Prompt 4 - Scorpio
She wakes up from a 'post-wild-sex' nap to find him doing push ups on the floor, they haven't been here a full five days yet, but she knows that this training obsessed part of himself can't go long without it - unless seriously injured. Before the birth of their son she would have been mad at him for getting up and out of their cozy nest to exert himself physically in another way, now she just rolls over, getting more comfortable and enjoys the show.
He's naked. His skin has taken to the sun beautifully and the lack of tanlines makes Bulma bites her lip in remembrance that she gets to prance around naked with this fine specimen of a man - on their private island no less. The tensing of his jaw is the only indication that he has noticed her staring - something he hates - but she can't be bothered. Bulma takes in his dark unruly hair with the few strands of deep auburn that have become visible during the continuous exposure to the sun. The muscles flexing underneath his skin are defined and chiseled in a way that remind her that this man truly is not human, the scars that have lightened over time only underline how danger and misery personified is exerting himself on the bedroom floor. A thrill shoots straight to her core at the mere thought, she always loved danger.
Grabbing two of the large and almost overly fluffy pillows she slides to the floor, stacking the soft padding and laying her upper body on it, her face rest in his directions and she waggles her eyebrows - and her naked behind- at him when she catches Vegeta observing her from the corner of his eyes. The black pools darken and he lifts his eyebrows in obvious amusement at her antics before he pretends to be clueless, forcing her to all but spell it out.
"You should do planks right here" she wiggles her ass again "I'll let you ground yourself in me".
Being so suggestive she can't help the grin that threatens to split her face in two. The blush that steals her husbands cheeks makes the deep bronze of his skin look even more profound, and a quick glance at his cock confirms her hope that he is at least thinking about it. What she doesn't see coming is the playful manner in which he rolls over, grabbing himself and stroking away leisurely before making eye contact and demanding she tell him exactly what she wants him to do.
So Bulma tells him in great detail how she wants him to hover over her, arms and legs stretched out just like he is doing a plank, with her on all fours supported by the pillows. How she wants him to go deep, kiss her neck and back, growl into her ear about how good she feels. How she wants him to have her beg for more, fill and stretch her with his cock, make her mewl and moan into the pillows beneath her. In the end, to her great delight, he does just that.
to be continued...
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