Happy Birthday, My Beloved

by NightSkyWonderer

It's Clark's birthday weekend. He doesn't care for material gifts. The greatest gift to him is spending time with a certain woman of wonder and Diana has plans to make the weekend absolutely wonderful!

2. Party Love

Party Love

The sun was just coming up, and Diana opened her eyes. She could feel Clark's body stir next to hers. She reached over and ran her finger gently across his bare chest. She felt his breathing get more shallow, but his eyes stay closed. Her body was already screaming for him. Her hand trailed lower, along his happy trail. She could feel his member start to move. Already hard and ready. A smile drew across her face. She loved to see and feel his well-endowed length. She looked back up at him, and his eyes were still closed, but his lips let her know, with that coy smile, that he was just as awake as she was now.

"Good Morning…Old man," Diana teased, smiling into his chest.

Clark's eyes shot open and looked down at her. "Hey! I'm not an old man!"

Diana laughed. "I'm just kidding, Beloved. It's more of that you are a year wiser." She reached up and kissed him softly. "Happy Birthday!"

Clark grinned. "I know, Di. I mean I'm more than happy to be your old man for eternity. The best gift is waking up to you, you know."

"Yes, I know. You quite enjoyed yourself last night…I did as well."

"Yeah, I can't get enough of my delicious early special birthday cake…." Clark trailed his hand down to her ass.

Diana giggled. "Darling, you know this special cake is all year round. It's even better with a lot of icing too..." She smiled as last night replayed in her mind.

Clark had given her more orgasms than she could count, first with tongue and fingers. The feel of his lips urgently on hers, his teeth occasionally tugging at her lips. Laying her over the arm of the couch, fast hard, and deep thrusts and strokes. Then the bedroom, their sanctuary of passionate love.

She loved when he would bend her over and take her from behind. The way he tightly gripped her hips. Then as she straddled him, riding him, his hands reached up to massage her breasts and tease her nipples. The best had come as she climaxed, tightening around him too much, tipping him over the edge, her legs wrapped around his waist, moving together, while he filled her deep inside.

Diana's insides tingled at the thoughts and she became aware of a damp sticky feeling below, partly the result of last night and partly in anticipation of an encore performance. She squirmed slightly as her body reacted to the thoughts in her mind. Her tiny movement caused Clark to stir.

Clark traced his fingers along Diana's spine. He knew it was a ticklish spot for her, and she shuddered. As Diana gathered her bearings, she smiled and nuzzled her head against his sunlight-soaked chest. He leaned against her, stealing a breath of the intoxicating scent in her hair.

Diana reached up. Their mouths meet, exchanging kisses, wet and passionate yet gentle and intimate. Diana moved to lie completely on top of him, pressing her breast into his chest. Clark's arms encircled Diana, one cupping her bottom, the other around her waist and reaching up between her shoulder blades to scratch at her spine.

Diana drew up her knees on either side of him and moved him to enter her, slowly, gently, filling her, stretching her, possessing her. A sigh escaped her lips and she press her head into his shoulder.

Diana felt new dampness forming between her thighs, one caused by the pleasure of the closeness as much as the feeling of their naked bodies entwined together.

They move gently together, without any urgency, exchanging kisses and little touches. Diana enjoyed the feeling of his masculinity, the movement of his muscles, and the heat of his breath. They were transported to levels of pleasure incapable to be reached by any other. A heat was spreading through their bodies, yet their pace does not increase. Diana rode him slowly, reaching up and running her fingers through her hair.

Diana was concentrating on pleasuring Clark, squeezing him with her internal muscles, rising almost to release him and pausing, then moving back down to fully contain him, pressing down until she was completely filled and he was pressing deep inside. She rocked and moaned as his inches moved around inside her. Faster and faster she rode him until she collapsed forward; her hands flat against his chest, her head leaned forward...eyes closed in an orgasmic trance. Her nails dug into his chest as she exhaled to match her inside muscles unclench.

"Mmmmmmm," she hummed as she opened her eyes and looked down at him.

Clark was still fully inside her, the head of his member resting on her back wall.

Diana sat up as she dragged her nails gently down his abs.

"Gods when you get so deep," she said as she bit her lip in a smile.

"You like that, huh?" Clark asked.

"Oh yes," she replied in a slow groan through her bit lip smile.

She ran her hands back up his abs, past his chest, and leaned in for another kiss, letting him halfway out. Clark pulled her down, her ass was slapping against his thighs. She reared back and yelped, getting perpendicular to him to rising and drop her hot box on his member.

Clark put his thumb against her clit.

"Oh yes! Oh, Kal!" she stammered, her head dropping as spasms began to wrack through her. She ground down into him, getting closer to the explosion.

Oh GODS!," she whined, building to a boil.

Clark continued working her clit while Diana kept spinning her hips. Diana's body was already quivering as she went over the edge exploding over Clark. Clark thrust upward to meet her for a final time as they melted together in their release, their fluids mingled, hearts racing, breath quickening, time slowing.

Diana bent down kissing him deeply, tongue exploring his mouth as they slowly rode out the bolts of pleasure.

The kiss lingered and they both moaned a little with the passion of it, lips pressed together and tongues flicking until our lips parted and they stare into each other's eyes.

"Damn… already the best birthday ever."

Diana laughed softly. "Just wait until later tonight, Love."

"What's for tonight?"

"I won't tell."

"Not even a hint?"

Diana smiled. "It depends, Beloved. But you can have fun guessing in the meantime."

"Ah, c'mon, Di."

She kissed him again and rolled off of him giggling. "Race you to the shower."

"I win, you have to tell me."

"Is that so?" Diana raised her brow. "Well…ready…set…g-" Diana pushed off of him and flew to the bathroom.

"Hey!" Clark was right behind her in seconds.

She squealed and laughed when Clark wrapped his arms around her waist lifting her.

"That wasn't fair, Di."

"Oh, Honey…I don't mind if you punish me."

Clark set Diana down and she turned to him with a seductive smile.

Clark smirked and shook his head. "You are really working me, Ms. Prince."

She giggled again. "I know."

Diana turned back around and pushed her ass back against him as she turned the shower on. She took Clark's hand pulling him into the shower with her. She pressed him against the shower wall; her mouth immediately on his.

Gently enjoying each other as the steaming hot water began to flow, rubbing their wet bodies close together, Clark's member slid on her powerful thigh. His hands wandered down to her ass, lifting her cheeks a little as they kissed a bit more deeply. Diana's fingers played along his back, down to the small of his back, down to his ass. Holding on to each other, recreating the warmth from their bed by keeping their bodies close.

Pulling away, "I love this with you," Diana whispered huskily in his ear, nibbling the sensitive area below it and making him groan. "Taking care of my man, especially on his special day. Though, every day is special with us."

She began to stroke his length as she licked and kissed his neck, still pressing him against the wall with her own wet, naked body, the steam from the hot shower nothing compared to the heat of her sex rubbing against his thigh while her hands worked, so close to, his package.

"Here, let me help you soap up," she said, taking a little body wash, and massaging his body with lathered hands.

She applied it to his chest and shoulders, asking him to turn around before she started rubbing his back. Making him stretch out his arms before doing them.

He loved her massages, and she knew it, working into all the places that made him groan and start to quicken his breathing. She worked her way down, skipping his hard member, which made him almost growl, and rubbed his thighs, his calves, then back up again until her mouth was so close to his length that he could feel her gently blowing air on it and shivered. Grinning widely up at him she smacked his buns of steel a couple of times. She was as thorough as he was. She paid much attention to the inside of his thighs, but she also seemed to find something fascinating about the hair on his legs. Her hands brushed up against his member supposedly accidentally many times.

Diana licked her lips and looked up at him. Her smile and laugh just begged for a kiss. He could take it no longer and pulled her up to stand.

Clark poured another bottle of body wash, a nice flowery odor filling the shower after the smell of sandalwood and lemon that the soap she used on him, in his hand. Starting at her shoulders as he smiled at her, wondering down over her bosom as to fall into some sort of trance, inebriated by her soft skin and beautiful curves.

Caressing her breasts thoroughly before asking her to turn around. Her neck was beautiful, her whole back and ass, smooth skin enchanted him. With his fingers, he traced her spine, down to the small of her back. That little pit just above her lovely ass. Clark let out a sigh at her beauty.

Clark told her to raise her arms and tickled her armpits a bit. As she turned giggling at him, he kissed her. They fell into each other's arms, falling into softness and love. Just kissing and caressing.

Clark asked her if she wanted him to wash her hair, she said no but in the same breath asked to wash his.

He couldn't say no to her. Feeling her fingers all over his scalp, massaging in the shampoo. It felt amazing having her fingers rubbing through his jet-black curls. She played a little with his ears, rubbing them. As she rinsed out the shampoo, Clark enjoy it, even more, kissing her as his way of thanking her before she moved on to herself. She was beautiful even when simply washing her own hair.

Kneeling beside her, he lifted one of her legs. Gently rubbing soap all over it, his fingers daring to reach up to her ass. Groping them, before running all the way down over her thighs. He slid up and down the inside of her thigh a couple of times, before going down to her foot, between her toes.

Teasing her and tickling her foot until she giggled and laughed. He played with her foot for a while, before putting it down and starting on her other leg. Reaching up equally high this time, to her sweet ass. Caressing her thigh, again and again, her legs, so perfect. Kissing her knee on a whim before going down to her foot. Cleaning it thoroughly, even tickling her a little, before kissing the upside of her foot.

Diana made him rise up into a kiss, squeezing his body so close to her and groping his ass so hard it was like she was squeezing an orange for it's juice. Kissing deeply without bothering about time. Holding closely.

Clark kneeled again, smiling, grinning, up at her. A little soap in his hand for her blossom. Her lips swelling, preparing for a visitor. When he was done and she was fully rinsed, he couldn't help but kiss her. Making her close her eyes moaning. Clark just loves pleasuring her and taking his time doing so. He loved caressing her with every part of his body.

He pressed her firmly against the wall and breathed heavily into her ear, letting her hear his desire. His hard length was positioned right at her entrance and Diana groaned, feeling it ever so slightly against her wet core. Clark pulled away, then lunged forward, kissing her passionately and entering her roughly. They both found the right rhythm for them to make love while staying on their feet, Clark sliding in and out of Diana with ease mixing water and her juices. He teased her clit with his fingers. His lusting whispers echoed between his desiring groans. Diana leaned back against the tiles, as Clark continued to glide into her, even more intense, his fingers firmly on her, rubbing, pressing, working in time with his grinds, and series of long deep thrusts. The hot water of the shower still flowing over them making their morning romp all the more worthy.

Soon Diana was gasping and moaning louder, her body slick with soap water and bucking uncontrollably against his length. It didn't take long and with only a couple of playful flicks, Diana felt herself reach the edge. The rush of waves crashing over her. Clark felt Diana clench around him as he too began his descent. Diana grabbed onto him, clawing at his back, moaning softly.

Clark kept up his teasing as long as he could, sending jolts of passion through every inch of Diana. Unable to push herself any further, Diana let herself ride each wave, pulling Clark impossibly closer once more. Their hard intense rhythm from before now a smooth flowing motion, their bodies sailing through each jolt together as their fluids created a single stream, trickling out Diana and around Clark.

In their euphoric state, they stayed for several minutes, Clark's hands once again caressing Diana's now limp body as she relaxed once more into his arms, his lips laying soft nurturing kisses across her head, before gently, but purposefully nudging her and helping her back up. Recomposing herself, Diana let the water push her hair back. Clark pulled her close once more, his heart still racing as Diana felt him, still engorged, pressing against her, and like an addict, she felt her inner cravings spark up again.

Then, as she was close to coming, he slid out completely, leaving her clenching around nothing, then thrust back in, filling her to the hilt and letting her orgasm reach her at the same time as his.

She clenched around his pulsing member as they both came down from their orgasm, and he slowly slid out of her still-sensitive womanhood.

Ready to get out of the shower, they washed any overlooked bits before turning off the shower, having spent much more time in there than they usually do on their own.

They helped dry each other off, paying extra attention to their more interesting bits. When Diana was drying off Clark's member it felt less like she was simply drying it and more like she was giving him a hand-job. Clark was amused with the way she would find and take any excuse to do such a thing and even grab his ass.

Completely dried, they walked to the window, standing there hand in hand surveying the outside world.

But Clark was so focused on how beautiful Diana was naked.

"You're so beautiful, Diana."

She blushed and leaned forward, kissing him gently, but they could only handle so much 'gentle' this morning and Clark kissed back hard, reaching to hold her face against his and maintain the passion of the kiss. Clark's tongue swept through Diana's mouth with fervor, trying to taste all of her at once. Suckling her lips hard and then returned to kissing them gently for just a moment before taking off on a rampage again. Oh, how Diana does love his kisses, they are always exactly what she needed and his passion always showed, even when he tried to control it. His desire, even at times an animalistic need for her, always got her hot.

Breaking their kiss with a naughty smile, Diana bent forward, leaning onto the window sill. Smiling at him, she suggested that he inspect her from behind. Having just put his hand on her ass it's not a suggestion he was about to decline. Standing behind her, he first caressed her cakes, before kneeling down and kissing them. Nibbling on her cheeks and then kissing her orchid. Letting his fingers play a little in her treasure, enjoying the feel of her mound of Venus. Gently spreading those fleshy lips of hers to taste the inside, egged on by her moans.

Clark raised up behind her and with careful precision aims his length. Dipping its tip in her soft accommodating flesh. Diana moaned as he gradually let himself get more and more wetter from her juices. As he probed and indeed penetrated her, he firmly held on to her hips and watched her beautiful back. They stood there, watching the view as Clark slowly moved inside of her in rhythm with her movements. Wondering if anybody was watching them made them both laugh.

"I don't think anyone has noticed and trying to watch us, Love…"

"Well I mean, we've had knocks on our door a few times about the noise."

"I will try to be a little quieter."

"Hell no! It's music to my ears hearing you. So you know what? Let'em look. My Goddess is a sight to see."

"Oh, Kal, you naughty man!"

The idea of how stunned someone might be to see or know what they were doing brought a smile to Clark's lips and heart. He let his hands wander to her bosom and gently caressed her. They've got all the time in the world right now and just being with her, inside of her, felt phenomenal.

Diana lifted herself and they kiss. Holding her up against him, Clark let his hands wander all over her front, her bosom, and stomach. Making love to her was his number one greatest joy. Diana leaned forward again and they stood there, gently fornicating just for fun. Clark's hands wandered over her back and hips, around her sides, and onto her breasts and clit. He wished all days could be like this, to spend eternity inside of her.

"Oh, Kal…" Diana reached behind the back of Clark's neck, gripping the hair at the nape of his neck. "As much as I want to stay like this, Darling…AH…" she paused and moaned as little waves rushed over her. "There's a few…places… I want us to go."

Clark kissed her shoulder. "Where ever you want to go, Di. I'm all for it."

They both groaned coming together. Diana smiled biting her lip and tilted her head to capture his lips kissing with such yearning.

---

2 hours later: 45th Summer Arts & Music Festival

As they walked across the long, flattened grass, Clark eyed the horizon of multi-colored tents scattered across the field. The sun blazed ahead, bringing heat and blinding light. All-around them, sunglasses reflected the happy scenes around them.

"It's all so lovely, isn't it, Darling?"

"Yeah! It's incredible! Oh, look at that!" Clark pointed at a mural of the first pioneers of hip hop. "80s classics are the best! I was 13 going to my first concert. Major influence with styles of clothing for school. There was one kid who love Micheal Jackson and Prince. He knew every song and every dance from music videos. Now he's actually a music producer."

"That's amazing!"

"Yeah…you know there are certain songs that came out at a certain and it holds so much significance. When I took my first flight, John Denver's Take Me Home, Country Roads and Pa's favorite from him Sunshine On My Shoulders played. I'd never had that much fun even though I was close to falling flat on my face. But that moment, Di. So much changed for me and the ironic thing about that was Sunshine on my Shoulders played on the radio the day I met you. That same feeling I had flying, I had it again when I first laid my eyes on you. I knew, in that moment, we would have something special together."

"Oh, Kal, you are so sweet!" Diana kissed him softly.

Suddenly Clark's phone started to buzz.

"Ah, it's Ma and Pa video chat."

When Clark answered they excitedly said, "Happy Birthday, Son!"

"Thanks, Ma, Pa! Great to see you're already getting used to the video call!"

"Yes, it's quite nice, especially seeing our boy. Oh, you're already out and about?!" Martha asked.

"Yeah, Diana and I are at a music and art festival!"

"Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Kent!"

"Oh, Diana, what have I told you?"

Diana smiled, her heart fluttering. "Hi, Ma and Pa," she corrected.

"That's better!" Martha laughed.

"We just wanted to wish you a Happy Birthday, Son!" Jonathan stated. "We are so proud to be your parents. When we first, ya know…found you, our prayers were answered. There was no doubt about it, you were meant to be our son."

"Thanks, Pa! Really means a lot to me to make you both proud. I'm thankful that you took me in. I wouldn't be where I am today if it weren't for the both of you." Clark looked over to Diana and smiled.

"You have raised a very fine man. I love your son very much!" Diana kissed his cheek.

"Aw! You two are just too sweet and adorable! Thank you, Diana, for keeping him on his toes! We will let you two go to enjoy yourselves!"

"Okay, Ma!"

"We'll catch up again soon! Love you, son!"

"Love you too, Ma, Pa!"

Clark hung up and while placing his phone back into his pocket, he leaned over and kissed Diana softly.

"I love you, too, Diana," he said taking her hand.

"I love you, Kal," she winked, latching onto his arm as they started walking.

---

For almost 5 hours, they enjoyed various performances, art, and samples of unique foods. Listening to a rising star band, Clark wrapped his arms around Diana from behind and kissed the back of her head.

While they were walking around again to the rest of the venues, Clark kept hearing a clicking noise. He knew it was nothing of danger and most likely pictures being taken but it seemed whoever was taking the pictures was getting closer to him and Diana taking their pictures.

Clark looked around and spotted a photographer.

The photographer waved and smiled. Clark waved back albeit a bit hesitant.

"Hm?"

"Darling? What's wrong?"

"Oh, it's nothing really…a photographer was taking our photos."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"Not sure yet."

The photographer walked up to them. "I'm sorry. I was just so amazed by you two. Such a beautiful couple."

"Oh, thank you!" Diana smiled. "I'm Diana."

"My name is Jules," he introduced shaking her hand.

"I'm Clark." He shook Jules' hand.

"As one of the photographers for this event, capturing the natural interactions, I was blown away when I captured you two. I couldn't stop myself." Jules showed them the pictures he had taken.

Clark and Diana were taken aback by the beautiful photos. Their happiness and love was quite evident.

"May I get a few more pictures?"

"Yeah! Sure!" Clark smiled.

"Awesome! Okay! Just keep doing what you were doing. It's like I'm not even here."

Clark and Diana nodded continuing on stopping at tents that caught their eye with more artwork.

Diana took hold of Clark's face kissing him passionately. Clark grinned into the kiss, deepening it and wrapping his arms around her waist.

Jules couldn't stop grinning. "Perfect!"

Breaking their kiss, Clark kissed Diana's forehead making her blush and smile.

"Oh!" Jules hurried and captured the moment. "Wow!" He looked up at them beaming with pride. "These are all just amazing! I can send to send them all to you and would it be alright if I upload this to the event site?"

"Oh yeah, that would be great!"

Jules quickly took out a pen, pad, and business card from his camera bag.

Clark wrote his email address and Jules handed him the card.

"If you need any photography work at an event! I'm your guy!"

"Thanks, man. Really appreciate it!"

"Yes, and thank you so much!"

Jules was captivated by Diana's infectious smile.

"Um…I don't want to be annoying but could I take just one more? With her?"

"Of course!" Clark said immediately kissing Diana's temple before standing back a bit.

"Just as before…natural."

Diana posed and smiled.

"Yep! Perfect!"

Jules showed Clark the photo.

"Man, you're lucky," Jules said.

Clark smiled up at Diana. "Yeah, I am."

When Diana came closer to see the photo herself, Clark intertwined his fingers with hers.

"I'll send these to you asap! Thank you again!"

"No, thank you!" Clark shook Jules's hand again.

"Enjoy the rest of the event!" Jules said as he waved walking away.

"That was fun!"

"Yeah! There's one more show we can see before heading home."

Diana nodded. As they were walking to find an available bench table, Diana saw a venue selling different sweets. She looked at Clark then smiled deviously with a thought in mind.

"Beloved while you find us a seat, I'm going over there to get a few chocolates and any other sweets."

Clark chuckled. "Okay, Di!"

As he was about to give her money she shook her head. "I have my own. It's your day. I can buy for myself."

"Di, I don't-."

She shook her head again. "You can spoil me another day."

"Well try not to buy the entire venue," he joked.

"No promises," she winked.

Clark chuckled watching her.

Diana walked into the venue.

"Why hello!" The owner greeted.

"Hi!"

"We have a deal on assorted bags! Everything individual is in the bags."

"Oh! That's much easier. I'll take one."

"Okay!" She smiled. "And you get a free lollipop in any flavor of your choosing!"

"Thank you!"

Diana walked out of the venue smiling. She instantly spotted Clark sitting on a bench midway from the stage. She smiled wider, her mind racing with devious thoughts.

"Hello, Darling!" She said kissing his cheek as she sat next to him.

Clark smiled and wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her closer. "That was fast!"

"An assortment," she held up the bag. "So technically, I did buy the whole venue anyway," she joked.

Clark kissed the tip of her nose.

"Did you want any?" Diana asked.

Clark shook his head slightly with a smile. "No, I have all my sweets right here already." He leaned farther planting a soft kiss on her neck.

"This was given for free. Mystery flavor." Diana opened the wrapper and put the lollipop on her lips but did not put it in her mouth yet. She stuck out her tongue and licked it. "Mmm…watermelon."

Clark breathed out slowly, shakily. Sometimes Diana's sensuality could just be too much to handle. Here she was, sitting on a bench in public, licking a lollipop. Her tongue was skillfully swirling around it, and she kept alternating between licking and finally putting it in her mouth, sucking the damn thing.

Diana looked up at him, her eyes all innocence and sweetness. She looked so beautiful, innocent, and sensual at the same time, so unaware of what she was doing to Clark. Or was she?

There were just some things that should be kept hidden. But with a raging hard-on sitting in the middle of Clark's lap, it was kind of hard to keep hidden. Diana stuck her tongue out and licked all around the candy ball again.

Was she really not realizing how sexy she looked?

Her tongue swerved around the tip of the candy. She popped the watermelon-flavored treat into her mouth saying 'mmmm' every other five seconds, seriously driving Clark crazy. Oh, yeah she was definitely being a tease on purpose.

Clark's mouth started watering at the sight. He was trying to calm his body down from this sweet and silent torture. He was just falling into his fantasies. It was like everyone had disappeared. He had forgotten about the concert and all his focus was on Diana's sensual tease. He couldn't take his eyes off her, her luscious lips, or her sweet mouth; damn she could probably...

He studied her face once more. The view of her eyes closed as she left tiny, nibbling kisses on the candy ball, burned itself into his memory, making his already painful arousal throb even more ferociously. Diana moaned again, Clark bit his lower lip in an effort to control himself. Every time she moaned it drove him crazy, making his member throb uncontrollably.

Clark couldn't take this oh-so-sweet torture anymore, right when Diana was about to take the treat into her mouth once more Clark grabbed her hand forcing her to look at him.

"Diana?"

"Yes, Love?"

Clark placed her hand where his hardened member was located making her stroke him through his pants.

"Oh…was that a turn-on, Mr. Kent?" Diana leaned closer until she was only centimeters away from his face. She felt heat rush to her cheeks.

That mouth of hers was so captivating that Clark couldn't help but melded their mouths together. His tongue lapped lightly at her lips, already knowing that she would give in all too easily and let him inside. She tasted like watermelon as to be expected. His tongue ferociously ravaged her mouth leaving no corner unattended. They both pulled apart from the breathtaking kiss, needing air.

He smirked. "I knew you were doing that on purpose."

Diana smiled seductively. "I hope you understand now, Kal-El."

His eyebrows raised immediately. "Wait. What?! Really Di?!"

She giggled and nodded. "After the party…"

"Party? What party?"

---

4 hours later: Clark Kent and Diana Prince's Apartment

Diana grinned as she walked into the living room wearing a black V-Cut Mesh Panel Bodycon Cami Dress with a gold waist belt.

"Woah!" Clark breathed standing up with a coy smile. He took Diana's hand spinning her around. "Second thoughts…second thoughts… we might not go anywhere."

Diana laughed softly. "You are being such a naughty man for your birthday, Mr. Kent."

"I can't help myself." He wrapped both arms around her waist pulling her close and kissing her. "Sexy."

"And you are quite handsome, my Love."

Clark wore a baby blue blazer with a white button-down shirt and khaki pants.

"All of our friends are excited to celebrate your birthday, too, Kal. Being such the lovable humble man you are, I know you don't like the recognition but you deserve it."

Clark kissed her all over her face. "Thank you, Diana."

"You don't have to thank me, Love, but…" she grinned. "If you must…I look forward to our own private party after this."

"Diana, if we don't go now, I'm stripping you out of that dress right here."

Diana burst out laughing. She took his hand. "Let's get going."

---

Justice League WatchTower

Clark and Diana could already hear the loud music upon entering the tower.

"Dinah, Victor and Mari are definitely DJ-ing."

Diana giggled. "You know it!"

They walked hand and hand to the lounge area. As the doors slid open, confetti was everywhere.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CLARK!"

He laughed. "Thanks, guys!"

"So how are you feeling? Any older already?" Barry Allen asked.

"Ask again tomorrow, maybe."

"As I told him earlier this morning, he is just wiser," Diana kissed Clark's cheek.

"Okay…none of that right now! I'm sure you two have done a lot already," Hal Jordan scuffed.

"Don't be stupid," Bruce warned suddenly behind him making him jump.

"Stop being creepy!" Hal narrowed his eyes at Bruce.

Barry slapped Hal in the back of his head.

Bruce shook Clark's hand.

"I'm surprised you're here instead of Gotham."

"I'm always on watch. But Dick, Jason, Tim, and Barbra should have it all under control. Why would I miss your birthday?"

Clark and Diana looked at him surprised.

"We all were surprised, too, really," Dinah said nudging Bruce. "Anyway! Come on! Come on! Now the party can really get started!"

Two hours of mingling, dancing, laughing, drinking, and eating passed by fast.

Diana was talking with the girls for a moment while Clark and Bruce talked.

"So what did you get him, Diana?"

"Oh, well, I had been hinting to him for months if he wanted anything specific and his answer would always be us spending time together. So I had a robe handmade from Themyscira and gave him the gift of...time," she blushed.

The girls frowned confused.

"Time?" Zatanna questioned.

"Oh wait….? Time as in…?" Mari said.

Diana smiled and nodded.

"Oh!" They squealed.

"What did you do?!"

Diana blushed more. "He came home last night to candles, a nice dinner, and a bath."

"And I take it you were both?" Mera asked giggling.

"Yes," Diana laughed. "We had an incredible night and morning."

"We sure did!" Clark grinned cockily coming up behind Diana and wrapping his arms around her. He kissed her cheek. "I hope you ladies don't mind if a borrow Diana for a moment."

"Well at least this is a new record for you two to have stayed longer than 2 hours without going off alone," Dinah stated with a smirk.

"Your gift opening is in about 20 or 30 minutes."

"Got it, Zee," Clark assured as he took Diana's hand.

"They are just so adorable!" Mera gushed. "I think it's only a matter of time before they take the next step. Arthur said Clark had been asking for marriage advice."

"Or the way they are having the Tower shaking every time they go off alone, we'll become aunts."

---

Clark and Diana turned to a secluded dark hallway where the surveillance camera couldn't spot them. Clark pressed as much of his body against hers as possible. He was undoubtedly the most incredible man that Diana had ever laid eyes on, and he was hers.

His heart drummed at Diana's chest as he began to harden against her, drawing her hips into his.

Diana leveled her mouth to his; making sure her lips lingered just close enough to his for him to feel her shallow breath. He slid a hand up her thigh, beneath the hem of her dress.

"Kal, we have to get back for you to open your gifts."

"I got my most important gift right here though." He snaked his hand higher, stopping just short of touching Diana's thong.

Diana smirked reaching out and grabbing the waistband of Clark's pants, popping open the button, intent on getting her hand in there. She tugged down the zipper just as Clark's hand slipped between her legs, rubbing her through her lacy black thong. She couldn't hold back a moan, pausing her efforts for a moment to just enjoy the feeling of strong muscled fingers under her dress.

With her left hand, Diana started to slowly stroke him.

With her right, she grabbed him by the back of the neck and crushed their lips together in a bruising, sloppy kiss as Clark's fingers started to move inside her.

A shiver of exhibitionistic excitement shot up Clark's spine. A smile comes to Diana's lips, a devilish look in her eyes.

"You know we should've waited."

Clark shook his head and groaned. "No way…"

He closed his eyes to savor the feelings of daring excitement rushing into his member. A rush of startled adrenaline courses through his veins. She'd get him to the brink, his member throbbed in her hand, essence oozing from the head. Diana held still as it rolled off the crown of his member and down her fingers. Once he relaxed, she resumed her stroking.

Diana felt Clark pulling her thong.

"Be careful," Diana warned, but she was silenced by the forceful kiss, surrendering her mouth to Clark's demanding tongue as he thrust his fingers inside Diana deeper, harder, and faster until Diana was bucking her hips and moaning. Moaning into Clark's mouth, actually, which muffled the sound in the air around them, but not in Clark's ears. It rocked his senses even more.

Something about her moaning for Clark made his blood boil. He knew what to do. Like dancers hitting their marks, their bodies shifted in the same familiar way they always did. One arm wrapped around her cocked leg and the other curved its fingers and buried deeper inside of her.

Diana teased, gliding her tongue delicately along his lips. Her eyes glazed with desire.

---

Back in the lounge

"They've been gone for almost 10 minutes now," Zatanna said.

"Yeah, well I'm definitely not going to go look for them." Mari shook her head.

"Oh yeah!" Dinah laughed. "That training room doesn't look the same to me at all. I mean I didn't completely catch them but it was enough for my mind to go there."

Mera giggled. "We witnessed these two denying their feelings for each other for so long. Let them have their fun."

---

Diana screamed, and Clark muffled her mouth with his, thrusting his fingers into her rapidly. He felt her body squirm and lose the ability to stand up, so he put more pressure on her and kept her pinned. He let her mouth go and in between her gasps, she managed to hear him spurring her on.

Diana cried out she clenched around Clark's strong fingers.

"Gods, Kal!" she yelled, her knees buckling as a wave of pleasure tore through her.

An onslaught of liquid splashed against Clark's hand Diana fisted the hair at the back of Clark's head.

Clark lifted her hips towards him, hooking her legs around his waist. With Diana pressed against this wall, she looked so damn hot. Clark smirked pulling her thong to the side a little too roughly purposely ripping it.

Diana gasped.

"Don't worry, we can go for a quick change."

"You've ripped all the ones I've had here. I haven't had time to replace them."

"We'll just try not to bend over or anything when we get back," he winked and smirked wickedly.

Diana narrowed her eyes. "You really expect me to-"

He silenced her once more kissing her deeply. Clark was her anchor and drove her wild. He had one hand supporting her ass as the other pressed her hips against the wall. His hot hard shaft rubbed tantalizingly against her slick entrance, so very close to sweet bliss, yet he held back for a moment, torturing her.

Diana's whimpers and moans became louder, pleading with him to take his pleasure, to feed the raging fire within them both. And he granted her pleas. She felt the head of his member, pressing against her snug entrance, the delicious pressure washing through her, her voice lost as he plunged inside her.

"Oh, Gods!"

Diana's muscles instantly gripped him, as he began to move inside her, thrusting, surging in and out. Filling her oh so completely, then pulling back. Diana rode the thrusts, thighs quivering against his waist, pulling him tightly against her. Oh, this was so perfect, so wonderful, buried deep inside her. It's a wild rush of sensation, making her moan and pant, begging for more, never wanting him to stop.

Her moans, cries, and panting against his neck, only spurred him onward. His chest pressed tightly against hers. Again and again and again, he rose up into her, forcefully, possessively, rapidly in and slowly out, hard with each powerful thrust, each lunge causing him to brush against her cervix.

A hungry cry burst from her lips as the wall forces him even deeper inside her. She was panting as her hips work against his, hands fisting in his hair, inner muscles squeezing his length with astounding strength.

He thrusts strongly, deeply into her. Once. Twice. Thrice as she screamed his name.

Clark kissed her with a fierce passion. His thrusts became more frenzied, more demanding, pushing her over the edge. His thrusting caused her head to rhythmically bang against the wall. Thrust after thrust, her body shuffled farther up the wall.

Whether they were enjoying a slow, passionate, or a hard, rough, lovemaking, it was not just the act itself that enthralled them. It was the consummation of their ever-growing love. It was the fullness, the feeling of being rendered complete, whole, every time he embedded himself deep inside her, sheathing himself, surrounding himself with Diana's love and their desire and their lust for each other. It was the hot love running down Diana's legs, all over Clark's manhood, over his balls, and down onto his thighs, and, adding a scent of the forbidden to the darkened hall.

Just as fiercely as he plundered her body, Diana continued to clutch at his powerful shoulders. Clark's face pressed into Diana's neck, his breaths were hot, hard, heavy, just like his sex.

The only sounds Clark made were those of his breathing, and perhaps, a soft groan. However, Diana had no inhibitions. She could let herself go, not feeling hindered by what society claimed was polite or dainty or dignified for a woman to do or say or wear or hear or see. In an instant, her entire being was consumed by what was without question the best, most powerful climax of her life.

Diana screamed, loud and long, wailing and sobbing without shame, her body basking in the ultimate feminine pleasure yet pleading for more. And, perhaps because he knew no one could hear them over the loud music all over the tower, he roared with each forceful thrust into her body, even as he moved even faster up into her, no longer merely brushing into her cervix.

With a scream, muffled by the wild melding of their mouths, Diana felt the waves of desire crash over the edge, plummeting her into a world of orgasmic bliss. Trapped as she was against the wall and Clark's demanding body, Diana bucked and writhed against him, her inner muscles milking his shaft with a wild frenzy of lust. Sweet nectar coats his length, and she felt him shudder. His own hot release yet again licked at the heels of Diana's own, his shaft throbbing oh so perfectly inside her hungry sex.

They sang a raucous, primal duet until, suddenly, Clark stilled himself, pressed snugly against her cervix, trembling violently. As his love exploded again within her body, their voices continued to sing. They completely fused together as one single solid entity.

Their vision blurred with the heady moment, body trembling and growing limp as they both slowly come down from the heights of ecstasy. Once their orgasms subsided, Clark slipped out of her. They both looked at each other with warm deliciously satisfied smiles.

Clark kissed her forehead and then her lips softly before letting her down.

Diana straightened her dress. Clark tucked himself back in his pants. Diana smiled helping him zip and button his pants back up.

"I still can't believe you tore my only pair of underwear."

"I'm sorry." He kissed her neck.

"No, you aren't." Diana raised her brow.

Clark chuckled picking up her thong and putting it in his jacket pocket.

---

15 minutes later…

Clark and Diana walked back into the lounge.

"Finally! You two suppose to be enjoying the party!"

"We just needed to take care of something." Clark rubbed his hands together. "Ready for the gift opening!"

Another hour had passed of Clark opening gifts from the league and Clark blowing out the candles of the cake and mingling more. All the while, however, Diana tried to remain calm and collected not being able to sit properly if at all because her short dress threatened to expose her sex. She attempted to anyway but quickly stood only being noticed by Clark who had this cocky grin knowing what he'd done and he was proud.

Soon, much to Diana's relief, the party was over. Most of the league stayed in their tower quarters for the night knowing they were too drunk to get home back on earth.

"You guys aren't staying?" Dinah asked Clark and Diana as she and Ollie were holding each other up.

"That was one hell of a party!" Hal took one more shot.

"Happy Birthday, Clark. I need to get back to Gotham."

"I thought you said-" Clark quirked his brow.

Diana giggled. "A certain cat woman we presume?"

"I got word she planned a heist."

"Where?"

"Wayne Manor."

"Heh…" Clark nodded. "Got it. Well, we will be off for some seclusion in the fortress."

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30 minutes later: Fortress of Solitude

Diana had barely said a word during their flight. Even with Clark making jokes about the party. He couldn't tell whether she was tired or angry with him because of her underwear.

Clark sighed walking backward in front of her.

"I know that wasn't the best flight, Di. I'm sorry. I promise to replace every piece of- WOAH?!"

Diana pushed him down to the floor.

He was totally caught off guard by his Goddess's change in demeanor. There was something new in her. He wasn't sure how to place it, but whatever it was, it was sexy as hell.

Diana squatted over Clark's face, her increasingly wet womanhood just an inch or so from his mouth. He could feel the heat and smell the sweet scent emanating from her.

He tried to speak. "Diana, I..."

She cut him off. "Don't say a word."

Diana lowered herself, even more, dropping to her knees, over Clark's face, until she felt his mouth pressed up against her soaked hotness. She searched for something to grab onto. She settled leaning back a bit, placing both hands on his thighs as she slowly moved her hips up and down and back and forth. This level of control was exciting and made her feel so hot, evidenced by just how wet she had become.

His tongue lapped at Diana's soaking womanhood. He savored the taste and moaned out and Diana responded with a low, soft moan of her own. Clark reached up to grab Diana's ass. But still resigned himself to allow her to ride his face and use his mouth as she saw fit. Diana was totally in control and loved it.

She was amazed at how sexy this was as she straddled her man's face and ground her womanhood in his mouth. The weight of her body was now fully pressed onto Clark. His tongue felt twice as firm as she bucked her hips back and forth.

She knew she was close to the edge and picked up the pace of her movements and strengthened her grip now one hand pulling his hair. Her breathy moans were accelerating and she could feel her skin tingling in anticipation of her impending orgasm.

"Oh, Gods! Yes. Yes. Yes."

Diana let out one last, long breathy moan as ecstasy poured over her body. She bucked uncontrollably on Clark's face as her orgasm pulsed through her sending a flood of juices onto him.

Diana dismounted and rolled next to him. Sensing how awe-struck he was, she placed her arm across his chest.

"This is just the beginning, Beloved," she said firmly. "I need to get changed."

She got up off the floor and walked away, face flushed red, legs soaked.

Clark was left on the floor, covered in his Diana's juice aroused, and rock hard. Before he could get up and chase after her, she peaked from around the corner.

"Stay there, Love. I will let you know when you can enter. No peeking," she smiled seductively and winked.

---

15 minutes later…

Diana put on her heels and stood up, walking over to stare at herself in the mirror. She still couldn't believe she was about to do this. For 2 months straight she had been preparing for this.

She knew in her mind she was Clark's personal Goddess of Pleasure but she wanted to solidify that tonight with Clark. Clark had given her pleasure in so many ways, only thinking of her, always telling her his pleasure was giving to her but it was only fair for him to receive from her

Diana tilted her head still looking at herself in the mirror. She ran her hands down her own body to her center, letting out a soft moan. She couldn't help but smile to herself as she closed her eyes and whispered in a sultry tone, "Beloved."

Clark was right behind her within milliseconds.

When Diana opened her eyes, their eyes locked in the mirror. Diana smiled seductively seeing Clark immediately starting to salivate staring at her gold lingerie that she had handmade by her sisters. The glittering gold against her sun kissed skin was immaculate.

He reached out, his hands slowly running down her curvaceous sides.

"You look incredible, Diana."

"Thank you, Beloved."

"I really don't want to take this off you though."

Diana laughed softly. "You won't. At least not for this first part of your birthday present."

Diana turned to face him. The look of enthusiasm and desire filled her eyes. In that instant, Clark forgot how to breathe for some time.

"Gods, I've been thinking of this for so long…"

Diana's luscious lips met his, her tongue slipping past his lips to delve into his mouth. God she tasted good, Clark held her face in his hands and kissed her deeper. Their tongues danced while she rubbed her fingertips along the front of his pants.

They explore every crevice of each other's mouths with their tongues while Diana caressed Clark's back through his clothes. They remained in delicious tongue sucking kisses for several minutes before Diana broke their away.

"Take off your jacket," she commanded.

Clark immediately did as told tossing it.

Diana smiled, slowly undressing him, unbuttoning his shirt, kissing down his neck and collar bone. As she peeled his shirt, she started to trail kisses to his chest, running her tongue over his nipples and across his abs, Diana kept planting kisses and licking his ribs. She worked her way down his stomach kissing and nibbling the whole way. This just made her even more dripping wet because she had the control. She worked her way down to her knees so that her mouth was right at his manhood. She planted a light kiss just before his happy trail started, causing him to flinch, which also caused his manhood twitch in its confines. She gently ran her fingers over his body, causing chill bumps to rise. She knew that this made him want to jump out of his skin and she did it for just that reason.

She undid his belt and then his pants, lowering the zipper and drops to her knees. Diana tugged his pants down further until he stepped out of them, leaving him standing in front of her, the shape of his member shown through the light material of his boxers.

Diana looked up at him and caught the smirk on his face as he recognised the hunger in her eyes, instinctively knowing what she was craving. She parted his legs by gently rubbing her hands up his inner thighs and played with his manhood through his boxer, squeezing the thickening bulge.

Diana's breath caught in her throat with desperate want at the sight of his thick member. Her center was wet with the feeling of submission that overtook her, knowing that she was about to taste his member. She recognised the same dark hunger in him that she felt coursing through her body.

She put her mouth on the outside of his boxers and let him feel her warm hot breath, licking and kissing him through the material. She slowly pulled down his boxers, his manhood immediately popped out hitting her cheek. She giggled. He pulsed as her warm breath tickled him. She maintained intense eye contact, taking him in her hand, she jerked his hardness.

"You really want to do this, Di?"

"Yes, Love. Let me give to you what I've wanted to for so long. Do you not want me to?"

"Oh, God, yes!" he said a little too quickly. He laughed abruptly. "I mean, yes…" he said a bit calmer. "I want this…most definitely. I just never…done this before. I just want to make sure you're okay with this?"

Diana smiled at him cheekily and nodded. "I'm more than okay with this, especially with us experiencing this for the first time together. This is your special day. You are my man and this is another gift to you."

"I love you, Diana."

"I love you, too, Kal-El. Now let me show you just how much."

Clark smiled and nodded, cupping her cheek. He bent down and kissed her deeply.

Pulling away from their kiss, Clark straightened back up but kept eye contact with Diana. Diana placed more light kisses, spending extra time touching and kissing the area around the pubic region.

With the tips of her fingers she rubbed the head and smiled up at me again with promises. She moved forward, raising to a heightened kneeling position, her hands running up the sides and back of Clark's thighs, feeling his muscles under her touch. Her hands reaching his hips, they raised to his lower back, firmly massaging. Diana's attention focused solely on the object of her desire in front of her, aware that her core was dripping with want.

Diana moaned softly. A deep blush rose on her cheeks. She tried to read his expression. It could have been encouraging, disbelieving, anything. Clark smiled at her and nodded. Diana leaned to taste him with a sweetly salacious smile.

She then took his large pulsating manhood between her lips. She could hear the catch in his breath and knew she had him right where she wanted him. She then just licked the head with the tip of her tongue, very gently and slowly as she looked up at him to make sure he was watching.

Diana's tongue swirled its way around his member, flicking against the tip of his member. His muscles tightening around his thickness as her tongue reached out along the base and then reached to lick his balls. She heard a moan escape his mouth the first time she did this and smirked to herself.

Light, hot, focused breath on different parts of him and licking all the way from his balls to just before his head. She focused more on his sensitive underside. Getting his moans and ragged breath as her gifts for every stroke of her tongue. Then she started her tongue game on the head, giving him killer eye contact. She was in charge here and Clark was under her mercy, establishing supreme dominance.

She took her time to savor his smell and taste and feel everything to the fullest of this new intimacy. She kissed and sucked just half of his member. Then firmly massaged his balls. Taking him deep in her mouth as much as she could and massaged it with her tongue. Her hands grasped his ass, pulling him to her, wanting to feel him as deep down her throat as she could. Clark melted in his Goddess's mouth.

Diana found her first rhythm. Her hands moving to his manhood, one hand firmly wrapped around the base of his shaft, she lifted her mouth and licked the length of him, relishing the taste that had long been forbidden, that had been the subject of many fantasies.

It was a particular pleasure, when Clark's fingers tangled in her hair, gently guiding her as she swallowed his length, soft moans and gasps escaping her mouth as she lost herself in the pure pleasure she was getting from giving him pleasure.

She continued stroking him slowly with her right hand and then both hands, licking around the edges of the head, making it swell. Diana swirled the head with her tongue and then took it in her mouth, and then engulfs the rest of him again. She went to a bobbing motion, while stroking him in a twisted fashion with her hand.

Diana accelerated her licking, sucking and head bobbing, stopping to lick on the frenulum, and then across the head. She took his balls in her other hand again and squeezed them slightly as she continued with her sectorial. Swallowing as much of him as she could she picked up her rhythm. Loving the way he was watching her and hearing his groans. She felt him start to quiver and knew that it would not take much, so she slowed her rhythm, not wanting it to be over yet. Right as he thought she was going to let him recover and get his bearings back, she took as much as she could of him in her mouth and sucked hard and rubbed him faster. Clark threw his head back when he felt her moaning.

Finally she let him fall out of her mouth and she looked straight at him as she stroked that sweet spot just underneath the crown ever so gently, and Clark felt the heat rising more and more and his knees buckle for a moment. Diana licked the underside of his head with the flat of her tongue. Clark looked down at her, with those sexy cerulean blue eyes staring back him nearly shot his load then and there.

Diana slowly stood up and licked her lips still sticky from his taste. Her eyes are hungry and roamed his delicious body.

"Hera, You look so ruggedly hot," she commented on his breathing form.

Clark smirked noticing her checking him out.

"You do like teasing me, don't you?" he asked a little hesitantly.

"You do, too. Just looking at you makes me hot."

"How hot?" he asked.

Diana answered by wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him close for a seductive kiss. Clark moaned in her mouth as his hands ran over her back.

She stepped closer to his body, rubbing her breasts against his chest. She pressed her hips into his erection teasing its life.

Clark broke the kiss and gave her a sly smile.

"Diana, being here with you like this is a fantasy of mine. I can't believe what just happened."

She leaned forward and nipped at his ear, "I'm not even close to being done with you."

Clark let out a moan. His eyes narrow on Diana's lips. Those wonderful lips of Wonder Woman. He took possession of her mouth again as she grabbed his tight naked ass and ground it against his hard shaft.

"I'm addicted to you, Diana.

"Mmhhh…the feeling is mutual. And…well, I am about to feed the addiction even more."

She trailed her lips down his neck and pressed a kiss to his racing pulse. Then her lips moved down his chest to playfully suck on his nipples before she goes back to her knees again before him.

Clark groaned when she licked a bead of shining liquid from his member.

"I can't wait to taste you more."

She slid up and pushed him to sit on the reclining sofa he had in the room. Clark sat on the cushion, and Diana held her unwavering gaze as her lips turned into a wicked grin.

"I want to make your birthday very…very special and memorable. I snuck into Eros' library and prepared for this moment. So relax and enjoy what you are about to experience more of."

She sunk down to the floor between his knees. Clark stared at her wide-eyed, tensing with more excitement and his manhood gives a happy bob before her face.

She grasped his member lightly and glanced up at him coyly beneath her eyelashes before wrapping him around the base and pumping slowly.

"Don't think, my Love. Just feel me. I am going to blow your mind."

"Diana, you have no idea how badly I want this."

He wanted those luscious lips on him again more than he wanted to take his next breath. She ran her hand down his length and gently cupped his balls.

Clark hissed as he pushed his hips into her hands.

"More, Diana. I love the way you make me feel."

"We have all the time in the world to really show each other how we feel." She brought the tip of her lips and gives a light, teasing kiss. "Clark, I am going to take care of you and while I work my magic, I want to hear you." Her voice is sharp and commanding.

Whatever he was about to say was lost in a long, deep sigh as she closed her mouth around him. She moaned at the taste of him, at the warmth and velvety softness of his skin, at the smell of him. She pulled him out and nuzzled her cheek against his length and balls, wanting his scent all over her, marking her as his.

"I am going to show just how much I want you." She kissed him and her tongue followed the thick veins coursing the length of him, licking him up and down.

"I want to savor this very delicious moment with you."

She heard his teeth grind. She was savoring the moment, she teased his shaft, licking up the side of him feverishly and wrapping her lips around his head, then lifting off, teasing over the head and never fully submerging.

"More Diana. You are killing me." His voice was husky and rough.

She pulled her head up, "I believe that's the point, Sweetheart."

She squeezed her hand on him in response and started to tease him again. She opened her mouth and worked him into her mouth inch by inch, tugging with one hand, pumping with the other, exploring the texture and ridges with her tongue.

It's clear that nothing in Eros's book justified the real scenario.

"I like having the most powerful man in the universe at my mercy."

She further slid down onto him gauging how much of him she could take right away.

"Diana…" He called her name like a prayer and she committed herself to the intimidating task of making his first time unforgettable.

She finally took him fully into her mouth sucking him deep down her throat and ran her tongue down the base loving the smooth feel of him against her lips.

Another low rough groan fell from his lips and he laced his fingers through her hair and grabbed a hold of her head and slowly pushed her head onto him more.

Diana pushed her own head up and down into his lap, at its lowest point so his member was repeatedly rubbing against the back of her throat.

Clark's breath quickened and he gazed down to see her beautiful long flowing raven hair slowly swaying in rhythm with her mouth. He felt himself getting harder at the sight of his member sliding in and out of her mouth. Seeing her kneeling in front of him sucking him was almost too much for him to take and he groaned out louder.

"Good God, Diana!"

Those soft, little encouragements he gave her were something she'll cherish and made her want to hear every last dirty word from him.

She brought her throat back up and pushed down on him again, opening her throat, so his shaft goes deeper.

She sighed with satisfaction, and the vibration of her throat drew a delicious sound of pleasure from him.

"Are you okay?" she asked him.

"Am I okay? Diana, I didn't even know if I am alive right now," he confessed, and her eyes flashed to his.

She was so proud that the tone of his voice, the fierce look on his face, the breathing pattern of his body, his fingers curling into fists. All of it was her making.

His eyes were still dark on hers.

"Happy Birthday, Clark," she said licking his shaft one more time fully.

"I'm pretty sure I am experiencing life in a way I never have before," he whispered, deep and lost somewhere in her tongue moving gently over the swelling head of his member.

Diana giggled. "I want to feel...everything of you, Clark." Diana continued to lavish his member, licking every drop sensually, languidly.

She sucked him with renewed intensity, relishing the feel of him in her mouth making him gasp

His hands were clenched tighter into fists. Every second she grew more powerful. Sexier.

He'd never experienced anything like the exquisite sensation of Diana's talented tongue sliding over him, tasting him with an erotic pleasure that was about to make the top of his head explode. She sucked and glided, twirled, and tugged, Clark thought he was losing his mind. Sweat beaded on his forehead, dripping slowly down his face. Blood pounded through his ears, the swooshing noise of his heartbeat deafening him. All he could do was feel.

"Just like that, Diana," Hearing his excitement tingled through her and it urged her on the attention she was giving him.

She sucked him with long drawing pulls and cupped the heavy weight of his testicles as she bobbed up and down on him, swirling her tongue across his taut silky skin.

Clark grunted with pleasure and watched her devour his member with obvious enjoyment. Her eyes opened, her look scorching as their gazes met and locked.

She took as much of him in her mouth as she could. Her lips formed a tight ring, hand squeezing the base as his pelvis thrust involuntarily - hitting the back of her throat. Diana found a steady rhythm again, moving her hand and mouth in sync with each other.

Her pace quickened as his hips buck into her mouth. Diana slowed her sucking and tried to pull her mouth from him, but Clark grabbed her head and held her there. He started to thrust into her mouth, pounding his member harder and faster into her willing and waiting mouth.

"Oh shi-...Damn, Diana!"

As he felt her grip tighten on his member, he knew it was time and he came for her. It felt like gallons but she did not miss a drop. Diana locked her lips around him tighter and sucked and sucked and sucked. She continued to suck him off as if she could not get enough of him. She was moaning even though her mouth was full he could tell she was satisfied.

"Mmmmm…."

More and more still shot into her mouth and she swallowed all of it. Diana looked up at him smiling with unfocused eyes. Clearly, she was still enraptured with swallowing essence.

Pulling back, she looked at the bright red flesh that glistened with moisture from her mouth and his mess, and she felt strangely proud of that.

"Mine," she whispered.

"Yours," he vowed roughly, his eyes hooded and hot.

"Every inch of you." She moved lower, her tongue rimmed the seam of his balls.

The urge to satisfy him hadn't gone away. It probably never would.

"You're driving me mad."

The armrest creaked beneath his hand. Clark's rational self was vanishing as if it had never been there.

Diana reached her free hand up and circled her fingers through her hair spilling around his thighs and navel and offered it to him, "Show me how you want me to do it?"

He didn't know what she said, but he nodded nevertheless.

"God, you look so pretty," he whispered.

Everything he was, everything he would ever be—at this moment and beyond—was hers.

His fingers stayed twisted in her hair, but he didn't tighten his grip.

"That's what you want, Di?" he eventually asked.

"I want to make you feel so good…," She planted a kiss on his member, "as you do me." She thought of how he'd lick and taste and kiss her, loving every second of it.

Diana fisted him in her hands tightly, moving her fingers from base to tip rapidly in a few pumping moves.

His gaze fell to her mouth. "Di, lick slowly."

She pressed her tongue flat to his shaft and dragged up the underside of his length, along the thick vein, and slowly over the tightness of the crown.

His fingers tightened in her hair and he groaned out loud when she ran her tongue all the way up to his shaft to the top again and again at a torturously slow pace.

He tried hard to keep his eyes on her, Diana was so beautiful, on her knees, and licking him like a lollipop.

She slurped up the mess he made, her tongue licking away the pearlescent moisture at its winking slit. She enjoyed tonguing him slowly, licking against his frenulum in a continuous movement making him see stars

"I want…to feel your…tongue on my…God, Diana," he murmured.

She kissed his balls, whispering, "So specific," with a giggle.

Diana angled her head to take one into her mouth. With him in hand, continuing to pump his length precisely as she gave his delicate balls her wet, eager attention by mouthing one at a time.

His thighs started to shake on either side of her ears.

"So damn good, Diana. Please put me between your lips"

Her answer was to keep her eyes on his, she dipped her head slowly, opening her swollen, pillowy lips around the thick, weeping crown of him.

And then she began to suck.

Lightly at first, languid and leisurely, as if she was savoring the sweetest fruit and wanted it to last. She moaned with pleasure around his sex, swirling her tongue just under the head where he was most sensitive.

With a guttural sound, he fisted the hair at the back of her head and started a soft pound. His hips bucked, filling her mouth with him.

Diana moaned at the movement, and his hips jerked when her teeth bit down gently. He hissed out a breath and her eyes flicked him.

She popped him out a few seconds later and gave him a wink.

Clark stood up from the cushion and stood tall in front of her and tried hard to hide the butterflies he had in his stomach.

His fingers tangled in her hair and Diana opened her mouth again, letting him feed her his member.

He thrust shallowly at first, pumping in and out of her mouth, stopping when he got halfway.

The vision of her from the mirror ahead almost sent him past the breaking point. The little strip of material separated two perfect ass cheeks. Ripe and taut. The light from the crystal ceiling illuminated her eyes, lips plumped from sucking him, hair gathered around in his hand, she was a goddess.

Diana could sense him trying to be easy, pushing himself into her mouth.

His thighs crowded either side of her face, half of his smooth bulk buried in her mouth. He rolled his hips back, bringing all but the tip of his arousal out of her mouth, before pumping back in slowly, deeply, her lips stretching around his flesh

More. Diana wanted more. The texture of him, the feel of him swelling larger defied her fantasies.

She saw the underlying concern in Clark's gaze and nodded, nuzzling her cheek in the fine hair on his thighs. Encouraging him to thrust into her mouth again.

Wanting to touch all of him at once, she reached between his legs and cupped his balls, massaging them in her palm. He growled once and gave a tight thrust to the back of her throat as he grasped her head to his lap.

For a brief, blinding moment, he lost track of everything. His body felt depleted and whole at the same time.

"Oh …Diana," he cries out and she looked up to see his head fall back, his mouth open, face contorted in pleasure.

She smiled around him, wrapping her lips around it, and took him further in.

Clark tugged on her hair, holding her in place. His other hand then slips around the back of her head as he started pushing her face forward, in time with the pumps of his hips.

"Perfect," he exhaled and guided her mouth over his twitching manhood.

Things got messier pretty fast. Very wet and slippery, and Clark started pumping his hips into her face, harder and harder.

All Diana could do was relax her jaw and let him thrust in and out of her mouth. Clark felt her tongue sliding on the underside of his member, from the base all the way up to the head.

The more his fist tightened in her hair, the more she took of him, letting him invade her throat.

She clawed at his thighs and awaited every thrust of his length like it were her dying breath.

Clark carefully pumped into her mouth, watching closely for any sign she wanted him to stop, but her whimpering noises she made told him she was enjoying this as much as he was. That echoed in his head and battered his skull. His movements grew jerky, his pumping hips pushing him deeper until he couldn't go any further. As he gripped her hair tighter and her mouth tightened around him, he bucked up harder as her hand squeezed his balls and he grunted heavily as he hit the back of her throat.

The deep breath through her nose tickled his skin, he could hear himself begging her to go faster.

She sucked hard and rolled her tongue all the while he continued to ram through her lips.

He was bottoming out in her throat, making her gag.

But this felt...intimate. She felt close to him. She found him sexier, his stomach was taut with tension, and the way he moved his hips while he continued to slide between her wet lips.

The rhythm she had, her mouth and hand working in unison, twisting and twirling, and he pulled her hair back over her shoulders, watching her taking him all the way to the back of her throat and feeling him glide deeper.

Keeping his grip on her hair, one hand left her hair to cup her jaw "Are you still enjoying this?" he asked, the words deep and ragged.

She pulled away, eyes traveling over every inch of his face, "Yes. Are you?"

Silence. She felt him. She felt the world around him. At that moment, she knew that they were the very center of his universe, just the two of them

Clark stroked her cheek. "...much more than I deserve."

His eyes shone brightly and projected the simple fact that he cared about her the whole act and his face radiated a Zen-like peace.

With that, Diana moved forward and licked delicately at his swollen hot flesh which was lubricated by her saliva and his fluids, probing at his slit with the tip of her tongue.

"Let's get your lovely peach to the bed." A gravelly tone escaped Clark's lips.

Diana let him drop from her lips as she looked up at him. She stood up and turned to go over to the bed. Clark smirked eyeing her ass and couldn't help but give her a slap.

As Diana sexily crawled onto the bed, Clark gave her ass another slap. Diana giggled and turned on the edge of the bed to face him on all fours, while Clark remained standing.

"I guess I better get back to work. Because you deserve much more," Diana said to him taking him back into her mouth and starting to suck him.

Clark slowly started to thrust and loses himself in her mouth. But then he shifted out of her grasp and angled his head to the side.

"Kal?"

"Just trying to figure out what to do with you next."

"This is your Birthday, Clark….Beloved. You can do anything you want with me."

She tried to reach for his member again.

"Di, wait," he stopped her.

All his life, it was never about him.

Diana stared at him with an open mouth for long moments before sitting up on her knees with a look of confusion and disappointment.

"No. No, I want all of this with you," he gritted out. "Come here." he breathed.

He pulled her to him and kissed her. He didn't have a choice. His mouth was drawn back to hers with such intensity, he wondered how he'd ever walk through in life without this intimate make-out session with her.

He grazed her chin softly. "If you're going to do this, Diana, I want to see all of you while you're doing it."

"Oh…" Diana blushed happily surprised.

Clark moved her softly so that she is lying on her back with her neck angled over the edge of the bed.

"Do you trust me?" he asked

She looked at him upside down from her position on the bed with half-lidded eyelids.

"You know I do."

Diana splayed her hands on his balls and pulled.

"You gorgeous tease. You know how to own me, Diana," he said as she was flickering her tongue against his balls. "But I want to own you right now."

"I don't understand, Cla—"

He leaned over and gave her a backward kiss, their faces in opposing positions before he straightens up so that her lips are met with every long inch of him.

She opened her mouth and he pushed himself in. A slide of her tongue around his crown. A sheathing of her teeth as he stretches her lips.

He pulled out, "Tell me to stop if it hurts."

She replied with suction of her lips around his girth as she lifted her hand holding the base of his shaft.

"Diana," he groaned. He slowly began to move his hips so that his member slid in and out of her mouth while she suctioned around him. "That feels incredible."

He was measured in his movements. His restraint was noticeable in the tensing of his thigh where Diana's other hand rested. But Clark slowly worked his length in and out of her mouth, each slide in a little bit farther than the one before.

"I can see when I hit your throat," he managed through clenched teeth, his chest heaving. "Say yes, Di. Say yes and I'll fill you full." He pushed into the depths of her mouth.

He palmed her breasts and as he pushed, hitting the back of her throat repeatedly. The groans he made, the ones that rumble around the room as she sucked tightly around him, only served to make her want more of him.

"Yes," she tried to say around his member as she moved her hand from his thigh to snake it down between her thighs, the ache growing so intense she needed to help ease it.

Diana lost track of time while she was so wrapped up in this pleasure. She made herself climax with her own fingers but Clark kept using her mouth so she kept rubbing her clit and came again.

Keeping her mouth locked around him, Diana worshipped Clark. His stance was so wide, however, that it left her core spread open for him to see, the golden thong stretching over her treasure, unable to cover all of it. Clark had no choice but to yank down the waistband of her thong and furiously touch her. Clark had no choice but to savor this moment.

Diana's suction was too fierce, too consuming. She challenged, he taunted, they didn't hold back a single thing.

Soon, Diana could feel the throbbing under her tongue. Just a slight pulsing. Then Clark paused, pushing deep in her throat making her gag before thrusting even harder into her mouth. Diana leaned into it, pushing the head as deep as it would go. She didn't want to miss a drop as he shot his essence deep inside of her. Even if it wasn't her womanhood.

When he stopped thrusting, Diana left her mouth wrapped around him, not licking or sucking, just holding him in her mouth. Those last few drops oozed out into her mouth and she savored the taste of them.

After Clark caught his breath, he gently glided his fingers over her center. A soft gasp escaped Diana's lips. He began lightly stroking her sensitive nub, causing a moan deep in her throat.

"That's it," he growled, his member driving into her mouth, gently thrusting down her throat again.

The erotic pleasure Diana took from swallowing this man, combined with his fingers' swift stimulation of her clit, was enough to push her to the edge of orgasm, and the taste of him sent her tumbling down, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her body.

Clark eased out of her mouth with a groan. He looked down at her with a satisfied grin.

"I'm not done with you, you know?"

Diana smiled in smug satisfaction. "I didn't expect you to be."

She sat up and turned to face him sitting on her knees. She slowly took off her golden lingerie leaving her beautifully naked before him.

Clark ran his thumb down her cheek to under her chin, raising her lips to his. He kissed her deeply, tongue mingling with hers, tasting himself. He wrapped one arm around her lifting her up for Diana to adjust her legs wrapping them around him. Clark climbed on top of the bed moving up the center and laid Diana down on her back. He broke their kiss and sat up. He parted her legs, kneeling back down and buried his face in her sex.

His lips and tongue were just as skilled at arousing her as his fingers if not more so. Seizing her bottom with both hands, he worked her labia and clit over until they were pouring out a veritable river of her juices. He licked it all up and continued nuzzling her and when her climax burst over her, causing her to gag and choke while clutching the sheets spasmodically, he continued to nurture that orgasm until it enveloped her entire being.

The pleasure was so intense that it was almost painful, almost, but not quite. She reached to squeeze her own breasts shamelessly, while Clark was fondling her with his mouth. She was trembling all over as he teased her for a few seconds more before finally sitting up and quickly slipping his member into her eagerly waiting womanhood.

Diana don't know if it was the position she was in or if it was because he had already done the prep work, but he managed to go balls deep inside her. The other times she had thought the feeling of his length was overwhelming couldn't hold a candle to how he felt at that moment. And he hadn't even started yet.

"Oh Gods!" she screamed, clawing the bedspread.

"Yeah, Di," Clark said, softly.

He pulled back until he was almost completely out of her, then slowly pushed back inside. Diana's entire body shook with the sensation. Clark quickened his pace with each thrust, and before long, he was drilling her into the bed. Diana's screams echoed all throughout the Fortress now. She tried to use the bedspread to muffle some of the sounds, but she couldn't keep her face buried forever. She had to breathe, which she was already having a hard time doing because she could feel Clark's manhood practically in her stomach.

Clark gripped her hips tighter so she couldn't move. He watched her eyes roll in the back of her head as she arched her back so far off the bed. He laughed with delight knowing he was pounding her into oblivion. He continued his fast and steady pace. Louder sounds of Diana's screams, Clark's groans, and skin-hitting skin echoed.

"Oh, Diana, you feel so damn good," he said.

She wanted to return the compliment but the only sounds she could make came out of her mouth were the loud, unrestrained moans and screams of a woman getting her insides rearranged. The orgasm was building again, rather quickly, and Diana knew this explosion would rival that of a nuclear bomb.

"OH, GODS!"

"Yes, Di," he said, voice breathy. "Let go."

"Don't stop," she said, rocking her hips in unison with him. She grabbed the bedspread with both hands, clenching her fists around the soft fabric. "By the Gods! KAL-El!" she cried out as the orgasm hit her like a freight train.

Wave after wave of absolute pleasure flowed over her. She was suddenly light-headed and shuddering uncontrollably. She didn't think she could ever experience this kind of pleasure. And it wasn't stopping. Each thrust and deep stroke of Clark brought a new wave of ecstasy. Her womanhood throbbed with fervor. Clark pulsed and got even harder letting Diana know he was about to have his release as well.

"Damn…shi-," Clark groaned, gripping Diana's hips impossibly tighter, definitely hand prints left for the morning.

Now he was having trouble forming a sentence. He breathed out.

Diana felt him spasm inside her, followed by that unmistakable flood of warmth and wetness. He continued pumping his hips until the spasming stopped, giving Diana what she asked for all night, every last drop.

"Oh damn…"

"By the Gods...,"

They whispered at the same time and both laughed through their heavy breathing.

Clark collapsed on top of Diana, still sheath inside her. Diana wrapped her legs around him wanting him to stay just like that. She could feel his abs contracting from the orgasm as they both relearned how to breathe.

"That was phenomenal!" he grinned.

Diana laughed. "That's an understatement."

"Yeah…true…true. Being with you, Di, is indescribable. Thank you for making not just today special but every day. I love you, Beautiful."

"I love you, too, Kal. I'm glad you enjoyed your birthday, Darling. I agree every day of us being together is special. That means every day I can take care of my man."

"I can take care of my woman."

Clark tentatively licked his lips, then slowly moved his head down. He smiled inwardly as he felt Diana's lips press to his. He had only meant for it to be a brief kiss, but the feeling of their lips and bodies pressing together made him decide otherwise. The pair was now locked in one of those heart-melting and soul-binding embraces.

To Be Continued...