This chapter is basically just pure smut. If you are easily offended, not into this kind of thing or simply not old enough don't read it. You have been warned.
Also this is my very first lemon, so let me know what you think. I hope you enjoy it :)
Bulma could only swallowed loudly. The mental list of reasons that she had prepared in the past few minutes focusing on why he had screwed up and why he was at fault all but forgotten.
In rebellious fashion the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end and a shudder ran down her spine. Somewhere deep inside her brain she heard the faint echo of a small voice telling her that he was toying with her. That he had been toying with her all along. Her fascination and attraction to him an obvious game he had drawn out and played at his own leisure and to his own amusement. He was a predator and now he was going for the kill.
All her genius leaving her powerless to stop it. Her legs felt unusually shaky and she was not sure that they would even carry her should her brain be able to engage the "flight" modus in her fight-or-flight response that was currently taking a leave of absence. Instead her body seemed to opt for frozen, weirdly aroused and completely aware that she had just lost.
Over the past few month her fantasies and dreams , regarding the dark haired saiyan leaning against the doorframe , had simmered and boiled to the point of no return.
Almost distantly she recognized the sound of her own voice, …"I- ...I am not stalking you. You are just a rude jerk who ran away" it lacked fire and conviction.
Pushing himself of the doorframe Vegeta made a sound between a laugh and a chuckle. Moving with the grace of a true hunter he came to stop in front of her, still sitting on the edge of his bed, never once breaking eye contact. Light grey sweatpants hanging loosely and dangerously low on his hips, he leaned into her personal space. Blue drowning in black she recognized the smell of his soap. It had been a long truly pathetic struggle when he had first come to earth to find a soap that did not upset his sensitive nose. And now the smell of the product chosen all those long long month ago waved into her nostrils, setting her blood on fire. His chest was still bare and kami was he warm, the heat seem to almost radiate of him.
"I told you before, not to enter my quarters. But you continually ignore me. I might just have to kill you now woman" his voice like velvet - deep, dark, smooth, forbidden velvet - brought her back to reality. Taunting her.
His eyes still bore into her, gauging her reaction, his dark smirk revealing a sharp canine. He was a predator. Ready to pounce.
"It's my house Vegeta, I can go wherever I damn well please!"
Her fire returned with vengeance. That's right! That's why she was here. Because he had been a jerk! A jerk who had once again treated her with less respect than she deserved. Eyes blazing she faintly noticed heat pooling between her legs as he leaned closer, his mouth by her ear, his nose almost in her hair.
"You should run.." he took a deep breath and added, voice just above a whisper "..for your life"
His face came back to be level with hers, dark eyes watching her behind a mask void of any emotions, unreadable. For an outsider Vegeta would have appeared to be serious. Deadly serious. But Bulma knew better. Knew that he had smelled her arousal. Knew that she was no longer the only one at the point of no return, that she likely had never been there alone. Knew that right now he was giving her a chance out. A chance to say no and leave, no harm done.
But Bulma Briefs was not one for walking away from a challenge.
"I don't run, and you dont scare me Vegeta"
Before the words had a chance to fully leave her lips she reached out boldly, place her hand on his neck and kissed him.
The first time Yamacha had kist her, it had been careful. Testing, timid, gentle.
Vegeta was none of those things.
He washed over her like the force of nature he was. Taking control straight out of her hands and leaving no doubt that he was kissing her. His lips were soft, so soft and full that it caught her by surprise. Before she could regain her bearings his teeth had captured her bottom lip and then his tongue was in her mouth. Immediately establishing dominance while exploring and exploiting like he was a drowning man coming up for air for the first time.
His hands had found their way into her hair and while one remained, cradling her head, keeping her right where he wanted her, his other explored her body at his own leisure. It found her knee and parted her legs, his body stretching out over her, pinning her hips down with his. They were on the middle of his bed now. When had they moved!?
Gasping and moaning between heated kisses Bulma found her hands running up and down his back, tangling in the hair at the base of his neck, grasping the sheets beneath her to remind herself that this was real. His skin was hot, and soft. But he was still hard, it was like someone had spanned velvet over marble, and the more the heat pooled between her legs the more she seemed to drown in the fuzzy world of pleasure.
The fabric of her shirt was ripped before his hands found her breast, making short work of her bra, before running his thumb over her nipples. His hips grinding into hers seemingly on their own accord while his mouth had found the soft spot right behind her ear. Everything was hot and pleasurable and she was dangling somewhere between fer frontal cortex fighting for control and her entire body just being, just feeling. The shreds of her top along with her bra long forgotten at this point.
Normally that was hard, with Yamacha she had to make an effort to keep work (and other things) from entering her mind during their private moments but at this very moment, with this man, there was just gasping and moaning and pleasure.
Her hands found the waistband of his sweatpants, cupping him through them, before encouraged by his low groan, slipping her fingers beneath it. As her fingers found him, his head found the crock of her neck. Vegetas breaths came sharp, shallow and laboured as she began stroking his already erect member. Now he was the one fighting for control. Bulma Briefs still got it.
He only allowed her a few good strokes before distancing himself to take of his pants, taking hers - panties included - at the same opportunity. Given her sudden nakedness in front of her alien houseguest Bulma shyly averted her gaze. Yes she was beautiful, her body was flawless, and she was a damn confident woman but Vegeta was a God among men. And right now this God was towering over her. Between her bent legs. Naked. All muscles and bronze skin and power. Not to mention a rather impressive, rather hard, erection. As his body stretched over hers again, his hand found her chin, turning her head, forcing her to look at him. Black eyes boring into her, telling her, right here. Look at me.
His lips found hers again, through her lashes she saw him now watching her intently through hooded eyes. His erection pressed into her thigh and lower belly while his hand travelled over her breast and hips to her center. She gasped, felt the dark smirk in the kiss, saw the mischievous
glint in his eyes as the pad of his thumb found her most sensitive spot.
Hips rocking slowly against her, thumb still drawing lazy circles, middle finger delving deeper into her wet fold, kiss never stopping, rhythm never faltering - this man was incredibly good at multitasking. Her hips started moving and bucking on their own accord as his finger finally sank into her.
Like a true predator, he was a quick learner, sizing up his prey. And before she knew it his hand worked in a style that every move made her gasp, moan, mewl, quiver.
Wrapping her legs around his firm waist, burying her hands deeper in his wild dark hair, nails lightly scraping his scalp. She wanted this, the need for more almost unbearable at this point. Her breathing was labored, cheeks flushed and her body begging for release.
Above her Vegeta had long caught onto her need for more, making a show of withdrawing his fingers and licking the coat of her arousal of his digits. Tongue curling, lips encircling, while maintaining eye contact with the impossibly stunning minx below him. Her eyes widening when he surprised her yet again.
He usually hated being underestimated. Enemies often brushing him aside because of his size. But in situations like this one, he loved the element of surprise. Of being underestimated. It had left her wide open, and he had taken full advantage of it. Well not full, but he was about to.
Shifting his weight to his bend arm beside her head, he positioned himself at her entrance, eyes wandering leisurely up her naked form before meeting her gaze again, her pearly white teeth biting her lower lip in anticipation. Pressing forward he sank into her. She was warm and wet and awe-inspiring tight. A moan died at the back of her throat, her eyelids fluttered and he could not suppress the deep, low groan that escaped him as he buried himself to the hilt within her.
Her lips found his, sucking on his bottom lip while rolling her hips to meet his own, she moaned with every deep long stroke. All bets were off.
His lips were on hers, on her neck, behind her ear, his arm went around her hip allowing him to dive deeper, the shudder of a phantom tail wanting to curl around her thigh ran down his spine. Never before had he been this close to anyone during this act. Then again never before had anybody been so hot and willing.
Bulmas moans grew louder in intensity with the rhythm of his hips as he picked up the pace. Hand finding the back of her neck, lips finding hers and a few powerful strokes of his hips later he could feel her walls tightening around him. He fought for breath when she came apart underneath him, back arching, his name leaving her lips in a sound of pure pleasure. She pulled him with her over the edge.
Groaning, shuddering, jerking in his release he came almost violently inside her. Continuing to rock his hips in an almost desperate attempt to prolong his, their, pleasure for as long as possible.
The woman legs still around his waist he went limp above her, shifting slightly as to not crush her, letting his post orgasm daze wash over him.
This had not just been gratifying but absolutely exhilarating and suddenly he had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that once might not be enough.