Prompt 2 - The Capricorn


It's the next morning and awareness only slowly creeps back into Bulmas mind, shes naked, wrapped in soft white sheets and next to her Vegeta is breathing deeply, a strong and defined arm curled around her. They have spent the better part of the night sticky, moaning and inside of another. The sun hasn't fully peaked over the horizon yet, and squinting her eyes she can she the breathtaking red hues of the morning sky.

Last night has already left her feeling thoroughly fucked, but this is only the beginning of their trip, and she instinctively nestles closer to the Saiyan male next to her that seems to be radiating heat in waves. The deep ridges of his abdomen feel pleasant underneath her fingertips, a sensation she will never tire of, and when he shifts and growls her name in warning Bulma can't help but smile. She knows what mornings do to him - it's one of her favorite times to have him.

She can smell the ocean salt in the air when her fingers dip low, finding him hard and ready, one of the most pleasant side effects mornings always have on him. Her hand is loosely stroking him, paying special attention to the bottom where the head meets the shaft - a spot that has him groaning in pleasure. Sleep is still heavy in her bones and by the way his eyes are half-lidded she knows that even he has worn himself out last night. Their king size bed is not high off the ground, as is custom in this area of the world, and after a few minutes she reaches down to flip through the book once more.

Her already drowsy brain stutters to a stop when her husbands hands start playing with her breast, before the other dips low and draws small circles on her lower back, a peculiar spot she surprisingly really enjoys - often making her wonder just how sensitive Vegeta's tail used to be. Bulma nuzzles into his chest as his ministrations continue, the first jolts of need pooling between her legs, enjoying the calm peace and lazy tranquility between them, and only noticing that her hand has left the book when the Saiyan hums low in his throat. She's learned that it's a sound of acknowledgement and she lifts her head to peer at the open page; the Capricorn.

Maneuvering listless limbs takes some effort but once they settle it's surprisingly comfortable. Vegeta is leaned back against the headboard, having pulled her closer by the hips with strong hands and the first slow push into her makes Bulma almost melt into the sheets. His legs underneath her are warm and his hands pulling her hips into him are strong and firm, yet his rhythm speaks so clearly of how early it is for both of them. The slow drag of friction and wetness makes them both sight with pleasure.

It's lazy, his hands caressing her backside, enjoying the likely spectacular view of her wet pussy stretching around his hardness, and as the sun rises to their relaxed tempo, bringing the temperature close to the delicious crescendo that it building between them, sweat starts to pool along her spine. When they finally stumble over the edge it is so intense her vision swims and her body shudders, behind her Vegeta is gasping for air, and she feels his cock twitching inside of her. Giving her ass a firm smack that is accompanied by a low chuckle, he rolls them both over for some more much needed sleep.


to be continued...


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