Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Haunting Dreams ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

My heart sped up as I felt his breath brush against my earlobe, already wet from his mouth. I was shaking so hard it took me a second to register what he said. He wanted to watch me masturbate? That was the most erotic thing any man had ever asked me to do, and at the same time I couldn't believe his gall.

"Keep dreaming!" I said, trying to yell at him, but my voice was nothing more than an uncertain whisper.

"It's not my dream now is it woman?" he growled, pulling me into the bedroom and shutting the door behind him. He stood before me, his chest centimeters from my own. I could feel my breasts brush against him with every heaving breath I drew, my nipples aching for his touch. Placing two fingers against my lips, he slid them slowly down my chin and neck, down the valley between my breasts, stopping when my clothing restricted his progress. Despite how hot it felt in the room my body broke out in chills. He placed his lips on my neck and began nipping and gently sucking his way up to my ear. At the same time, I could hear the sound of popping buttons and ripping fabric as he tore the shirt slowly off my body.

My hands acted with a mind of their own as they flew up to his shirt. I tugged impatiently at it trying to free him of the offensive garment. I longed to feel his bare flesh pressed against mine, feel the searing heat of his body flow through me like blood. But he stopped me. I moaned in protest but he kept massaging my neck with his lips as his hands ran lightly up and down my inner forearms. Certain that my hands were going to stay put for the moment, he unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down to my feet, his fingertips brushing flesh the entire way. I stepped out of them and he pulled me to him. He rubbed the small of my back while brushing a finger down the side of my face. And finally, he kissed me. I kissed him back tentatively at first, not sure of his next move. I felt his tongue part my lips and I began to kiss him back fiercely, relying on instinct and animal urgency that I never knew I had.

He explored every region of my mouth, tangling my tongue in his own. I melted in his arms, I felt though I couldn't stand up under my own will as my arms moved to encircle his neck. With the movement of my hands for him, he broke the kiss and stepped back from me. He kept his hands on my shoulders to ensure that I would stay where I was and dropped them when he knew I wouldn't argue. As he stood there, his previous request came back to me. That jerk! Well, I was going to show him a thing or two. He thought he had all the control here, well I was going to prove him very wrong.

Shakily, I reached up and undid my bra, trying to look as sexy as I knew how. The straps glided over my shoulders like drops of water and I dropped the bra to the floor. His gaze fell appreciatively to my now free breasts, my nipples hard as stones. I reached up and grabbed the hair sticks that held my bun in place. I pulled them slowly out of my hair and shook my hair free. It was still wet from the shower and the scent of my shampoo filled my nose as the tendrils of damp hair curled on my shoulders. Sliding my hands down my hair and over my shoulders, I watched his face as I ran the palms of my hands over my nipples. The glint in his eyes told me he was enjoying this as much as I was. I kept going, hooking my thumbs into the strings that held my thong in place, and pulled very slowly.

I kept my eyes fixed on his as I bent over, sliding my panties to my feet. I stood back up, running my hands over my smooth legs feeling very grateful that I had opted to shave them that very morning. Stepping out of one side of the underwear, I kicked them off my other leg before walking backwards to the bed. I lay on the bed and motioned for him to join me. He sauntered to the bed, lying next to me propped up on his elbow. I let his eyes roam over my naked body and soak in every curve. When he finished his `inspection' he looked into my face again. I took this opportunity to run my tongue over my lips, moistening them and then putting a finger to them. I dragged my finger down my body to my breast, rubbing it across the nipple and arching my back in the process. I used my other hand on the other breast and began to rub in circular motions while keeping my eyes on his face. He watched as my ministrations continued, his gaze going from my breasts to my facial expression and back again. As I glanced downward, I could tell that this little show was having a very good effect on the Saiyan.

Soon I moved my hand down my stomach, lazily tracing spirals as I went. He followed every move I made as he kept his body perfectly still and his breathing almost undetectable. I spread my thighs that, up to this point, had been tightly closed as I let my hand wander into the tangle of blue curls. I ran two fingers over the nub of my womanhood and down to my entrance and then back. He shifted as he caught my scent. I moaned softly, teasing myself. The whole time I watched his face and imagined it was him touching me like, running his hands across me. Finally, I slowly entered myself wishing it was him entering me. I continued as my breathing got heavier and I could feel myself reaching completion. It was sooner than usual; having him that close to me must have had a huge effect. Just as I was about to finish, he grabbed my hand, stopping me. Not being able to move forward, I groaned in disappointment and withdrew my fingers. He took my hand up to his mouth and hungrily licked the fingers clean. Instantly, his face was beside mine and his hands were on my shoulders.

"Not yet." He whispered with that voice that men only use in the bedroom. He took his shirt off, tossing it aside and lowered his lips to mine. I ran my hands through his hair, the thick spikes caressing my palms. His own hands were busy exploring my curves and breasts, flicking the nipples gently as he kissed me passionately. His hands roamed over every inch of me igniting fires with their passing. Soon, he was on top of me, his manhood hard and pressing against me through the rough jeans he was still wearing. I tugged at the zipper and forced it down. He pulled his pants and boxers off with Saiyan speed and then we were totally nude together, flesh pressing against flesh. I began to roll over, trying to get his powerful body below me. He surprisingly allowed this and I was straddling him, his erection rubbing against my nether lips.

I ate his body with kisses, feeling the perfect muscles moving below me as I worked my way down. I ran the tip of my tongue from the base of his penis to the head, swirling around the swollen tip before taking him into my mouth. He was a little thicker than the other men (man) I had done this to, and my jaw began to ache from being held open so wide. As I worked my head up and down like a porn star, he ran his hands through my now dry hair and I could hear him breathing heavier with pleasure. He sat up a little and moved my rear end towards his face as I kept my mouth securely around his sex. As I continued my movements, he flicked his tongue over me. He began to make love to me with kisses, his warm tongue tasting my juices, driving me wild. In response I got more deliberate with my torture of him. He retaliated accordingly. The pleasure was intense and continued for longer than I could keep track of and soon I was ready to explode. I bucked my hips against his face urgently, begging for release and he stopped. Again.

Before I knew what had happened, I was below him with my legs spread wide. He ran the tip of himself along my folds, teasing me.

"Wait…" I gasped.

"What?" he asked, rather annoyed with me. I pulled my nightstand drawer open and grabbed one of the condoms I kept in there for just such an occasion.

"Put this on." I said, shoving it into his hand. He glanced down at it for a second before catching on.

"I was wondering if this pathetic planet had any form of birth control." He grumbled as he rolled the condom onto himself. Then he continued teasing me, kissing my neck and grinding his hips against mine. I tried desperately to pull him into me, but he resisted and opted for rubbing his tip against the bud of my womanhood, driving me mad. Then without warning, he thrust himself gently into me. His size was something I wasn't used to and I gasped, clawing at his tanned back. Holding still to let me adjust, he kissed me softly. After the kiss, I opened my eyes to meet his and he thrust himself all the way in, still making eye contact. We fell into a rhythm, I moved against him in perfect time.

He felt amazing inside of me; it was as if he was made for me. He kept hitting my g-spot with every movement and I couldn't help but moan against his lips. As his speed increased I fell out of rhythm and wrapped my legs around his body. It was then I felt a strange sensation coursing through me. It felt like I had put my tongue on a battery. I gasped at this new sensation, pulling my lips away from his.

"Don't worry. I just gave you a little of my ki." He said, struggling to keep his voice normal. I could tell he was coming close, but I was even closer. He began to move harder and faster, his thrusts more deliberate. I felt my muscles tighten around him, I knew I was about to tumble over the edge. So did he. Pumping against me, he made sure I got every last inch of him inside me.

"Oh…god…Vegeta!" I cried as hot waves cascaded over my body and my walls tightened around him. I pulled him closer, if it was possible, to keep him inside of me for as long as I could. He groaned through clenched teeth as he came, burying himself deep inside of me before collapsing on top of me.

Sweat shone off out bodies as he kissed me one last time before withdrawing and rolling over onto his back. Pulling me onto his chest, I traced the muscles with my fingers before falling into a dreamless sleep.