Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Piccolo's Embrace ❯ Can't Get Enough ( Chapter 3 )

He returned her kiss with as much ardor as she had shown, learning the rules of the game swiftly, running his tongue across her teeth as she giggled against his mouth. His hands explored the delicate arch of back and buttocks as she pushed her breasts flat against his chest and moaned deep in her throat.

He lowered them down to the floor and she stopped him for a moment; "I need to get rid of this." She said softly, her eyes dark with need, as she peeled the black leotard from her shoulders and pulled it off. Her gossamer lavender tights came off with the leotard and she tossed the whole outfit to the side of them.

The turn table's needle whirred automatically and the melodious sounds of the waltz they had been dancing to filled the room once more.

Alaura sat on her knees, looking up at him as he gazed at her in all her naked glory. Her hair took the appearance of spun gold in the soft glow of the lamps and the little bit of sunlight that was coming into the room via the two windows she had on opposite sides of the room with the shades drawn. Alaura did not like too much sunlight, he knew, her skin was so fair that she burned easily and the brightness hurt her eyes. Out of habit, she kept all the windows in her house covered during the day.

He thought that he had seen all her beauty last night, but as he gazed at her he realized that she was even more beautiful to him right at this moment than any other moment before. She looked away, suddenly shy, and when she looked back at him what he saw in her blue eyes almost frightened him. She practically threw herself into his arms, running her tongue down the side of neck. Suddenly, without warning she bite him lightly, experimentally, and felt him tremble in her embrace.

Feeling his way down her body, he felt her soft start and sigh as his fingers found their way into the wetness at the juncture of her slightly parted thighs. He followed the sounds of her low sighs and small, high- pitched whimpers and the feel of her body quaking at his touch to take her to the highest point of pleasure that he was able to give.

"Oh!" She cried out, unable to find the right words to express what she was feeling, what Piccolo was doing to her was just too much for her handle. She grasped at his shoulders and dug her fingernails into his flesh. She heard him wince in pain, but he ignored it and continued to stroke the small, hard button, feeling her pulse beat faster against the slickness of his fingers.

She bucked against his hand as a million stars and velvety night skies exploded in a shower of sensation behind her eyes and called out his name too many times for either of them to count. Breathing in shuddering breaths, she said, in a voice that shook with emotion and more than a little surprise; "P-piccolo...How did you know.how to.?" She couldn't finish the sentence, falling backwards onto the floor in exhaustion, her face and body glowing from inside out.

He smiled and felt oddly proud of himself. She continued to recover inches from him on the floor, from his attentions.