason, pleasuring her just as she had pleasured him, not to mention the mildly torturous aspect of it, sounded like a whole lot of fun. And for some odd reason, he had the urge to make her scream his name... Smirking devilishly, he slowly inserted a finger into her already soaked entrance. After a pleading moan from Bulma, he added a second finger, stroking her insides gently in a 'come hither' motion. Bulma fought back a yell... She'd never felt anything like it in her life. She let her hands trail down her body to entangle themselves in Vegeta's fiery mane, coaxing him on. He'd never done this before, but he did know quite a bit about human anatomy. Of course some of that was from walking in on one of the old pervert's dirty movies... But, he was pretty confident he knew what to do. Bending close, he flicked his tongue out at the tiny bead just above her opening. This time, Bulma couldn't help but cry out in pleasure. He continued his payback, alternating between sucking and flicking his tongue at the little nub and thrusting his fingers gently in and out of her, mimicking what he wanted to do with his lower body. He was amazed at the taste of her. He'd never imagined something like that to be so enjoyable. Soon, her hips began to keep rhythm with him, bucking up almost feverishly to match his thrusts and grind in closer to the source of her ecstasy. He saw her nearing her climax, and backed off quickly. Bulma was left hanging on the edge. She managed to rasp out, "V-vegeta?"

He smirked up at her, "Beg."

She looked down at him in momentary shock, then shook her head no, and began to move her hands to finish herself off. Sensing her intentions, Vegeta grabbed her, holding her wrists together with one hand. He toyed with her button for a second, just enough to keep her at the edge. "Dammit, Vegeta!" She thrust her hips up, trying to push into his hand. He flicked his finger across her clit again. "Uhn... Vegeta, please... Dammit! Please!" He snickered to himself, then obliged her, pushing two fingers into her to the knuckle and thrusting them in and out quickly while taking her button into his lips and sucking for all he was worth, greedily lapping up the juices that flowed freely from her.

Bulma didn't even hear herself scream. Her body writhed and jerked as she was overcome by what was probably the most powerful orgasm she'd ever had. As she slowly returned to herself, Vegeta crawled back over her, surprising her when he began suggestively licking his fingers clean. He bent close and kissed her softly, allowing her to taste herself on his lips. He positioned himself at her entrance and brushed a strand of hair from her face. "Are you sure you want this," he asked, giving her one last chance to change her mind. She nodded, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him in for another passionate kiss. With one fluid motion, he entered her, both of their moans muffled by the other's mouth. Vegeta moved his lips down to her neck, leaving little kisses and nips in his wake. Their hips began their slow rhythm, rocking sensuously against each other. As his thrusting became more vigorous, Vegeta unknowingly bared his teeth against her neck. Just as he was about to bite down, his mind came back to him. //What are you doing?! You can't bond to her! You don't really know how she feels about you! You aren't even sure how you feel about her! You don't even know if she can return the bond! A one-sided bond could be your end...// As he was about to move his mouth from her neck when he felt her hand dangerously close to his tail-spot. Before he could move, she pressed down hard on it. He moaned out his pleasure and his mouth involuntarily clenched shut on her neck, drawing blood. Though his mind seemed to be screaming at him, he couldn't pay that any attention. She had yelped in pain at first, yet it tapered down to soft whimpers of pleasure as he lapped the blood softly from the wound. Her little noises pushed him on as his thrusts became feverish in their intensity. He sucked hard at the crescent-shaped mark on Bulma's neck, and she screamed out his name, her muscles contracting around him in her climax. This sent him over the edge as well, and he yelled out his pleasure to the world, spilling himself inside her. He rolled to the side to avoid crushing her with his weight, yet still staying inside her. She rested her head on his chest, tracing lazy circles on his stomach. Both exhausted from their activities, they quickly fell asleep in each other's embrace.



Uhhh... *blush* Did I mention that this is my first lemon? I hope you like it, cause I think I need to go to confession now... I feel so dirty... ^_^;;;