Pan eased into the apartment and knew she had gotten off earlier than Trunks. She had enough time to take a nap before he came and after Bulma trying to quiz her on who she was with she was exhausted. She plopped her bag onto the floor and kicked off her shoes, before she walked into the bedroom of the massive apartment and eased out of her cardigan and her pants. She stood in her tank top and panties and flew onto the bed, enjoying the bounce of it before she crawled underneath the covers and stretched wide before relaxing into the mattress.
Yes. A nap would be nice.
And without a worry or a care, her eyes slipped shut and she felt sleep wash over her. She wasn't one to dream, but she fell into a dream. She was falling, no…flying, floating maybe. She felt clouds wisp past her skin and she realized in her dream she was naked. And then, she felt warm hands grace her body and she curled into their touch. She could hear her intruder's voice, but it was mere whispers, the voice was so soft, so low in timbre and she felt light and airy, carefree as she suddenly fell fast into a large body of water and she could practically feel the coolness upon her skin. The hands left her, and she was alone in the water. It felt refreshing and clean and she was so very graceful. Until suddenly the water seemed to engulf her, grasping, clawing at her and her heart began to pound. Her hands shot out to the water's edge, but she was dragged further and further and instead of drowning she felt pressure. So great that it made her feel as though she was about to burst and then her eyes flew open.
Pan's back arched while her hands clawed at the bedding beneath her and her eyes rolled. She looked frantically around and heard laughter before she whipped the covers back and stared. Trunks was laying between her legs, smiling up at her while he licked his fingers clean. "Were you having a good dream?" He was laying there, his shirt unbuttoned, and his hair tousled, he looked rough and her heart sped up. "Get off," she ordered. She was not about to admit that she was having a sensual dream, and when she awoke she knew it had been his hands touching her. He rose to his knees and she gulped at the dark look in his eyes. He unbuttoned his dress shirt and her heart sped up as she viewed her own private show. He slipped off of the bed and pulled at his belt, slipping it open before he pulled himself up and out of his slacks. He neatly folded them, setting them upon the dresser behind himself and then pulled away the briefs he wore. Pan saw his lips part and his head flicked to get his hair out of his eyes before he towered over her just at the side of the bed.
His hands touched her nether lips and she felt her breath leave her as he barked out an order, "You made me wait, now strip." She noticed her had taken the time to remove her panties so she merely sat before him in her measly tank top. She pulled it up and over her head and then he tended himself to her. His large hands caught her and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Again, he hauled up her legs over one shoulder, which strained the small of her back, and he seized her ankles together with one hand and then pressed himself into her. Her eyes went large as she felt too snug for him to be inside of her so powerfully. And then his brow creased with concentration, disclosing to her that he too knew she was too tight. But he concentrated and then he moved, he pulled himself out slowly, cautiously, and then would painstakingly thrust down into her. He rested his cheek against her calf and her breathing became labored. He was being too thorough, he was feeling every ridged pleasure inside of her and his expression made it look as if he were trying to commit to memory how she felt.
She squirmed underneath him, growing impatient because as slow as he was going, it was not enough. It felt like he was trying to be cruel for making him wait. His hands lowered and stilled her hips and finally his eyes looked into hers. "Do you want it?" he asked. She saw it in his eyes that he too wanted to pick up the pace, but again, he wanted to embarrass her. He traced his hand up her torso and cupped the seam between her neck and shoulder, he gently squeezed and the action sent a small shiver through her. And although he wouldn't ever say it, she saw it in his eyes what he wanted her to say. But she couldn't look him in the eyes, because she knew it were not true if those words fell past her lips because she knew this was just sex.
She had been in this position plenty of times before. Maybe not with someone so dominant, but she knew, a part of him was only human and she wanted to believe that one day it may be true. So she slipped her eyes up to look back at him, and she whispered, "Please Trunks, I need you…" And she knew he had never requested this from another woman when he relaxed against her and his hips began moving against hers. He dropped her legs, wrapped them around his waist and pinned her at the edge of the bed and took her to the brink of pleasure. Her arms curled around his neck as he propped himself above her on stiff arms. Yes, she was sure she was the only one who saw him this way…frantically wanton and downright raw for sex.
Again, she knew, sex would never be the same.