... him how much she loved him, even if he didn’t feel the same.
Bulma wasn’t stupid. She knew that this meant many things to him, but not one of them was about love.
Her body was rocked with the force of his thrusts and she stopped thinking at the sight of him. It was so erotic. His dark red eyes were boring into her with more intensity than his hips. His light and dark blue hair brushed the sides of his face and his lips were parted as he panted above her. His upper body glistened slightly with a thin layer of sweat and she was mesmerized with the sight of his abdominal muscles bunching and flexing. Moving lower, she blushed at the sight of him disappearing into her below her small tuft of blue curls. Even after they’d done this so many times, she still found herself blushing. The sight was just too erotic. The sounds, too, as their body slapped together, the slightly wet noises their parts made, the sound of her thighs sliding against him, the creaks and protests of the cheap bed, the sound of her heart in her ears, all made her mouth go dry. She gulped, and again she felt her muscles begin to tighten and clamp down.
“Please Kai,” she begged, hoping he’d let her come this time. She saw him smirk. He was such a bastard. He enjoyed toying with her. In retaliation, she dug her nails into his buttocks, the slight pain made his jaw drop and the air rush from his lungs. She loved it when he did that. It was her turn to ...