Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Fire and Ice ❯ Moisture ( Chapter 6 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

He was awake at the crack of dawn the next morning. But instead of
going straight to the gravity chamber, he peeked into her room. She
had shifted during the night, and her legs were splayed, hair was
disheveled, and her hands were resting at her sides. She looked just
as restless as he did.

Chuckling quietly, he walked back out into the hall. Just a few more
hours, and we will have our fun.

Waking up was painful for Bulma. It required the long process of
sitting up, sliding out of the bed, landing on the floor, getting off
the floor, walking, and making it to the shower before falling asleep
all over again. She was definitely not a morning person, and it
showed, as she woke up at around two in the afternoon that day. Crap,
she thought inwardly. I'm such a lazy ass. Trudging towards her
bathroom with heavy lidded eyes, she barely took notice of a figure
already standing inside the shower stall.

With quick movements, she tore off her robe and pinned up her hair
like she was an extremely well programmed robot. "Hmm," she noticed
groggily, "Leave Mom to have the steam on for me and my damn pores."
She stepped foot into her spacious steam-filled shower. Before she
could turn the knobs, hands landed on her hips, and kisses covered her
milky neck.

"Mmm... Vegeta...VEGETA!?!?! What are you doing in my shower!!?!" she
squealed, covering herself.

"Hmph, woman, that swimming garment of yours leaves nothing to the
imagination, why bother covering yourself?" he said in a matter of
fact tone, and gestured towards his own naked body.

Bulma could not help her bulging eyes. "Uh, I...uh... well, yes I
guess you're right...Vegeta... but, um, why ARE you in here? You have
a nice bathroom of your own." she said meekly, having trouble
restraining herself. He snorted and pulled her towards him, then
trailed a finger down her spine.

"I figure with you around woman... why bother showering alone?
Besides," he smirked. "I'm very, very dirty." He looked at her body
with lust filled eyes, the heat created such an erotic atmosphere, it
was impossible for him not to get aroused.

Without hesitation, she let him pull her down onto the warm tiled
floor. He devoured her lips like a child paying furious attention to a
candy - sucking, biting, and nibbling - mimicking to her what he would
later do... somewhere else. She writhed beneath him, her moans
increasing. Their heavy breathing was echoing loudly in the chamber
causing the sounds to come back to them, enveloping everything. His
arousal was pressed against her, rubbing against her mound teasingly.
She cried out as he inserted his fingers into her, while rocking her
steadily beneath him. Bulma arched her back in pleasure, clawing her
hands hard into his lower back. He growled, as she pressed his tail
spot, and came with a shudder. Watching him rock on top of her, she
came right after with a small cry , the friction they made while their
bodies moved with each other added to the intensity of their orgasms.
They were still for a few moments, panting, and never taking their
eyes off each other. Then Vegeta shifted, moving himself lower,
kissing her collarbone down to her navel. Stopping short, his eyes
lingered at her heaving breasts, covered in sweat. As if in a trance,
he moved again, finally lowering his tongue over her opening where she
was wet with sweetness. He flicked his tongue around softly at first,
probing her. She gasped, and bucked slightly. Seeing her initial
reaction, he started to consume her greedily, his hands digging into
her firm backside, keeping her in tortured ecstasy until she finally
came again, with a scream. He savored the taste of her on his tongue,
while smirking up at her flushed face. She pulled him near her weakly,
and lay on his chest, with the sound of his heartbeat lulling her to
sleep.