Her mind went blank as stars hit her. She heard Trunks whisper her name and she could feel her legs again. As she regained her consciousness and mobility in her body from the earth shattering orgasm she had just enjoyed from his mouth she knew she could not throw in the towel just yet. She needed to prove herself to him and then she eased off the table and back into his lap. She kissed him and it surprised him. She took his surprise as an invitation to let her tongue sweep over his bottom lip. Her teeth nibbled at it and she could taste herself on his lips. And she hungrily ravished his lips with her, making him think that it she could she would eat him from his lips down. He had never been kissed so…well, but someone who seemed so needy. He pulled her away and whispered, "When was the last time you had sex?" She sat before him, and blinked at him, it was as if he had read her mind. She bit into her lip and then pursed them before they parted and she said, "Eh, couple of months?" His eyes widened and she giggled. "Not all of us can have a different partner in their home every week," she teased. He merely gaped before he said, "I don't have, well…." He trailed off and Pan touched a finger to his lips.
"Stop talking," she said. Then ordered, "Now, I want you to bend me over this table." She needed to have him this way, she couldn't have him see her face. It was too embarrassing. Luckily he had been busy downstairs on her to not see her expression and she was not going to change that now. So she eased up and off of him and when he remained seated she arched a brow and braced herself up on her forearms, bending herself over the table.
He merely sat there and gulped as she bent over and her backside was within inches of his face. He took in a sharp breath and slowly stood. He was still wearing his boxer briefs he merely traced his hands along her hips. "Are you-" Pan frowned and her hands tightened. "Stop talking," she snapped. And then his heart skipped when she flipped her hair over her shoulder and looked back at him. He nodded. This was it. He pulled his briefs off and Pan turned her face away as the tip of his manhood touch her lips. She braced herself for his penetration, but it did not come. She frowned and then she felt him take the length of himself and rub it along her lips. He was long enough to tease her clit and every time he rubbed it she would shudder. He smiled, he always enjoyed seeing that he could do this to a woman. It pleased him, knowing he could please her.
But this was different, as most women would take what he would give them he would tease them restlessly and they would put up with it knowing it pleased him. So when Pan looked back over her shoulder to look at him once more she pleaded, "Please stop teasing me." And the way her eyes begged him, the way she would softly jump as he would rub against her, he knew sex would never be the same. He angled her hips and entered her. Pan's eyes went wide and he watched as her eyes fluttered when his member filled her to the hilt. Trunks had stilled above her, unknowing of what she wished and then, every so softly she whispered, "Use me. Please."
Use her.
Use her?
His eyes flickered and then he understood. She could handle him. She could take the pressure, the pain, the extreme pleasure. So, he was to use her, and in return she would receive any pleasure she too craved. They were not normal, they had Saiyan blood in their veins and his hands opened and closed. It was like she had just handed him Pandora's box, open it and he could subject himself to being balls deep in a woman without the worry of hurting her, keeping it closed meant that they could just have sex...who would really mind if he just peeked into the box? He caught her hips and he eased away from her before he slipped back into her hot folds, she was tight, suckling. Pan felt the stab of him hitting deep, but it rolled into pleasure as he began pumping a rhythm into her. And then, he angle her hips down and everything changed. She could feel him hitting the same spot over and over and over again as his speed and the weight of his body began to become more and more energized. She cried out his name and in between his thrusts, moans escaped her. "Trunks!" And her fingers bit into the wood of the table, bring up wood curls.
Use her.
Trunks felt her tightening around him while the table creaked beneath them. The air around them electrified and he looked up and saw a scar laying across her shoulder blade. A quiet groan slipped past his lips as he leaned down and traced his tongue along it. And she shivered at the touch of his wet tongue. He reached down and pulled her face up, sideways, for him to kiss her cheek. He looked over and a smile curled his lips. "You can see our reflection in the glass," he whispered softly. And he caught a handful of her hair, pulled her head further back, and Pan's eyes widened seeing the reflection of them in the black glass of the balcony sliding glass door. He felt her tighten on him and he chuckled. She shivered and then he surprised her as he lifted her up and walked them over to the glass. "AH! Wait!" Her hands fell and braced herself against the glass and he groused, "Watch…"
And Pan looked and watched…his eyes bore into hers, glowing in and out of different shades of blue and she felt the static air send electricity through them. Fuck. Sex would never be the same, she was ruined. She could hear him pull out of her and smack back into her and could feel her wetness coating her inner thighs. She had not been this wet, ever, she believed. And she felt him press her further over, pressing her breasts into the cool glass causing her nipples to harden. Her eyes flicked up to look at him and she saw his eyes meet hers, but only for a moment before his fingers bit into her hips and she winced. He did not want to see him hurting her, but what he didn't realize is that his touch, was pleasurable. His fingers bit into her, she knew, would leave bruises. But the way he held her, and kept pinning her each and every time he reentered her made her eyes roll.
He pulled out of her and lifted her up, and she gasped as he braced her up and against the glass door. He slipped up into her and her back arched from the new position. The gravity caused her weight to feel as though he was penetrating her even deeper. His hands cupped her thighs, wrapping her legs around his lean waist and when he knew she was safe, he brought a hand up and cupped the back of her neck. This position was so personable, she felt a blush stain her face, as she huffed out moans of pleasure. She could see in his eyes he wanted more, he pressed a hand beside her head and the glass began to spider behind them. She saw his lips part and she caught his jaw and pinched before he could say anything or ask anything of her, because she knew she would give him anything. "Shut up," she whispered, "just do it. But take me to a damn bed."
His eyes widened and he paused, he stood before her stunned and she said, "You want more?" He shook his head, and she felt her chest tighten, was she wrong? And he pulled out of her, let her legs drop and his hands cupped her face and he kissed her once more. Her eyes widened for a moment's time and then she smiled into his kiss. She met him just the same, her mouth opening up to him as his mouth suckled her tongue. She hopped back up onto him, wrapping her legs around him and pulled back long enough to say, "Bed, now!" And he stumbled with her in his arms, and laughter fell from both of them before he finally made it into his room and they fell in a heap of tangled legs and arms into his massive king sized bed. She laughed as did he and then, things got serious.
He gingerly brushed her hair out of her face and he said, "I could hurt you." She pressed her lips together and then whispered, "No you can't." And then, she took the lead. She moved from underneath him, and flipped him below her, quickly slipping his hard manhood back into her before he could argue. She swiveled her hips and his breathing hitched, she smiled, "Trunks," she breathed. He looked up at her and she had that smile, the one that sent his heart racing. She swiveled her hips once more in a figure eight and he shuddered. She was lifting her hips and then sliding down on him before she flicked her hips about. It put pressure on him, and then she would ease back up and again pin his cock inside of her to where his tip kissed her cervix. Her hands traced his chest and then she caught his attention as she pinched one of his nipples.
He caught her hand, stopping her and she took that hand and brought it up to her waist. "I want you to do something," she said and he breathlessly answered, "Anything." She nodded and continued to ride him. "You want more…?" He nodded. "Yes." Pan gulped, this was it, she would give him free reign after this. She said, "Then take, take me, and go super…" His hand stiffened and his eyes went wide as he starred up at her. He pulled her off of him and frowned at her. "Are you crazy?!" he suddenly exclaimed. Pan felt her eyes widen and she gulped. What just happened? She shook her head. "I merely, well, I had thought-"
"Do you want me to end up killing you?!" he yelled. And just like that, their passion filled night was over. She knew he was done, by the look in his eyes. She felt her hands begin to shake and she pressed them tightly together. "What are you thinking?" he demanded. "I…" she began, but she knew there was no reason to answer him. Did he not think he could control himself? That he wouldn't hurt her? And in that moment he revealed to her that he thought of her only as a woman, not as a woman who could be his equal in bed. He ran his hands through his hair and she forced a smile. "I spoke out of turn," she said and then she got off the bed and left the room.
He shook his head and shot off the bed after her and his hand caught hers. "You're leaving?" Pan felt her heart tighten, and then realized he had still not gotten off, so she merely pulled his hand until he sat at his couch and she fell to her knees. She would finish what she started, but she was going to do it on her own terms. Her eyes looked up at him through long lashes and he gulped, she was pissed, and she was done. "Pan…you don't have to," his held fell forward, watching her. Her eyes locked with his never backing down. He had upset her.
And he frowned before his toes curled, while her mouth surrounded his still hard manhood. "Fuck, Kami…stop," he said, but when his hands went to push her away, her hands caught his wrists and pinned them at his sides while her head began bobbing up and down. His muscles tensed and he fought her pinning him until her hands let him go and cupped the base of his shaft. His eyes went wide and then, his tip touched the back of her throat, just as her hand gently cupped his balls. And he was spent just when her tongue teased his meatus and her mouth tightened on him. And he came, never in his life had he come so hard from oral sex. He shot hot sperm into her mouth and she stayed on him, her mouth covering him almost to the base of him and then her tongue slipped out and took the rest of his seed into her mouth. Pan eased back onto her heels and his head fell back on the couch as she rose and eased into his bathroom only to return patting her face dry with a small towel.
She didn't say anything. She did not have to. With lazy eyes he saw her pick up her wrap dress and looked down upon him, with pride, with anger, with passion. She wrapped herself up in her dress and nodded while walking back over to him, she took his hand and thrust her panties into it. "You did this to me," she said firmly. She stood before him, proud, beautiful, and utterly Saiyan while he felt how wet her panties were. He looked at them for a moment before looking back up at her. "I guess you were right, I can't do this," she reasoned. And with that, throwing his words in his face, she left him breathless and wanton for more. He sighed and his hand crushed the lace into his hand.
Well, damn.