A/N: The Honeymoon, or at least the beginning of the honeymoon. The time switches were so confusing, they made my head hurt so I'm sorry if they're incorrect for any of you who actually know. There is a lemon in this chapter, though definitely not the most explicit, at least in my opinion. I would like to explain something though, and even though it's not very realistic; I think this is how I'm going to do it. I'm not going to take the time writing about condoms or birth control, you can just imagine it yourself because I'm not going to make a very big effort to include that they do use protection up until there 1 year wedding anniversary.
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AMM
~Diana's POV~
July 26 & 27
"Bruce, please tell me where we're going," I beg him as he takes my hand, leading me up the stairs of his private jet.
"Nope, sorry Princess," Bruce says, guiding me into a seat. He sits next to me. "I will say, though, that it's going to be a long flight so I'd get comfortable, Princess." Bruce hints.
Hmm, a long ride. We are definitely leaving the country, probably going all the way to the other side of man's world.
I lean down and brush aside the train of the red dress I put on before leaving the manor. I unstrap my heels before bringing my feet up into the seat and tucking them under me. I lean into Bruce and rest my head on his shoulder. As I ponder, I feel myself drift off to sleep.
When I wake up, I'm still snuggled into Bruce, though not the way I'd been when I fell asleep. Bruce must've moved me to the couch at the end of the plane. He was laid out and I was on top of him, resting between his legs with my head on his chest. I was comfier than I thought I'd be.
I snuggle back in and feel Bruce stir before settling back down. That's when I feel small circles being traced on my back where Bruce's hand lies. I should've known he wouldn't be asleep. Bruce doesn't fall asleep as easily as I do.
"We close?" I murmur to him.
"Halfway there, Princess. Go back to sleep," and so I do. I don't wake up till we are off the plane.
~Bruce's POV~
I feel myself drift into a light sleep until I'm jostled awake and my ears pop as we descend. I guess Diana's ears pop as well as her sleeping face suddenly scrunches up and she digs her forehead into my chest. After a minute or so, she relaxes again and we land in the next twenty minutes. Instead of waking Diana, I gently rearrange her so I can pick her up bridal style. I can't help but smile to myself, bride. Diana's my bride, my wife now.
I hold her to me and grab her heels before leaving the plane. We didn't get the chance to leave Gotham until around 7:30 p.m., no one was letting us go, much to my disappointment. So now, it's around 6:30 in the morning here in Symi.
I know Diana has most likely never heard of Symi, but I discovered this place while on a business meeting and when I came to see for myself, I was definitely impressed and amazed.
I carry Diana down the stairs from the jet and approach the black Jeep waiting for us.
"Mr. Wayne," the valet who'd brought the Jeep addresses.
"I got the driving this trip, Galen," I tell him, walking to the passenger side before lightly tossing Diana's shoes into the back seat and having Galen open the passenger door so I can gently put Diana in. I thank him, pulling a $100 bill from my wallet as a tip for him. I walk to the other side of the Jeep and get in. I watch the sun slowly begin to peak over the horizon. I admire the view for a moment before starting the car.
Diana stirs until her beautiful eyes open. She tiredly glances around taking in her surroundings as we pull away from the landing strip and out onto the dirt roads that will take us to the small mansion I bought here.
Diana watches the sunrise quietly before it disappears as we enter into a gathering of trees to ascend a hill leading to the mansion.
"Where are we, Bruce?" she questions, yawning then sitting upright and putting her arms above her head to stretch.
As we clear the trees and what I think the most amazing view on the entire island reveals itself from the canopy of the trees, I answer her. "Princess," I reach over for her hand, "welcome to Symi, Greece," her hand not holding mine slowly rises to her mouth as she admires the view.
"Greece?" she asks, turning to look at me.
"I know you miss home, Princess, so I thought I'd bring you somewhere close to it," I tell her, giving a small shrug as I begin to pay closer attention to where I'm going. It must've rained recently. The dirt road has turned muddy and the curves going up the hill are getting slick.
"You brought me to Greece for our honeymoon?" she asks, disbelief in her voice. My insides go cold. Did she not want to come here? Did I just ruin the entire honeymoon because I brought us here? I knew I should've asked her instead of planning it all by myself. Damn! I mentally berate myself, my hand pulling out of Diana's grip on her lap to hold the steering wheel steady while my left elbow now rests on the window frame of the Jeep.
"Yes, I thought you'd like that," I tell her. "Now, though, I'm not so su-"
"Bruce! I love it! I can't believe you did this for me!" She grabs for my hand even though it's now on the wheel and the Jeep swerves for a second before I can get my left hand back on it.
I chance a glance at her and see her bouncing slightly in her seat. Relief floods my body. "Of course I did, Princess. I thought my observance was not lost on you," I kiss her knuckles before placing our joined hands back in her lap once more.
We finally arrive at the small mansion. I guess mansion isn't the correct term. I feel like it's more of a big house. I shut off the Jeep and get out before coming to Diana's door and opening it for her. I see her staring at the house and I turn to look as well.
That's when the little minx jumps on my back. I grab her arms as I feel her legs go around my waist. She begins to press kisses behind my ear as I carry her up the stairs to the house. At the pool, I take a right turn going up another set of stairs with an identical pair on the opposite side of the pool. I walk us towards the house and almost fall when the tip of Diana's tongue traces the back of my ear.
I hear her sinfully chuckle in my ear. I grab her legs and to keep her from torturing me any further, I take off for the house, her bouncing against my back and fighting to hold on when I burst through the glass doors. Instead of her throaty whispers, I now have her beautiful laugh filling my ear as she giggles.
I bring her to the couch and turn around before unceremoniously dropping her onto the couch. At last moment, she grabs the back of my shirt and pulls me down with her.
Where Diana changed after the reception, I did not. I remained in my tux, just lost the jacket, vest, and tie.
I, instead of landing on the couch like she does, land on the floor, and a growl emits from my throat as I turn around to her and see her trying not to laugh. I grab at her, my hands going for her ribs to tickle her. She flails around; her hands trying to pull me away, her melodic laugh filling my head and making my dizzy with love. I finally show mercy and stop, resting my hands on her ribs.
"You're evil," she tells me, trying to catch her breath.
"No, that's just payback for earlier." I tell her, my fingers now gently running back and forth on her hips.
"Earlier?" she asks.
"Yes, you kissing and licking behind my ear did not help in the slightest when a guy is trying to carry his wife up stairs." I watch Diana's eyes light up as I call her wife.
She slides to the floor, between my spread knees. I lower so I sit on my feet, still rubbing her hips.
"What else, I wonder, distracts my husband?" she quietly, seductively, asks. My heart leaps when she calls me her husband as she leans forwards, her mouth coming towards mine. Our eyes lock the second before our lips connect. Her lips are gentle on mine at first until I stop rubbing her hips. I grab her hips more forcefully as she leans up onto her knees and towers over me slightly. Her hands delve into my hair and her lips press harder against mine.
I kiss her back just as eagerly, my hands pulling her to me. She pushes me back slightly so I'm no longer on my knees. I sit with my legs sprawled out in front of me and she crawls into my lap, her legs going on either side of my waist. My hands move to splay out across her back as her hands pull at my hair.
Seconds later, her tongue is pressing against my lip, begging for entrance. I don't let her in, but instead push my tongue into her mouth. She gasps in surprise at my eagerness.
Out of nowhere, Diana drops her hips and presses into me. I grunt in surprise and I feel her smile against my lips. I know it's practically tradition to make love on your wedding night-even if that was technically last night-but I would wait. I would wait for forever for Diana. I would never force her to do anything that might make her uncomfortable, even if I wanted it so bad I could hardly think straight at times.
"Princess," I whisper against her lips as she grinds into me. I can't help but feel myself swell and my pants become tight as she continues her movements with her hips.
"Mmm, Bruce," she throatily whispers as she presses into me hard. I break away and groan, unable to help it. Diana nods her head at me and bites her lip as she continues.
"Oh, Hera, why does this feel so good?" she questions as she tips her head back.
"Princess," I gasp as I try to use words again. "I can make it feel even better, if you'll let me." Diana's head shoots upwards and she eagerly nods her head. I grab her to me and quickly stand up before taking her to the master bedroom.
Her legs wrap around my waist again and she finds a comfortable spot on my neck while I try and remember where the master bedroom is.
"Bruce," she begins to whisper in my ear. "Hurry up,"
Finally, I take a wild guess and open a door at the end of the hall. To my relief, it's the master bedroom. I walk to the bed before grabbing Diana's hips and tossing her on to the bed. She pushes herself up onto her elbows and stares at me, lust swirling in her eyes. She brings up a finger and points to me, beckoning me to her.
I slowly walk to the edge of the bed where she gets up on her hands and knees and crawls to me. When she reaches the edge, she goes up on just her knees and grabs for me, pulling me to her and slamming our mouths together. I grab her head, pulling her closer to me, while ramming my tongue into her mouth.
"Uh," she moans out as I tear my mouth away from her lips and trail my mouth along her jaw instead. I press open-mouthed kisses along her jaw then the column of her neck, nipping along the way then soothing my tongue over the place I nipped.
I feel her hands clawing at my shirt, trying to get it undone. I'm almost to the juncture where her neck and shoulder meet when Diana suddenly spins me around. I'm facing away from her, confused, when her hands start to creep over my shoulders. They make their way into my shirt, sliding down my chest through the top of my shirt where I'd unbuttoned some of the buttons when we were getting ready to leave.
"Princess?" I question as her lips come back up to the back of my ear from earlier. She latches onto the back of my ear and sucks, flicking her tongue and nipping. I fight to remain standing as my knees constantly threaten to buckle beneath me.
Her hands continue to rub my chest beneath my shirt, going down far enough that she flicks my nipples. My head rolls to the side unconsciously, giving her the room to torture me more behind my ear.
"Mm, if only villains knew this was all it took to get the Batman on his knees," she whispers, licking the shell of me ear.
"Close," I say before surprising her by turning around and pushing her back onto the bed. I shuck my shoes off before climbing on top of her.
"Yessss," she whispers as I begin to kiss her neck once more. She brings her fingers to the buttons of my shirt and tries to unbutton them. She only gets through 2 before she grows frustrated and rips it down the middle. I chuckle against her neck as her hands slip inside my now ruined shirt. Her hands trace along my sides before wrapping around me to dig her fingernails into my back.
"Baby," she moans into my ear. My hands trail down her body before her legs wrap around my waist and she flips us, forcing me onto my back. She sits proudly on top of me before she swipes her hair over her shoulder and reaches behind herself to grab the zipper on her dress. She slowly tugs it down. I watch the material slacken as it's undone. She looks to me expectantly after bringing her hands back in front of her to rest on my chest.
I swiftly sit up, surprising her, before my hands go behind her to the edges of her dress. That's when I feel something. It's lacy, going half way down her back, ribbons holding the lacy pieces together. "Diana?" I ask as she pulls her arms from the sleeves of her dress. That's when the bra of the white lacy lingerie is revealed. The sleeveless bra is longer in back, pushing her breasts up with a lacy see through material.
She puts her hand together behind her head, into her hair as my gaze feasts on the sight before me. That's when I flip her back over and yank the dress off of her and fling it on the ground. Her undies, or I should say the scrap of lace that claims to be keeping her covered, are revealed to my hungry eyes. I roll her onto her stomach and see the intricate ribbons keeping the bra together.
She squeals as I push my face in between her shoulder blades, kissing down her back to the ribbons. My fingers skim below the piece of lace before I take one of the ribbons in my teeth and pull my head back, undoing the bow. I then make quick work of unbinding all the ribbons. I flip her over once the ribbons are undone, gently removing the bra before tossing it on the ground next to her dress.
I gaze over her breasts, admiring them before returning my gaze to her eyes. She looks almost embarrassed as I continue to look at her.
"You said you'd make me feel better," she whispers to me when I lean back down to start kissing her again.
"Patience, Princess," I tell her, kissing her cheek, her nose, her forehead, anywhere but her lips. She grabs my jaw and drags my lips to hers. I passionately kiss her while trailing my fingers down her sides. She starts to squirm for a couple seconds when I pass her more ticklish spots before calming back down. My fingers slip beneath the sides of her panties and I begin to slowly pull them down.
I feel Diana tense under me when I've pulled her underwear completely off.
"Princess, I'm going to make you feel things you've never felt before," I whisper in her ear. I pull back and see her biting her lip. "Tell me to stop now, Princess, before I do something you don't want and I'll stop. We can go downstairs and watch a movie or something, no harm, no foul," I tell her, part of me hoping she'll tell me to keep going while the other part of me wants her to tell me to stop before I ruin everything.
"I-I don't know, Bruce," she murmurs. "I don't know how to do this, I can't make you feel as good as you've already made me feel." My confident princess is suddenly gone, nowhere in sight.
"Come on, then, Princess," I take off my ruined shirt and go to slip it on her when she takes it out of my hands and throws it on the ground.
"I didn't say stop, though," she tells me, a hint of shyness in her voice.
"Tell me then, what you want me to do, Princess, and I'll do it," I promise her as I stare into her eyes. She adverts her gaze. "Princess, you make me feel things that I've never felt before just by standing, talking to Alfred or brushing your teeth before bed. You don't need to worry about a thing," I press a soft kiss to her lips.
"Then make me feel good," she repeats from earlier.
"With pleasure, Princess," I tell her, trying to get her back to focusing on us instead of her previous thoughts. I trail kisses along her neck and rub my hands down her thighs as she unconsciously spreads them and bends her legs at the knee. I lie between her legs as I continue to kiss her neck. I find the sensitive spot of her pulse point and suck for a few moments, marking her otherwise perfect skin.
She moans in my ear and grips my backside, pulling me towards her center. She pulls my hips to her and she gasps when I begin to rock into her, pushing my clothed erection into her most private area. When she starts to pull at my hips faster, I take the initiative to grind against her faster.
When I know Diana is back to being void of thoughts other then release, I trail my hands down her sides. I pull my hips away from hers and she moans at the loss. She moves her hands to press me back down against her but stops when she feels the calloused pads of my fingertips press against her clit. She gasps and halts all movement.
I look her in the eyes as I slowly press against her nub with my fingertips. I begin to press small circles against her hot flesh and she begins to press her hips up when I pull away. I move my thumb to take over rubbing circles and move my middle finger to her entrance. I find it wet, dripping onto my finger as I slowly press my finger in before pulling out. I watch as her mouth falls open and her legs open wider.
I start to pump shallowly, waiting for her to tell me she wants more before doing anything else.
"Bruce," she gasps out as I take my other, unoccupied hand and start to massage the lips of her sex, pressing them apart before back together. I rub them up and down, creating a slick friction to go along with the circles and shallow thrusting. "Hera, more, Bruce," Diana moans, arching her neck as I begin to press in deeper. "Ooh, baby, yes," she moans out, using the new endearment once more.
Finally deciding that she's ready for the next step, I start kissing down her body. I stop at her breasts, pulling one of her nipples into my mouth before nipping gently at it. Diana arches her back, forcing more of her breast into my mouth, though I'm definitely not complaining. I pull away from the one breast, switching to the other and repeating the same process. After both nipples are pebbled and red and raw, I kiss down her stomach to where my hands are. She leans up on her elbows and looks to me questioningly.
"Babe," she asks. I arch an eyebrow and a smirk comes on my face. I bring my face level with the hand drawing circles and massaging her lips. I pull that hand away before flicking my tongue against her lips.
"Hera," she moans before falling back on the bed. I continue to flick my tongue before I feel her tightening around my fingers. Eager to finally taste her, I quickly pump her and latch on to her sensitive bud, sucking eagerly in an effort to get her to cum faster.
"Come on, Princess," I rasp against her.
She moans out, her hands going to the back of my head and pressing me harder against her. I look up to her and watch her back arch and her eyes roll back into her head as my name begins to continuously escape her lips.
"Bruce," Diana screams out as she finally releases. I move my mouth and catch every drop. I growl at her when she finishes and fully collapses on the bed, looking ready to go to sleep.
"How's that for better?" I ask as I nuzzle her jaw.
"Mm," she replies, moving her head so she can kiss me. She moans, as she tastes herself on my tongue. I chuckle against her mouth as she begins to suck my tongue, eager to taste as much as she can. I pull away and she whimpers beneath me, trying to come back to my mouth.
"Want to feel the best possible pleasure?" I ask her seductively. She looks to me before nodding her head eagerly.
"Please," she whimpers.
"I have to tell you, though, Princess. It will hurt for a few minutes at first, but I'll hold still and you tell me when you're okay because then the pleasure starts," I whisper, touching our foreheads together and looking into her eyes.
"Okay," she replies quietly.
I strip out of my pants and then I check with her once more to make sure she's still okay with this. When she nods her head, I slowly begin to pull my boxers down while still keeping our gazes locked. She looks away first once my boxers are completely off. She gasps then looks to me.
"Still sure?" I ask as I slowly crawl back on the bed.
"Definitely yes, now." She says, reaching for me. I settle between her legs and she looks as my erection presses against her heat.
"You're bigger then the statues at home," she says, not thinking about what she's just said before she covers her mouth. All seriousness leaves the conversation and we both burst out laughing.
"Is that a good thing, Princess?" I ask her.
"Most certainly, yes. Now, give me the pleasure you were promising." She demands. I stiffly nod my head before beginning to slowly push myself inside her. She tenses when I take her innocence, whimpering in pain.
"I'm so sorry, Princess. I promise it will be over soon, just wait a second. It'll all go away," I whisper in her ear as I try to ignore the amazing feeling of finally being inside her, enveloped in her heat, squeezed by her tightness.
"Try moving," she whispers. And so I do. I pull out slowly before slowly pushing back in. I watch her face and see pure pleasure wash over her features. Her arms reach out across the bed and grabs handfuls of the duvet.
"Are you good, Princess?" I ask her, dying to move again, but continuing to wait for her all clear.
"Yes," she screeches. "Just don't stop moving,"
I do what she says and begin to thrust at a slow tempo, keeping it gentle for her first time, our first time together.
"Ooh, yes," she moans until it becomes to slow for her. "Harder, baby," she moans after a few minutes of the slow and gentle pace.
I push into her harder, speeding up slightly as well.
"Hera, yes," Diana moans, her hands moving to my back and she drags her nails down the expanse, causing me to hiss at the slight sting of pleasure mixing with pain. She then grabs my ass, slamming me harder against her while bringing her hips up. I'm surprised at how much and how rough she wants it.
"Come on, Bruce," she groans. "Pound me, I won't break." I lose every shred of self-control at her words and pull back before roughly slamming home again. I continue, taking her legs and wrapping them around my hips, letting myself push deeper into her.
She screams out, falling over the edge and pulling me along with her. I collapse on top of her for a second before rolling to my side. Diana and I remain joined as she throws her left leg over my hip and pulls herself closer. Though I could technically go again right now, I let Diana sleep and let sleep claim me as well since I know how tired she is, how much I've worn her out. As I drift off to sleep, I press a kiss to Diana's forehead and whisper my words of love.
I watch a small smile spread across her face and hear her murmur, "Iwuvyou," before sleep claims her. I fall asleep with my own small smile on my face with Diana still pressed against me.
A/N: Hope that worked for the first lemon in this story. It will get more explicit and crazy, trust me, but I think this worked well for Diana's first time and their first time together.
Thx!
AMM
