Trunks stared at the closed door and touched a hand to it. He wanted to, but he shouldn't, and he didn't listen to himself. He had seen Pan just then as a woman, lonely, bare, and he hadn't felt she urge before to comfort a woman. But he wanted to, he wanted to hold her close and kiss away that look in her eyes. So, he knocked, and Pan reopened the door, her face confused and he moved to her. Her eyes widened, "Trun-"
He kissed her and pulled away knocking his nose to hers. "I have known you your entire life," he began, then asked, "And you've never once had someone make love to you…have you?" She blushed and her eyes dropped, he shut her door behind him and added, "I will regret this if you don't let me." She looked back up at him and arched a brow, "Guilting me?" He shook his head and leaned down and lifted her up into his arms and said, "No. Not guilting, no rowdy sex, just you and me, no rushing." She sighed and hooked her arms up and over his neck and he took her to her bedroom, and laid her out beneath him. He braced himself above her and leaned in, kissing her gently, before he kissed her chin, and her throat.
She felt his hands trace themselves under her shirt and only then could she feel his fingers were trembling. She touched his hands and lifted them to her face, kissing them. "Trunks," she began and he said, "I haven't ever done this." His admission made her stiffen, but then she relaxed and she eased her shirt up and over her head and his hands went to her jeans, unbuttoning them and pulling them from her. She kissed him, pressing gentle kisses to his lips, and between pulling away and kissing him once more she almost told him no. She could see it in his eyes that he was unsure as to what may happen between them.
But his warm hand, touching her torso, pressed her back. She lay naked before him, in the center of her soft bed and he nuzzled his face to her stomach before he leaned back and pulled his shirt up and over his head, and then kicked his pants off before he stood before her nude. She blushed as she looked at him, this was so personal, so intimate. His fingers traced her nether lips, making sure she was ready for him and his head tilted with a small knowing smile, she was always ready for him. But he wouldn't enter her immediately, like he was known to do. Truth was, he thoroughly enjoyed being inside of her. But this time, his fingers gently slicked up and down her lips, teasing her. She was wriggling underneath him and only then did he prop himself up onto an elbow and he deepened his touch in her. He slipped a digit into her, curling and pressing, laughing gently while she writhed when he added another finger. He leaned in, touching his body to hers, and ever so carefully he thrust another finger into her and her back arched while his pinky teased her back door. "Ah, Trunks!" She was breathing heavily and he stayed above her watching her. Her eyes narrowed and her teeth bit into her bottom lip just as she was about to come and he pulled his touch away. He rose, kneeling before her and Pan felt a nervousness she hadn't felt in a long time. And he watched her, and asked, "Do you want it?"
He felt her hands come up to graze his chest, tracing his sides and she nodded, and he pressed the tip of himself into her before pulling back and she moaned in protest. "Please," she whispered. And he looked down upon her, he wanted to go slow, he wanted to appreciate ever sigh every moan that fell past her lips. And she was so flushed, so needy just then he knew it would be hard to keep this up.
"Trust me," he whispered and she shakily said, "I do…" Her eyes shot wide when he fully penetrated her and his tip just barely nicked her cervix. There was a burn as she adjusted to his length, his size, and she felt him pull one of her legs up and over his hip as he began to move. Her head fell back and she gasped out, her hands curling over his shoulders before he curled his hand around the back of her head, bringing her back to look at him. Missionary was usually so very over used, a lazy positon, but right now he had her pinned in such a fashion that she knew she could not escape his idea of making love to her.
His blue eyes bore into hers and she felt her heart begin to pound as he gently kissed her and then rested his forehead against hers while his hips continued to move. His bright blue eyes more into her and his head fell to nip at the thin flesh of her neck and she shuddered when he lightly moaned near her ear.
He pulled out of her then and shifted her to lay upon her side before he entered her once more and entered her from behind. Her back arched, while his hands cupped her breasts, gently fondling her, kissing her neck, her shoulder, while he delicately nipped at the skin there. She was so tight, so hot in this position and he could not only feel what he did for her, but also could hear her breathing hitch and her heart pound with excitement. And Pan felt her chest tighten every time she heard his breathing deepen, before a soft groan fell past his lips as her hips swiveled to meet his. And slowly, pleasurably he laid with her.
He pulled away once more, pulled her up onto her knees and entered her once more. He was so somber, he felt her heart begin to slow, her energy was lowering and he smiled as he kissed the plane between her shoulder blades. She was tired, and he took his chance then to angle her hips and begin to quicken the pace, not deepen it roughly, just bring her quicker and quicker to her climax before he too fell into his pleasurable climax and as he pulled away Pan fell below him, laying upon her side and he stroked a caress down her shoulder and to her hand, gently squeezing it before he curled up behind her and stroked her hair, pressing kisses to her. And as she fell asleep in his warmth, he took his chance then to leave.
He quietly dressed and eased out of the house and then walked out of her home. His head was on cloud nine, reeling from the serotonin and dopamine that was being released in his brain. Then logically his brain snapped him back into reality. He lowered himself into his car and sighed as he clasped his hands around the steering column. He would never have sex like that again. Raw, romantic sex, filled with hands gripping and grasping out, begging for more, but enjoying just enough. He rolled his neck and took in a sharp breath and shook his head. But to do that with Pan was again, mind altering.