Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lemon Fantasy ❯ Banging in Bulma's Bathtub ( Chapter 1 )

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Warning: This is a LEMON. So if that's not your thing, then please … just say no! If, however, that is your thing, then … ENJOY!!

Lemon Fantasy

Chapter 1: Banging in Bulma's Bathtub

Her body went limp as she felt his skillful hands caressing her.

She sighed and arched her back, thrusting her breasts towards him, begging without words. His mouth, smirking, descended upon her, and she could feel his lips, suckling. She let out a long, low moan, and spread her legs, pulling his body towards her.

Her eyes were closed, her head leaning back against the rim of the bathtub. Without sight, her other senses were magnified ten-fold. The feel of her breasts bobbing on the surface of the warm water; the clean, fresh scent of his hair as he leaned over her, devouring her breast; the wetness of his tongue on her nipple, causing her to shiver. The warmth of the water surrounding them becoming steaming hot, as he did torturously pleasurable things to her body.

His hand grasped hers, and pulled it to the wettest place, where she needed him most. She gasped as he guided her hand, placing her own fingers inside her; first one, then two, then three, effortlessly stretching her tightness. She moaned, growing even wetter, and felt his husky chuckle against her breast as he moved upwards, burying his face in the crook of her neck, deeply inhaling the scent of her arousal.

He guided her thumb to the tiny, hidden bud of her pleasure. She could barely hold in a tortured groan as he controlled her thumb, applying a gentle pressure that made her forget to breathe. A moment later, she came, pulsing around her own fingers. It was the most erotic experience of her life.

"Vegeta," she whispered, as he kissed her neck, "I want you inside me. Now." She arched her hips against him, reinforcing the urgency of her need.

His chest rumbled with a small chuckle as he pressed his body firmly against her, and claimed her lips with his own, thrusting his tongue inside. He kissed and licked his way to her ear, where he gently bit down on the lobe. "Show me how much you want me, Woman," his husky voice purred into her ear.

She felt his arousal pulsing against her thigh, hot and hard in the warm water that surrounded them. He was so close to her entrance, yet when she tried to shift her body to bring him closer, he shifted away, with a smirk.

She opened her deep blue eyes, and stared into his intoxicating coal black gaze. His hard features were set in their normal, cold expression, but his eyes … oh, his eyes. His penetrating stare burned into her, his eyes filled with lust, with desire, with passion. With … love.

With a desperate moan, she reached her hands up to grasp his head and pulled him down to her for a scorching kiss, setting free all the love she felt for him, all the love she had kept bottled up these many long, lonely months. She touched his wandering tongue with her own, and felt him purr into her mouth, his whole body rumbling with the pleasurable sound.

Even as one of her hands tangled in his flame-like, upswept black hair, keeping his mouth pressed to hers, the other began to roam downwards. She gently caressed the corded muscles of his neck with her fingertips, her touch no more than a sensuous whisper. Her hand moved down to the muscles of his chest, rolling one of his male nipples in between her fingers until it stood at attention, much like the part of him throbbing insistently against her thigh.

Her hand then moved down further, past the gloriously toned muscles of his stomach, which contracted involuntarily against the silky whisper of her touch. She chuckled at this against her mouth, and bit down lightly on his bottom lip. He growled playfully at this aggressive move on her part, and deepened the kiss, pressing his body more firmly against hers, trapping her hand between them.

But she was not deterred. Her hand inched down between their sweat-slicked bodies, delving into the warm water, most of which had splashed over the sides of the tub by this time, from their lustful activities.

When the tip of her finger touched the tip of his manhood, he sucked in his breath, breaking their kiss for a moment as he gasped for air. But her wicked, wandering hand didn't stop there! She stroked her hand down his length until she reached the very base of his manhood. Her hand then encircled him, grasping him firmly, and she began a smooth pumping motion, her soft hand moving up and down his erection.

He groaned and threw his head back, his eyes shut from the waves of pleasure she sent crashing over him. Her other hand disentangled itself from his wild hair and moved downward, and began to fondle his balls.

He growled as the precum began to form on his tip. "Enough," he proclaimed roughly, removing her hands from him. His engorged manhood beamed with pride as he stared down at her loftily, his gaze burning into hers.

She felt a little thrill as she saw the maddened lust in his eyes, and once again leaned back against the rim of the tub, lifting her spread legs so that each dangled over a side of the bathtub, exposing her pouting lips for him to plunder. "Take me, Vegeta," she whispered.

With a single growl, he did just that, plunging inside her as though she was more essential to him than the very air he breathed. And in that moment, she knew that she was.

He lay inside her for a moment, still, allowing her tight passage to stretch to accommodate his large member. Then he began moving inside her, short, shallow strokes at first, soon deepening and lengthening as her body grew used to him. Bulma raised her hips to match his rhythm, her body moving perfectly with his. One of her legs still clenched the side of the tub in a death grip, as the other leg wove itself around her lover's broad, muscular back, clutching at his waist.

Soon both her legs were wrapped around his waist, and her arms were braced against the sides of the tub as he drove in and out of her at a furious pace. Neither noticed the now-cooled water splashing around their heated bodies, emptying the tub almost completely.

She could feel something unfurling inside of her, something wonderful. The peak she was striving for grew closer, and closer. As his thrusts increased in speed and depth, until he was pumping like a piston in and out of her, she could feel it growing nearer. She was almost there …

"Woman!" a familiar, gruff voice rang sharply through the house, startling the bathing Bulma from the middle of her sexual fantasy. "The Gravity Room is broken again! Fix it immediately!"

A/N: Will Bulma ever get the "ending" she craves? Perhaps her fantasy will somehow intertwine with reality …

Love, Tina