Day 7 Prompt 7 - After Glow

Explicit Oral Sex ahead. Read at you own discretion.

The warm water of the bath felt divine, washing away the sweat of the last few hours. It was perhaps the most unusual bath she had ever taken, and maybe also the most needed bath. Bulma sighed deeply as she sank further into the hot water that surrounded her, white foam smelling of vanilla and coconut enveloping her exhausted form. It was 3.45 in the morning, hence the unusual bath, and to her great pleasure - and growing exhaustion - Vegeta had basically screwed her through the mattress. Saiyan stamina knowing no bounds she had quickly learned that the temperamental prince was as relentless at sex as he was on the battlefield. His unrivaled ability to read his opponents combined with his endurance and being a quick learner easily made up for his lack of experience. After finding out that the mess he had made between her legs had not been a bad case of blue balls, but rather a seemingly standard load for a Saiyan male she secretly prayed that her birth control would be up for the excess flood of fluids he had emptied in her most private parts after every round. She hadn't planned to have such unprotected sex with him - he was an alien after all - not even Yamcha had gotten the privilege of sliding his bare cock into her. Especially after she had started to suspect him to be cheating on her. But with Vegeta, once he had loomed above her and his thick length had nudged her lips in combination with the look of awe on his face, all rational thought had gone out the window. She had been dying to feel his bare length, to experience all of him in all his glory.

When she returned to her bedroom, clean and moisturized, with her hair in a loose damp bun Vegeta was dozing in her sheets. The sun wouldn't rise for another hour or so and despite being fully awake she couldn't tear her eyes of him to go to the lab. His face was relaxed and his thick defined brows framed his face nicely, a stark contrast to the usual frown he wore. Bulma knew that she was likely pushing her luck - and his temper - by sliding back into bed with him. He was still naked, laying on his stomach and she observed his large tan hands that were curled in the immaculately white sheets. The very hands that had glided over her skin like they had been lovers, she feared she might have become addicted to the touch. It has been a while since someone had truly worshipped her body, been appreciative of simple bodily closeness and relished it when she came undone. Vegeta had done exactly that, and once she had introduced him to her clit he had exploited her nub of pleasure for all she was worth.

He liked oral sex too, well loved it when she performed it on him. Loved to tangle his sizable hands alternative in her hair or the sheets, and she loved the way his abdominal muscles tensed, his head fell into his neck exposing his strong jaw while moaning his appreciation. That was another thing about him, Vegeta was shameless about communicating what he liked in the bedroom; getting his dick sucked, deepthroating was definitely his favorite, straddling her from behind while she lay flat on her stomach and hitting that special spot till she sobbed in mindless pleasure, her legs around his hips, the way her face flushed when he rubbed her clit just like she had shown him, staying inside her after he was done and building up with nipping, kissing and rubbing until he was hard again. Once he liked something she'd know what he liked and he was open to trying everything she had suggested so far. It was as if he was trying to make up for over 30 years without gentle, intimate touching within the course of a single night.

He shifted in his sleep and she was worried that she had awoken him when a thick arm came up changing their angles till he was buried face first in her chest. A deep inhale told her that he had likely been awake for a while. A rough and textured tongue darted forward playing almost lazily with the side of her boob and his coarse voice mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like he was approving of her smell. She would need to buy that bath-bomb again! After a few moments of leisurely lapping at her chest, he lifted himself over her, dark eyes staring down at her and Bulma feared she would lose himself in their intensity when he dipped his head and sniffed her throat. Inhaling deeply through his nose before giving a short soft puff of exhaled air through his mouth. The general act reminded Bulma of a dog familiarizing himself with a new environment or smell. Her attempts to extract his sniffing and wandering nose from her neck was met with two strong hands encircling her wrists and pinning them to the bed. His dark eyes were glowing with pleasure as he shook his head at her antics with a mock reprimand.

"No". His voice was firm and his face turned stoic again before his head dipped back down to the soft spot behind her ear. Vegeta also liked being in control, something Bulma found to be an odd turn-on. While Yamcha had been stronger than her if she truly tried she had been able to give him some trouble, not Vegeta. He was total dominance. And she felt safe. For some unexplainable crazy reason, she felt safe at the absolute mercy of this killer that could not only end her but destroy this entire planet.

The way he was dragging his nose and lips down her sternum told her he wasn't going to do anything both of them did not enjoy. Sharp white teeth lazily playing with her nipple before his textured tongue returned to lap at the pink buds. He spent some time with her breast before venturing down further, relentlessly exploring her solely by smell and means of his mouth, and Bulma was getting incredibly wet just hoping that he would keep going down. The one place on her body where he hadn't put his mouth yet. The junction between her legs was still sore, but already throbbing in anticipation.

His tongue dipped into her belly button but before she could laugh he had moved his head and his teeth were gently dragging over her ribs. The change in sensation made her squirm and large hands grabbed her hips pinning her to the bed with surprising vigor. She wasn't going anywhere on his watch.

When his lips finally descended below the line were her panties usually sat Bulma couldn't help but moan. Anticipating making her toes curl in the sheets, her hands going for his solid wrists holding her hips in place. His mouth was slightly parted when his lips finally, oh so slowly, dragged over her outer labia followed by an inhale so deep Bulma was infinitely thankful for the bath & thorough washing down there.

The smell that invaded his nose was pleasant. The faint smell of the soap she had used mingled pleasantly with the smell of her own arousal. If he really focused he could even smell a vague mingle of his own scent there. Not surprising considering he had spilled himself inside her numerous times in the past few hours. Hours during which his curiosity had mounted, the woman had been most generous with her oral attentions, pleasing him eagerly, and now he wanted - no needed - to know if she tasted as tantalizing as she smelled. Whatever cleaning ritual she had performed in the bathroom left her whole body smelling delightful, feminine and clean, and being the monster he was he longed to cover it again with the pungent aroma of her arousal and his own body.

The first lick along her little pink pussy was experimental, his tongue pressed flatly against her, parting her outer lips and getting his first taste of Bulma's most private parts. He was met with moisture, she was already wet promoting another thorough lick that made her breath hitch and pride swell in his chest. Pulling her closer to him to get a better angle he watched as her pale skin turned a flush pink color under the administrations of his tongue. The thought alone that he had the power to make this independent and stubborn woman react like this made his cock twitch against its position on the mattress. It didn't take long to figure out what drove the little female crazy, a few tries and close observation of her reactions helped him narrow down what was most pleasurable for her - something usually also accompanied by an increase in moisture. When he focused his efforts on her clit her legs would tremble, clutching his head between her thighs in an almost desperate manner, moaning shamelessly while her back arched off the bed and he needed to reinforce his hold on her small frame. Her body was shaking whenever he licked that special spot and she would squirm whenever he sucked on her clit with vigor. The little fleshy nub his favorite spot to make this mouthy woman surrender to him with breathless moans and begging sobs. By the time he had followed her whimpered instruction to use his fingers she was pulling on his hair with surprising force, trying to will him to finally come up and fuck her, his efforts only got more firm and aggressive. He wasn't done. She had made him surrender to her like this, he would be damned if he couldn't do the same to her.

Vegeta set a rhythm, his finger would work insider her, repeatedly curling against the special textured spot inside her, while his tongue and lips would work her clit for a while before giving one good flat lick along her little pussy and resuming his attentions to her clit. With a firm tempo and pattern in place, it didn't take long before the woman's hips started to buck in his tight grip, her moans became desperate and needy before she curled her fingers in his hair and shattered around him. Her small walls fluttered around his fingers and her moisture smeared all over his chin, spurring him on till she stumbled from her orgasm into small aftershocks and finally into oversensitivity.

When he lifted himself up and over her, face flush, eyes glazed and breathing erratic Vegeta wondered if the afterglow she experienced was as incredible as his own whenever she sucked him off.

Delicate hands tucked on his arm, beckoning him to lay down and bury his face in her chest once again. Maybe her afterglow was infectious because he found himself lowering onto her without a second thought, small hands massaging his scalp and long shapely legs wrapping around his trim waist as the female beneath him hummed in content.

As the first rays of sunshine tinted the pitch black sky a deep blue fading into golden hues near the horizon sleep tucked at his conscious mind, and the last thing Vegeta promised himself was that he would leave to train as soon as he awoke. He wouldn't leave the Gravity Room till he had attained Super Saiyan. Otherwise he feared he would be dragging the female back into her bed every night, forgoing sleep and training for the sake of this addicting splendor of orgasms and afterglow.

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