Lower Instinct - beginning of vegebul (+ gochi, tienlaunch)

What we started Part 1 (vegebul) ~adult

Bulma was a little annoyed that Vegeta had managed to embarrass her like that. That he made her feel like a shy little girl. Because she wasn't at all. She was a mature, intelligent and extremely tough woman! She was the future heir to Capsule Corporation, dammit!
But when she looked into his eyes... she felt so weak.
And she couldn't help but surrender to this man who had become so many for her. Who she cared for, who she had worried about, who she just wanted nearby, whose kisses and touches she longed for...

Bulma had simply fallen in love with Vegeta.

And as he turned to her, reaching out his hand and finally pulling her onto his lap, as he ran both hands up her body until he reached her cheeks and pulled her head towards him - she couldn't help but wonder if he might have fallen in love with her too.
But she preferred to leave it with the question in her head, because she didn't want to ruin this moment in which Vegeta gave her his undivided attention. His rare affection.
She was now sitting on top of him, bent over, her cheeks glowing under his hands and her eyes sinking into his before closing them completely in the touch of their lips. The mere fact that she could kiss Vegeta again was just so phenomenal that she almost got dizzy again. It was as if every kiss from him got more and more exciting. And her earlier fears that this time might feel planned and unrelaxed had fizzled out, because the lust for each other gripped them all over again.
While she now cupped his jaw with both hands, he ran his hands down her sides with a comfortable, firm pressure, cupping her hips and kissing her again with such a growing desire that it almost drove Bulma insane. Once again this passionate devotion managed to surprise her, because the way she had experienced Vegeta in everyday dealings, she would never have thought that he could show such behavior at all. That he could be so lustful, so impulsive.
But he was. Here and now. All alone with her.
Because just the feeling of her soft, shapely body, her warm lap on his, unleashed such a longing for this woman that he couldn't help but kiss her more and more lustfully and impulsively. He parted his lips and thrust his tongue into her mouth, letting her do the same. Bulma breathed excitedly while enjoying this tongue play with him again. Her hands still gently cupped his face, letting her feel all of his jaw contractions. And when she opened her eyes just a crack and realized that he was also looking at her closely, her pulse pounded even more violently in her temples. The way he looked at her, the way he touched her, the way he kissed her - all this caused an almost unbearable heat to rise in Bulma's inner core. A heat that came out of every pore, that made her dress stick to her body like a second skin. She thought she would burn up at any moment under the demanding holds and hot kisses of this Saiyan prince.
When she noticed how his hands wandered lower, stroked her thighs and pushed up the hem of her dress in an upward movement, there was a tingling cold shiver down her neck and she had to take a deep breath. And to show Vegeta how much she approved his actions - with every fiber of her being - she broke their kiss and leaned back, her eyes resting on his, which at that moment were looking back at her with infinite desire. Then she grabbed the hem of her dress herself, rolled it up, and pulled it off over her head. She also got rid of her blue headband and shook out her curly hair in one smooth movement. She dropped headband and dress over the edge of the bed and now wore nothing but her underwear.
As self-confident as Bulma was, she naturally knew how to present her body in a very attractive way. Stroking a curl of her luscious hair behind her ear, she looked down at Vegeta with a beguiling gaze. And when she realized that his aroused gaze had only just returned from wandering over her body to her face, she had to smile mildly. Deciding to give him an even more pleasant view, she slipped both hands behind her back to unbuckle her bra. In a seductively slow movement, she slipped the straps off her shoulders and then pulled the bra sideways so that Vegeta could now see her bare breasts.
And he looked at so carefully that Bulma couldn't help but wonder, //Maybe this is the first time he's seen a naked woman...?//
As much as the question burned on her tongue, she was careful not to say it out loud. Implying that a man was inexperienced in bed probably didn't go over well - especially when you were in bed with him right now. And basically it didn't matter how experienced or inexperienced he was. All that mattered to Bulma was that this otherwise stubborn Saiyan prince wanted to be intimate with her. That he gave her a kind of affection that she hadn't even dared to dream of. So she didn't want to fill her head with thoughts and certainly not the air with words, but just enjoy this rare moment of exciting togetherness... with Vegeta.
The beguiling view seemed to heat him up so much that he now wanted to get rid of his clothes too. Bulma helped him out of his black tank top, which then also wandered over the edge of the bed, and then put her hands on his upper arms, which were still wonderfully pumped up and rock hard from the recent workout. His entire feel was so incredibly attractive, he felt like a single muscle, so firm and supple at the same time.
And Vegeta too was very taken with Bulma's naked body - so much that he couldn't help but touch her again. He cupped her back with both hands and pulled her closer to him, lifting his chin to kiss her neck. With pleasure she tilted her head to side, pushed her hands up to his shoulders and enjoyed his caresses, his hot breath on her skin. Vegeta slowly worked his way down, kissing her collarbone, then kissing her between the breasts... and finally he cupped his mouth over her nipple with a voiceless noise.
"Nnh..." Bulma let out a muffled gasp as she buried her hands in his black, spiky hair. She closed her eyes in relish as she felt the warm, wet inside of his mouth and his tongue caressing her nipple. At the same time, his firm, rough palms cupped her slender chest, and Bulma thought at that moment that he really did have the hands of a warrior. And she loved this perceptible contrast of tenderness and strength, she loved every touch he made, wrapped her arms around his head and grimaced with lustful excitement.
Vegeta gasped for a moment when the pair of soft breasts pressed against his cheeks, but he couldn't deny how amazing it felt to sink blissfully into the bosom of a beautiful woman. He had to wrap his arms more tightly around her, close his eyes and take a deep breath through his nose because the scent of her bare skin was driving him insane. She just smelled so incredibly good. Like after sunbathing, of warmth and life, somehow carefree with a subtle fruity note. With his fine Saiyan sense Vegeta perceived her scent so intensely that his lust for this woman increased considerably.
He slid his hands up her back until he reached her tender shoulders while craning his neck to kiss her lips again. Bulma immediately allowed his tongue back into her mouth and returned his wild, demanding play. Putting her hands on his face, she kissed him with her head tilted and with each thrust of his tongue her lap throbbed more violently, so that she began to roll her pelvis towards him in the same rhythm. In an almost provocative manner, she now rubbed herself against his increasing hardness, knowing that no man would be able to endure this for long.
And indeed, Vegeta could hardly contain himself. Which wasn't surprising, given that with all the ups and downs of the day, he nearly got a semen jam!
He ran his hands down Bulma's sides again and placed them on her bare hips, allowing him to witness her voluptuous movements all the more intensely. She was already trembling with tension, the sexual excitement threatened to tear her - no, both of them - apart. Everything went faster, wilder and more irrepressible, because with every second that passed, every kiss, every skin contact that took place, they both wanted more.
Bulma could feel Vegeta's grip around her hips gaining strength and how much his cock was warming her crotch through the now taut fabric of his trousers. She broke their kiss with her mouth open - licking his tongue lasciviously one last time, leaving a fine thread of saliva - and then began to lean back slightly. She let her hands slide down his naked torso in one flowing movement until they reached the waistband of his pants.
Vegeta was now leaning back against the headboard of his bed and watching Bulma from there. Her gaze was directed downwards, and she then began to gently tease his erection with her fingers through the fabric of his pants. But without touching them directly. Which was driving Vegeta increasingly insane!
His eyebrows twitched and he showed his teeth slightly, which gave his face an aggressive expression that was very typical of him. He was paying close attention to Bulma's hands, what they were doing and what was just behind them. Even in the dim light of the bedside lamp, he could see the wet spot on her panties. He could see her arousal and he could smell it.
And then he flinched as her fingers finally brushed his cock and had to inhale the air sharply through his teeth. Bulma's hands found their way into her own lap - where they stayed then.
Eyes glassy, ​​cheeks flushed, both now exchanged an immensely heated look.
And they both knew exactly what that look meant.


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