How wrong was it to be a culprit in an affair?

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Desirable

His eyes; they were so black. A deep black that you could easily get lost in. A black that symbolized that there were no coherent thoughts present in his mind. It was as if his instincts were guiding him, controlling him, perhaps. The only sounds were the sounds of my panting and staggered breathing. A small whimper escaped my lips as his member pumped in and out of me with a force that only us Sayains could achieve.

It was wrong, and I knew it. In fact, we both knew it. I, Bulla Briefs, allowing myself to be a culprit in an affair. But my instincts spoke to me in a way that my body could not comprehend. I was lost in his scent, his touch, his kisses, and his moans. The way his kiss lingered on my neck. The way his fingers trailed up and down my ribcage. The way his breath lingered ever so slightly on my inner thigh. I was intoxicated.

I felt another release coming closer as he moved his hips at a teasingly slow pace. My nails dug deeper into his back as a desperate attempt to smother his name from coming to life on my lips. It became too much as my climax surfaced, again. I squealed faintly, and a cocky smile formed on his lips.

The feeling of me clamping around him became too much for him. Shortly after me, I felt his body tremor under my finger tips, and his hot seed exploded into me. He laid his head on my chest before I drifted off, hazy and sleepy from the passion I had just experienced.

I sat in my office, still recalling the details of what had happened only 14 hours ago. It was hard to focus on my work. The urge to walk into his office and repeat history on his desk was very tempting. I had to keep reminding myself; I was a simple secretary, nothing more. One simple fact left me questioning it, though. After all that passion, it couldn't have been just a fling, could it? I closed my eyes and the images of last night resurfaced.

"Bulla," he panted between hot breaths. His moans were music to my ears.

"Oh, Kami," he pleaded, as I tightened my core around his member.

"Bulla, please!" He begged me. For what, I don't know.

"Bulla," I heard in a more commanding tone. "Bulla? Hello! Are you there?" I snapped open my eyes and there he was, standing in front of me with that God-like body he took care of so well. A small smirk was plastered across those intoxicating lips. "Wow, someone needs to sleep!" He chuckled lightly at his assumption. No I need you. He continued, "can you file these papers for me?" He slid me a small stack of papers with those large, soft, and gentle hands. "After that, you could go home if you'd like."

I stared at him, a bit confused, until it hit me. "Oh, no. That won't be necessary. I just have a lot on my mind, but I will be sure to get these filed right away, Gohan." I retrieved the stack of papers and made my way to the cabinet that sat stationary a foot or two behind me. I could feel his eyes boring into my back side as I bent over. I clumsily tripped over the small rug.

"You know? You're usually very graceful. That's different for you to trip like that. Are you sure you don't want to go home? You must be feeling sick."

Only if you're going with me. I turned to look at him with a warm smile. "No, I will be fine. I truly appreciate the concern, though," I replied.

He sighed. "If you say so. You know where I am if you change your mind," he dismissed. He shrugged those sexy, well-toned, shoulders and sauntered back into his office. I couldn't help but stare at his ass swaying perfectly for a man. My heart began to race as I thought about the way it felt between my finger tips last night.

He myst have smelled my scent dripping with desire. He glanced back at me and smiled weakly, as if out of pity. His scent always drives me crazy. Oh Kami, How bad I wanted him! Did he want me, too?

After the whole ordeal last night, we both agreed that nothing could ever happen between us again. Gohan loved his wife and was dead-set on staying faithful to her. See, Gohan was married to a beautiful, successful woman named Videl Satan. Yes, the Videl Satan, daughter of Hurcule. The guilt he felt for cheating on her was eating him up inside. You could see it in the dark circles under his eyes, the way he tried to smile, and the way his voice cracked when he tried to speak to me. How do you tell someone that everything will be okay when you're not even sure yourself.

I knew that Videl was a simple human and couldn't smell my scent on him. There would be no way for her to find out unless somebody told her. Gohan and I weren't that stupid. The incident of last night was strictly between the two of us. As for anyone else that could smell his scent on me? Well, My dad was too proud and arrogant to not allow Videl to find out for herself. My brother was the best brother in the world. Goten, Gohan's brother? He was just too loyal. Besides, Gohan had so much dirt on him that he could have easily blackmailed Goten if he needed. Gohan's father, Goku, was too naive. As was Pan, Gohan's daughter. She knew nothing of scents. In fact, I think she hadn't even hit her first heat cycle yet. It was simple. There was no way that Videl would find out! All I could do is hope that Gohan would find out soon so that we could get back to the normal loving Gohan we all knew.

I closed my eyes in frustration, after sitting my down at my desk. The images of last night began to run through my thoughts, again.

"Gohan, please don't stop!" I tried to whisper between pants as I felt my climax closing in. His tongue was working magic on my clit. I grabbed his hair and lifted my hips, crushing his chin into my warm cavern. He moaned as if me wanting more was fueling his desire. The movement of his chin brushing just barely inside my inner walls was my undoing. I moaned his name as my release came crashing upon me. As I fell out of my daze, he was hovered over me, kissing my neck as he slowly pushed his member into my damp and swollen core. I moaned again as he filled me entirely, pushing all the way in.

His hand was on my shoulder and I hear his voice again, "Bulla." The way he said my name was invigorating. "Bulla, wake up." That tone was so sexy. Wait! Did he say wake up? I suddenly straightened up and turned to look at the clock. Four hours? I seriously fell asleep?

Gohan chuckled at me and smiled warmly. "I think we need to talk, Bulla. Let's go into my office for a few minutes once you're awake, okay?" He suggested gently. Before I could reply, he walked back into is office, leaving his door open for me.

I silently grunted to myself in frustration and anger. How could I have fallen asleep? Was I moaning his name out loud? What are we going to talk about? Is it work related? What if it's about last night?! A million thoughts raced through my head as I sighed loudly and got out of my chair. Lets get this over with.

I knocked on his doorway and relished the heavenly scent of his that was coming from the doorway. He perked his head up from his paperwork. "Ah! I wasn't expecting you this soon." He paused and looked at me, as if he was trying to see though me. His voice was low and almost in a growl when he spoke. "Close the door," he commanded me, as if I was about to be punished. I closed the door behind me and took a seat in front of his desk. As I sat down, he stared at me.

"I know you're not okay with what happened last night. Either you're day dreaming about me, or there is another Gohan that you've recently had intercourse with. Seeing, or rather smelling, that I am still the only one you've had sex with recently, I'm going to take a wild guess here and say that it's me," He paused for a moment to see my reaction. After he received none he continued, "I want you to tell me what's on your mind. I don't want this to bottle up. If that happens, we're eventually going to hate each other and resent coming here every day. Since I am the only person you can actually talk to about this, fire away."

He sat back in his chair and waited for me to begin. I contemplated telling him everything. Instead, I folded my hands in my lap and looked down at them. I stuttered a little when I began. "I... I... Well, there's... " I sighed heavily and looked up at him. "There's nothing on my mind, Gohan. I'm just very tired."

"Bulla," he stopped his sentence short and rubbed the bridge of his nose, under his glasses. He removed his frames and sat them on the desk, the proceeded with a smile. "You're not going to tell me, huh?" He chuckled. He sat there for a while, and the tension between us became awkward.

I timidly stood up. "If that's all you wanted, Gohan, I will be leaving." I stood and pushed my chair out slightly.

"No, that's not all" He paused, as I stood there staring at him. He rose from his chair and walked around his desk. Gohan pushed me against his desk, his palms planted on either side of my botton and my bust smashed gently against his uppper abdomen. I looked into his eyes, and that same darkness that overcame his pupils just 19 hours ago had returned. Before I could mutter a single word, he bent his head down to my neck. His lips lightly grazed my ear as he whispered, "If you're not going to tell me, then I'll just show you what I think."

His dark, sexy tone made me dizzy as his hand began to roam my body. His lips trailed all over my neck, as I dug my fingernails into the wooden desk, as if it would redirect some of the excitement I felt.

He lifted me up onto his desk so that my bottom was planted firmly, lifting the bottom of my dress to rest on my hips, as he continued the kisses and nibbles on my exposed collar bone. He ceased all of his actions and got down on his knees. He began trailing kisses up my leg, starting with my ankle and ending in the sensitive region behind my knee cap. His hands, then, trailed up my knee and grabbed the hem of my thong. As he pulled it down, he resumed his kisses from my knee to my inner thigh, all the while pulling my panties down. Very slowly and teasingly, he made his way to my sex.

At first, he left small kisses around my entrance, cause me to swell and my desire for his hardened length to grow. He surprised me with a light flick of his tongue on my clit. I moaned his name, my mind clouded with anticipation. The last thing I saw was that sexy smirk before he began his onslaught. At first he was teasing me with small, light flicks on my sensitive bud. The, he was frantically drawing circles all over it. I felt the vibrations of a moan against me, and I squealed, my hands pressing on the back of his head. I felt my climax drawing near.

He stopped suddenly, allowing his heavy and hot breaths to taunt my entrance. "I love the way you taste," He spoke through his lusty pants. My juices stained his lips as he brought them to me for a passionate kiss.

My hand quickly found a way to his undo his belt and zipper, leaving his hard length to spring free from the slit in his boxers. He gently pulled my hair to get a better angle to nip at my neck. I lifted my legs and locked my ankles around his lower back, leaving my sex to rub against his. Gently, he pushed the tip in, causing me to gasp and his breath to hitch slightly. He trailed kisses up my neck again before he spoke in my ear, hazily. "You are so warm and tight. It's so hard to control myself and refrain from taking you all at once." His breath tickled my ear as my need for him grew.

I bucked my hips and forced at least half of his member in, earning a loud moan from him. He began pushing the rest of the way, slowly, into my hot and wet entrance. I needed a release, badly.

He began to pump in and out of me, the force from last night returning. My nails raked his back as I moaned and squealed with pleasure. I arched my back when his hand reached between our joined bodies, sliding his middle finger over my sensitive nub. He left his other hand holding onto my hip, as his mouth took hold of my breasts. His tongue flicked over the pink bulb on my right breast, slowly drawing circles over it. He began sucking on it lightly, earning cry after cry from me, while he was working his middle finger over my clit.

There were too many sensations at once; his finger on my nub, his mouth sucking on my tit, and his member pumping in and out of me. I held back a scream as my release snuck up on me. Unphased by the violent shaking from my body, Gohan continued pumping in and out of me while playing with my clit.

I shut my eyes tightly and began screaming as the feeling became too much. "Oh Kami, stop please!" I moaned and pleaded and cried but to no avail. Gohan wouldn't let up. I opened my eyes to look at him, still shaking violently, clawing his back with my nails.

He stared me straight in the eye, wearing that sexy smirk. "Say it. Scream my name," he commanded in a low tone.

I obliged. "Oh Kami, Gohan!" I gave him what he wanted, hoping he would stop. That wasn't the case.

"Louder, Bulla. Scream my name louder and then I'll stop."

"Gohan, please," I whimpered. My screams were about to become louder as I felt a second orgasm on it's way. I didn't know how much more of this I could take before I started squirting my juices all over him. I wanted him to stop but, Kami, this side of Gohan was something I loved. I could never get tired of it.

"Scream it," he calmly commanded in his low and dominate growl.

"GOHAN! STOP! Please, Gohan! I'm going to come again! Please stop!" I screamed. My second orgasm was always stronger than the first.

"Oh, really?" He smirked. He stopped everything all at once and got back down on his knees. The thought that he honestly stopped quickly vanished as he slid his member out and began pumping in and out of me with is fingers. All the while, allowing his tongue to draw those frantic circles over my sensitive bud, again.

"Kami, Gohan! Oh! I'm so close... please.. ah!... don't.. stop," I begged through my pants. He added another finger in and pressed harder and faster with his tongue. Kami, this man was really trying to make me scream. "OH KAMI, GOHAN! YES! AH!" I shut my eyes tightly as my body began to tremble again. My climax reached it's full potential. Gohan slipped his fingers out of me, but continued his torture with my clit. My juices came spraying out of me onto Gohan's mouth, chin, and chest. He continued anyway, moaning and sending vibrations into my already trembling body.

"GOHAN," I panted, "GOHAN, PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE! Ah! GOHAN!" He stopped, giving my entrance a final lick. I opened my eyes to see him licking his lips, his chin dripping from my orgasm. His chest was glistening with the liquid, as well. I watched a single drop slide down his chin, onto his pec-muscle, and ripple over his abs. It slid down his stomach, just to the left of his belly button, and onto his hard member. I looked at his length, glistening with the fluids from my body. My eyes then traveled to the tip, to see a drop of my liquid drip off the end. Kami, that was hot.

I looked back up to his eyes, as they were staring me down like I was his prey. Gohan bent over me and closed his eyes as our noses touched. "I needed this so bad. Ever since last night, all I could think about was how you taste, how your muscular body feels against mine, and how I can be as rough with you as I want. I needed this Bulla." He kissed me lightly and sweetly on the lips, his and mine just barely brushing together. "I know I said that last night was the last and only time but I don't know if I can stay true to that. I need you. A need that I haven't felt since I left highschool. You bring out some kind of animal in me that I can't seem to control. I smelled you this morning, dripping with desire. I knew you smelled me, too." He moved his lips to my ear, again, and whispered, "I need you, Bulla."

He slid his member into my dripping core and began pumping vigorously. He was right. I did bring out some kind of beast in him. He brought out some kind of horny, sex-thirsty woman in me. I needed this just as bad as he did. "Harder, Gohan, Please." He obliged and sent me back into my dizzy state of mind. He continued pumping in and out of me, sloppily kissing me with need, or licking the tops of my breast. Either way, I was well on my way to climaxing, again.

He whispered in my ear, "I'm getting so close, Bulla." Hiding his nose in the crook of my neck, he moaned and nibbled at my flesh. He moved his hips faster and harder, until I felt his body tremble slightly in my palms. I was so close, and I think Gohan felt it. He pumped his still hard member in and out of me until he felt hiself return to the soft and limp flesh it is before. He got down on his knees again, licking and sucking my clit. My climax came again, squirting my juices all over Gohan. He lapped them up eagerly, causing a few squeals and moans to escape from my mouth. He got up, handed me my panties, and said, "I know this is wrong, but I can't help it for some reason. It's a strange desire I can't seem to control, Bulla." And that was how the whole affair started.