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The first time he touches me he keeps his gloves on.
I don’t know how it happened. One minute we are arguing, about the gravity room maybe? He calls me insufferable and I raise my hand to slap him, but he stops my attempt. He captures my bare hand in his gloved one. The next thing I know that same gloved hand is gliding up my arm and my lips are crushed against his. Who kissed who? I honestly can’t say.
He rips through my shirt like it’s tissue paper and I want to yell at him, but I can’t because his tongue is in my mouth and I seem to have forgotten how to speak.
The silky material of his gloves ghosts against my lower back and I quiver. They are far softer than I expect. He roams my body before he removes my bra with a snarl, apparently that is too much material for him. He thumbs over my nipples, and again I am shocked at how soft, how pleasant, I find the touch of his gloved hands.
His hands move lower, and he fumbles a little on the buttons of my jeans. I don’t mind. It humanizes him for a moment. Lets me catch my breath.
He curses in frustration and I offer him my assistance, shimmying out of my pants, lest he blast them and possibly me into oblivion. I hear his sharp intake of breath and I preen knowing that he wants this just as much as I do. In an instant he is nude before me. All except those damn gloves. He sees me looking at them and gets that fucking smirk on his face. A new round of moisture builds between my legs.
He runs a single finger along my jaw and I let out a keening sound, at least I think it’s me, I’ve never heard or made a sound like it before. His mouth scorches a trail down my neck, my sternum, my stomach and suddenly the prince is kneeling before me.
I watch him, not daring to speak outside of the noises I can’t control. He presses his nose against my soaking panties and his tongue darts out to taste me through the wet material. He growls against me and I swear I hear him purr. It makes me ache. I thought I knew what desire was, but I was fucking wrong.
My hands go to his hair, and I hear myself begging. He hooks a finger into the waistband of my panties and slips them down my legs. His gloves and the damp silk work together to create goosebumps on my flesh.
He grips my thighs, so close to where I want him. Then I feel it. The caress of his gloved finger over my pussy. My eyes roll back and my hips lurch forward, totally out of my control. His hands are already large, the fabric of his gloves adds even more girth to his digits, but all I can think about is having one, two, maybe more inside me.
He looks up at me from between my legs and I almost come undone right there. His black eyes are an endless, starless sky and I can’t look away. Has he always been this beautiful? I suck in lungfuls of air and he speaks.
“You are a wanton thing aren’t you Woman?” The words are whispered at the apex of my aqua curls.
“Yes,” it’s not my most sparkling retort but I’m proud I strung an entire word together. I buck again, the teasing is making me slick with need and there is no hiding it from him.
Finally, blessedly, he slips a gloved finger inside me. The material feels strange against my inner walls, but in a good way.
“You are so wet, I can see you glistening.” Fuck his sexy voice. He pulls one of my legs up and rests it against his shoulder and slips a second finger inside me. I purr and clench and moan and writhe. How can he make me feel like this? Mere minutes ago I wanted to punch his smug face in. Now I just want to saturate the material of his gloves to the point that my scent will linger on them even after they’ve been laundered.
His gloved fingers glide in and out of me, searching me, stretching me, and then his mouth lands on my clit. I come off the wall and with a growl he pushes me back, a forearm across my belly locking me back in place. Not that I was going to get far, what with a leg on his shoulder and his tongue and fingers battling for dominance inside me.
I am about to come, and I tell him. Loudly. The words are inelegant, panted, needy, and threaded with his name as they spill from my lips. That euphoric crest is within my reach, just a little more. I hold my breath and close my eyes.
I’m almost there….
Then suddenly, I’m empty.
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Fuck she tastes like a dream. Who would have thought this stupid mudball was hiding such a treasure. Her normally perfect pale skin is blotchy and sticky. I like it. She looks better this way, less polished and more real. She's making the most indecent sounds and my cock twitches with each and every illicit whimper.
I watch my gloved fingers as they pump in and out of her tight slit. I can tell how wet she is. She's practically dripping in need, but the material of my gloves keeps me from feeling that wonder. Now she is shouting my name. A victory. My name in her mouth and not that weakling’s. She’s close, I can smell it on her and she’s made it very clear with her moans. But I want more. I want to feel her without the last barrier between us. So I pull my hand and my mouth away.
I rise to my feet and lower her leg.
I hold a finger up to her lips and for a moment I think she might bite me. Her blue eyes are full of frustration, need, and anger. I watch as she rubs her thighs together still searching for her release. I’ve driven her to the edge and then taken it away. “Am I a cruel Prince?” I whisper against her ear.
She swallows and licks her pouty pillowy lips. That mouth of hers drives me insane. She is so vulgar and infuriating. And captivating. Normally that mouth is yelling at me, provoking me.
But today, she uses it to tug off my glove. My balls tighten as she pulls. The moment my hand is free from the fitted material, she drops the glove to the floor then takes my hand in her own and guides it back to her pussy. Her eyes are no longer angry, they are navy with lust.
“Feel me,” her words curl around my ears. I have a flash of annoyance that she is telling me what to do, but then my bare finger penetrates her silken walls. Without hesitation, I slide a second one inside her and before I can think, a third. She is lush, like nothing I have ever touched before. She tightens around me and I worry three may be too much too soon. I have to be mindful of myself with her. I go to pull my hand out, but she stops me, her dainty clasp on my arm hardly registering.
“Please, make me come.” I can deny her no longer. I descend to my knees before her again, no shame in kneeling for a bounty like this, and I lap and fuck and lick and plunge. And then I taste it. A burst on my tongue and I know I will have to have her again. This will not be a one time thing. I drink from her lips like I’m dying of thirst.
I want to keep going, I want more. My bare hand searches beyond her pussy now, finding the smaller hole in between her cheeks. Covered in her release, I press one finger against her pucker. She sags between me and the wall, but I don’t let her fall.
I make a snap decision and I offer the still gloved hand back to her lips, hoping she will repeat her earlier actions, and I smirk when I feel the nip of her teeth through the protective material. The silken slide of the glove off my hand is more erotic than it should be. Cunning vixen.
She pulls my newly freed fingers into her mouth and sucks on them with abandon. I swallow and try to calm my pulse. My cock is straining, taut with need and unspent semen, but I will wait.
Making her come again is my goal.
One hand explores her mouth and chest, the other her pussy and ass. She starts to tremble in my grasp and I gloat in my triumph. Her orgasm douses my fingers and her legs give out. This time I do let her fall towards the floor. I catch her of course, despite what many believe, I’m not a fucking monster.
She is flushed and sweating, maybe even a little dazed as she sits in my lap. I chuckle, clearly the weakling has never satisfied her like this. Then, she turns those blue eyes on me, and I can see a smile, not dissimilar to my own tugging on her lips. She inches out of my hold and kisses her way down my stomach.
Is she going to….fuck, she is….
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The second orgasm rocks my body, I’m full of him and he hasn’t even let me touch him. He pulls me into his lap, and I linger in his arms while I regroup not just my breath, but my mental faculties. His cock brushes against my ass and I know what I want.
I place my lips chastely against his before indulging myself. I kiss and nip his strong jaw, his muscular neck, his sculpted chest, and down his perfect stomach. And then I stop. Yes, he just gave me two mind blowing orgasms, but he also teased me to the point of frustration.
Now that he’s not touching me, my IQ jumps up 50 points. Fucking Saiyan sex god. I decide to fuel his fire. “Should I be cruel or kind, your highness?”
He whispers one word, “Bulma.”
I choose to interpret that as his way of saying kind and I lower my mouth to his head. He’s deliciously thick. Larger than I expected. His skin is salty and tart and it delights my tastebuds. I swirl my tongue around the tip of his cock before taking more of his shaft in my mouth.
One hand goes to stroke him, the other is playing in between his legs. He thrusts against my face, sooner than I expect, but he did spend a lot of time working me.
I bob my head and he moans. Hearing him making the same mewling sounds I made earlier gives me a thrill. I really hope this isn’t a one time thing. But if it is, I’m going to enjoy it. I drop him from my mouth. “Do you want to come in my mouth or...?” I ask it in the way most likely to make him call me vulgar. I love it when he says that.
He doesn’t answer me with words, instead, he presses me onto my back and kneels above me. I wrap my legs around his hips and he inches into me. His girth stretches me, even after all the prep work done by his fingers. I suck in a breath and he pauses, letting me adjust. He is far more tender and thoughtful than I would have expected...
I raise myself slightly, using my elbows for leverage and watch as he continues to push into me. Once he is fully hilted inside my sex I roll my hips, letting him know I’m ready. I want more.
“Fuck Woman, you are so tight.”
I contract my walls in response, I’ll show him tight. He pulses in and out of me, his fingers dig into my hips and I know I will have bruises in the morning. Worth it.
I let my hands roam my body, and I catch him watching me. I smirk and put two of my fingers into his mouth, when they are covered in his saliva I slowly pull them out and use them to roll and tug my nipples. He groans and shudders. It won’t be long now. His breath is coming in desperate pants, and his rutting is less controlled, the pace frantic. It’s exquisite.
He licks his fingers and brings them down to my sensitive clit working to ensure I come first. I cry out in pleasure, Bulma-3, Vegeta-0. Now I am determined to make him come and I grip my innermost muscles around his cock. I release and then clench again, and again until I feel his warm seed shoot into me.
My name tumbles from his lips, and it’s honestly the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. He collapses next to me and we lay side by side, spent, sweaty, sated. He hands me a glove and nods his head towards the mess of sticky fluids in between my legs. It’s an oddly intimate gesture. I mumble, “Thank you,” and take the glove to clean up the proof of our combined releases. Without a word he takes the soaked glove from me. Just as I’m about to speak, he rises with a grunt. And then he’s gone. It’s for the best. I don’t know what I would have said anyway. I stretch, feeling better than I have in possibly ever. I smile and I can’t help but wonder what he is going to do with this particular set of gloves….
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I hear him enter the gravity chamber, but I don’t look up from my work. We haven’t spoken much in the last few days. It hasn’t been awkward though. In fact, it’s been like the longest foreplay session of my entire life. Fingers and bodies brushing against each other in passing, stolen glances when no one else is watching, and I know in my case more than one late night replay of our encounter.
“Since you're standing there Badman, think you can make yourself useful and hand me that drill?”
I feel something soft in my outstretched palm, and I smirk. Those gloves are about to come off.