A/N: So, I really enjoyed writing the last chapter because I just wrote whatever came to mind, plus it set me up for this chapter too! Enjoy!
Thx!
AMM
~Diana's POV~
After fully realizing that Bruce intended to do an actual workout that didn't involve us having sex, I flopped back down on the bed and stared at the ceiling, the burning in my loins since sending that picture earlier and igniting my own desires still kindling, waiting to burst out into a full flame. I want my husband up here, pleasuring me, thrusting hotly into me and moaning in my ear, snuggling up behind me as we catch our breaths, maybe even try what Shay was telling me about the other day. I glance at the clock, knowing Alfred had only just started prepping for dinner when Bruce got home, giving me a solid hour, at least, before Bruce gets called up. My eyes move to the laundry basket where my shorts from earlier sit waiting their turn for the washer.
I roll off the bed and pick them out of the hamper, stripping out of my clothes and pulling the shorts and a deep purple training bra on. I pull my hair in a ponytail and forgo shoes before flying out of the room, up over the banister, and to the secret entrance to the cave. After being granted access, I'm immediately met with the harsh smacks of fists and feet against training dummies or punching bags. I peek over the railing and down into the training arena and watch Bruce pummel the punching bag till it snaps off its chain and flies across the floor. He takes a moment to breathe before approaching a table covered in batarangs and begins to practice throwing them, hitting a target dead center each time.
I become entranced watching Bruce move through his workout routine before realizing I've let ten minutes go by. Without any warning, I fly up and over the railing, launching myself at him full speed. He sees me almost before it's too late and grabs my arm, slinging me over his shoulder and into the floor. "Decided to join me?" he questions, smirking with an eyebrow quirked.
"The best training is that in which you are unprepared for the next attack." I say as I sweep his legs out from under him and jump on him, attempting to secure his arms to the ground but a rough buck of his hips sends me off balance and he uses it to his advantage, rolling me over and pinning me to the floor instead. I worm my legs between us and push him off roughly. He rolls away before springing up and entering a fighting stance. I return the favor and mimic his pose as we begin to circle each other, both looking for weaknesses in the others position.
I grow impatient, my first mistake, and come out him with what I thought was unexpected speed but Bruce simply sidesteps me and grabs my arm once more, pinning it behind my back and pushing me face down against the now empty table from earlier. I begin to struggle against him, my second mistake, and end up only frustrating myself more as I feel him respond to the movement of my hips against him yet he pushes my arm higher up my back. His hips, however, grind back into mine.
"Was there an ulterior motive behind you coming down here?" he asks in my ear as his hips slow to an agonizing pace before stopping all together. I whine out and try to rub back on him but he simply moves away. "Answer me," he demands and my breath catches at the tone.
"What do you think, great detective?" I ask breathily over my shoulder, wincing as he secures my wrist up an inch higher.
His eyes trail over me, stopping on the hot shorts before meeting mine. I try to fight my smirk as I bring a leg up and hook my foot in the crook of his knee, pulling towards me and causing him to stumble. He falls over me and his grip on my wrist loosens enough for me to pull it out of his grasp and give him a hard shove. I put enough force into the move that Bruce falls to the ground, moving to roll to his feet but I'm faster and quickly straddle his waist.
He growls at me and attempts to buck me off again but I brace down on him and finally succeed in pinning his wrists down.
"Why fight me, Bruce? I know you want it," I softly roll my hips against his and his already quick breathing kicks up another notch. "You clearly know I want it, so why are you fighting it so hard? Just give in, babe," I lean down and press kisses below his ear, trailing the tip of my tongue down along the side of his neck, appreciating the salty scent of his sweat and that ever-present smell that is Bruce. However, I get a little too caught up and Bruce overpowers me, throwing me off of him and to the ground. He pins the tops of my thighs to the mat and seems unable to help himself from grinding into me, pushing against that sensitive little bead that has my eyes rolling back as he repeats the motion over and over.
"Because," he suddenly whispers in my ear, "where's the fun in that?" and he's gone. My eyes roll forward and I see him standing on the other side of the mat, chuckling at me while also eyeing me wearily, understanding that my determination is set high at the moment so I can get what I want. Him.
It's my turn to growl as I climb to my feet, growing frustrated when an idea pops in my head. My face flushes as I remember how crazy he acted our first night in Paris when I started without him.
"Fine, you want to be an ass, I'll take care of it myself." I cross my arms and pull my sports bra off before dropping the shorts and my panties and stepping back to sit on the table. Bruce's jaw has dropped and the smug look from a moment ago effectively gone. I allow a fleeting smirk before propping my feet up on the table and opening my legs, presenting myself to him. My hand trails along my chest, pinching at my already hard nipples before sliding down my body to teasingly circle the little nub.
"Ooh, Bruce," I groan throatily as I apply more pressure, my head tipping back but I don't allow it to stay that way. I must find the will to keep my eyes on him should he try something. I roll my head back up and look at him with hooded eyes, grinning when I see his eyes are focused on the hand between my legs.
"Baby, yes, yes," I swirl tighter and press harder, my hips beginning to move with the motion when Bruce is suddenly stepping closer, reaching towards me. My hand stops and I fling a leg towards him, my toes resting against his chest to keep him away.
"Princess," he whines as he notices my hand begin to move again, much slower this time.
"Nuh, uh, Bruce. You wanted to be a pain. You weren't indulging me so I'm taking care of it myself."
His eyes are begging, slipping between my fingers and my eyes, his eyebrows pushed together pitifully, as if he's a child being denied from playing with his favorite toy. He pushes closer and I place the rest of my foot against his chest, prepared to brace to keep him away despite my body's growing cry for him to be closer.
His hands start to move towards me and I prepare to reach out and smack them away but he brings them to the leg holding him back, smoothing up my calf then down to my foot, pulling it towards his mouth to press a kiss against it. I start to relax as he peppers the top and bottom of my foot with simple kisses when he starts moving towards my ankle, his kisses slowing and growing in tenderness that keeps me on my toes as I try to figure his angle while also not stopping my hand.
He kisses up the length of my body before I realize he's worked his way up against me, leaning over me with his smug smile back in place, his hand reaching down to push mine out of the way but instead of taking over like I'd expect, he pushes his still clothed erection against my bare opening.
I bite my lip as Bruce grips my chin, guiding my mouth to his. We start slow, pressing against each other, our hands exploring one another, but the more we kiss, the more we rock back and forth against each other, the harder it becomes to stay calm and in control. Tongues plunder mouths, breaths hot and fingers clutched where they can, need beginning to rear its unavoidable head once more.
Soon, Bruce is all but crushing me against the table, bouncing me against him roughly. I arch my back, panting nearly to the rhythm of each poignant thrust. Unable to help myself, I reach down between my legs to try and ease the tightly throbbing coils of desire. Bruce lifts a brow and grabs my wrists, pinning both of them against the table above me. "Bruce," I gasp, growling in frustration, bucking hard against him. As if seeking to increase the intensity, Bruce releases my hands and reaches for the hem of his shirt and pulls it off before grabbing himself and aiming to rub against me. He presses harder into me, using his free hand to slip behind me, under my legs to cup my ass, helping me to grind against him.
I feel his mouth on my neck, teeth grazing, tongue dragging, Bruce's free hand still covering my ass, squeezing my cheeks as he crushes his hips into mine while at the same time keeping my hips locked, legs firmly apart, vulnerable to however he decides to pleasure me. Ecstasy drew out from between my lips, ragged and hoarse, causing me to hold onto him tightly. The tension between us is becoming too intense, the need for him to pound into me driving me insane. One of his hands slips between my legs again, curling over that pulsating bundle of nerves, rubbing and flicking, nearly setting me off.
"B-Bruce!" I cry out, nearly releasing then and there.
Harsh breaths and strained groans echo throughout the cave. Desperation makes me forget that I was trying to keep him away, to punish him for being cruel and teasing me. My legs tighten, neck and back arching as hard thrusts makes me feel like I've been drugged. The intoxicating need to join, to couple together in the most carnal sense, without any barriers between us is almost enough to drive me to violence. It inspires dragging nails, desperate moans, clenched teeth, and more violent thrusts. My desire swells cruelly, bursting through me as I finally experience my climax. My entire body spasms, my back arches and my belly presses against his as my legs tighten desperately around his hips, my grip on his shoulders pressing crescent-shaped marks into the flesh and muscle. Bruce's focus is solely on grinding against me, letting out a low moan as he watches me fall apart against him.
The feel of him throbbing against me, rubbing against my aching bud, sliding over and nearly pressing into me with each grind, was enough to send me careening off the edge, screeching in pleasure. Bruce crushes his mouth to mine, somewhat muffling my cries, holding me still until I calm down.
Once I've calmed down, Bruce pulls away and levels me with a playful look. "Princess, do you have to be so loud?" he asks teasingly.
Instead of getting upset, I sigh in satisfaction and smirk at him. "It's not my fault you're amazingly talented.
He chuckles. "I'm not sure I know what you mean?" he asks slyly.
I scoff and give him a narrow look. "You know damn well what I mean," I respond. "You're just fishing for compliments now."
Bruce shrugs. "Maybe," he grins. "Why not explain though? What's the harm?"
I roll my eyes, wondering what he's plotting. "Like I said, you know what I mean. You're skilled with your hands…." I say, taking one of them in mine and caressing it, the other hand moving down his thigh, my gaze drifting to his still eager erection. "Your tongue is especially talented," I lean in to kiss him lightly.
Bruce grins into the kiss and when I pull away, his eyes dance with mischief. Shit, he is planning something. "It is?" he questions. "I'm not so sure…." He trails off, rubbing the scruff of his jaw.
I frown in suspicion. "What do you mean?" I question, part of me leery of the mischievous look in his eyes.
He shrugs again and presses me back against the table. "Not sure. I may need a more direct confirmation…." He grins.
"What? What do you…." I trail off as his brow lifts before grinning impishly and sinking down to his knees before me.
"Gods," falls from my lips as he presses a kiss to the back of each thigh.
"I'll need to test out that theory, not sure I believe you…." He explains.
My throat seizes, drying in an instant as his fingers grip my thighs. "Bruce, you don't need to…." I weakly protest.
"I don't see you trying to stop me," he challenges.
"Oh Hera," his lips are on my thighs still, pressing hot and wet kisses and trailing slowly towards my already aching need.
"I was joking before you know….I love when you cry out, when you're loud, when you can't contain your pleasure," he explains confidently. "And I want to hear more of it." He grins, caressing my legs suggestively.
I nearly bash my head against the table from frustration at his teasing. But Bruce pays me no mind, continuing his teasing, kissing my thighs slowly, rubbing my bare legs when his mouth finally reaches my nether region. I'm already whimpering softly, wanting this so bad.
I catch sight of yet another devious grin when he nudges my legs until I spread them further for him, giving him access. "Try to stay still," he chuckles, earning a glare from me. I shudder when I feel his hands slide up and down my inner thighs. He smiles against me as he feels me tremble under his touch as he maneuvers himself in between my legs better. When he settles, he takes his thumbs, parting my folds slowly, sliding them back and forth over them, grinning at seeing how wet I am. Anticipation is like a drug that swallows up my senses, my heart racing so hard it's almost painful.
He pushes a finger along me, slipping past my bud, toying with my entrance a little, pushing in a bit, wiggling, finding just the rights spot and smiling when my body gives a jerk. I whimper again, loving and hating him for knowing exactly what can set me off in an instant and taking full advantage of that. Bruce slides his hand back, parting me again, using his thumbs to find my bud, toying with me just so, just enough to make my body give tiny jerks, to make my thighs quiver, using my wetness to slide quickly over me until he very rapidly brings me to the edge. Then he stops, holding off, keeping me from relief.
He holds still when I start to squirm, panting against the table. "Please….please..." I weakly protest, the need for relief clouding my sense. I roll my eyes lazily down to look at him and he smiles, shaking his head, instead leaning in, making me feel his breath on my lower lips, making me stiffen with anticipation. He gives a good firm swipe of his tongue, dipping between my inner folds, flicking the small knot at the top.
My grip on the table tightens, my head craning to the side, eyes screwed shut as pleasure trembles through me, my body writhing. I gasp with my efforts not to cry out, my walls already fluttering at just that small lick. Feeling him settle in a little closer, his tongue drags back and forth over my pulsing bud, as I cry mournfully from the overwhelming stimulation. It'd doing its job, forcing my walls to slide shut, tortuously gripping nothing but air. I nearly bang my head against the table again, somehow knowing this is only going to get worse. My poor body shudders, feeling him withdraw only a little, only enough to let me calm down a bit. "Bruce…" I gasp brokenly.
His tone is calm and teasing as he replies from somewhere between my legs. "I still need proper confirmation that I'm really as talented as you say I am," he tells me, his tone amused and lustful. My legs tremble as he begins to wiggle his tongue over my aching center again. As his mouth works me up again, tongue wiggling where it an, thumbs keeping me parted, I'm unable to stop the incessant cries.
"Please….it's too much…." I beg weakly, straining to form coherent words.
Bruce shrugs. "You're still able to think clearly so I'm not doing that good of a job yet…." He murmurs against me before his lips latch onto me, humming when I moan long and hard. The effect of his humming, however, just makes it all the worse, making my body lurch and suddenly I'm gripping his shoulders, sobbing through gritted teeth, rivulets of hot arousal spurting down my shuddering thighs almost continuously now. "Yeah, that's more like it," Bruce hums before continuing.
My husband alternates between lapping at me, tasting me, dipping his tongue where I ache the most, and sucking on my tortured bud, deliberately keeping me aroused, making me shriek with barely contained impunity. He does this until I'm begging him to relieve me and when he knows I can't take any more, he sucks hard, rapidly pumping a finger into me, forcing me to finish hard, making me go off all over again.
I convulse and pant hard, shaking against the table, my unyielding release claiming my senses. "B-Bruce….gods….Hera, please….please," I whine out, not really knowing what I'm begging for at this point.
Bruce doesn't listen to any protests, slowing down again, cupping my ass, and rocking me into his mouth. His fingers slowly slip in and out of me, just enough to keep my body on fire while also sliding his tongue back and forth over my walls, giving my bud a break. I moan hoarsely, scraping at the table, stroking his scalp, crying out incoherently, until he forces me into yet another release, making sure I lose the ability to stand. "That's it," he whispers against me.
~Bruce's POV~
Taking advantage of her weakened state from the amount of times her body seized up, I push her back against the table and shrug her legs over my shoulders. While still kneeling, I slide my hands over her thighs and kiss her skin softly. "B-Bruce…." She mewls weakly.
Hearing her whine and moan for me is like sinful music to my ears and has made my boxers uncomfortably tight. I reach down and remove myself from my shorts, sliding my hand up and down to give myself a little relief before continuing my sexual torment on her, lapping up her arousal off her thighs, wriggling my tongue between her folds. She chants my name, grasping at me desperately as I force her to come hard again. The disheveled warrior is once more unable to stop herself from squealing loudly as she shakes against me.
She continues to beg me, but for what, I'm not sure. "Bruce! Bruuccce…..Bruce, please! Please! P-please-ooh!" I wiggle my tongue against her clit again, making her squirm and howl. "Please….oh gods….please!" she whines, panting and scraping at my shoulders as she shakes but doesn't force me away. So I go on unhindered, continuing to rock her sex directly into my mouth. As I do, I pump my dick in time with the swaying, grunting into her slit and enjoying the reaction I get. She arches her back as ripples of more unsatisfying orgasms flush her tenderized sex.
I grin against her, intent on throwing her over the edge yet again. "Ooh! Bruu-aah! N-nnn-nooo! She cries desperately but I have every intention of making her scream again.
She grips my shoulders tight, twisting in my iron grasp with her teeth clenched, eyes screwed shut, pounding, pulsing, and hot against my mouth. I moan against her purposefully again, repeatedly suckling and stroking her until she has no choice but to shatter. She shrieks through her teeth, bucking her hips, head whipping back and forth, sobbing against me as she gushes hotly, her entire body quaking.
I carry on and begin humming into her, sending her over again, but this time she orgasms so strongly, her walls shut down so tight, so vengefully, she's unable to stop the scream that tears from her throat as she calls my name, just like I want. I moan in tortured pleasure, loving how hot and devastating her orgasms can be, how hard they get me.
Finally standing from her, she's surprisingly quick to wrap her legs around my hips and tug, causing me to stumble and fall over her as she yanks me down for a hungry kiss. Lips pressed hard, mouths molding as our tongues rub in a slow sensual kiss, more heat exploding between us.
Diana's hips roll into me, grinding herself against me enticingly. "I want you," she whispers in my ear, nibbling on my earlobe a little. I settle myself against her and slowly begin to grind. "Mmm, I missed you," Diana sighs, wrapping her arms around my shoulders.
"I noticed," I say smugly before leaning down to lay kisses on her neck.
"Do you blame me?" she challenges, having somewhat regained her breathing but still panting a little as my tongue connects with the sensitive spots on her neck. She reaches down and shoves my shorts and boxers off of my hips and I step out of them once they hit my feet.
I move to lean back in but notice a mischievous look in her eyes. "What are you up to?"
"Nothing," she purrs as her nails scratch along the tops of my shoulders and her hips press back up against me, a growl leaving my throat as I feel her wetness slide against the bare underside of my dick. "I just want you to show me if you're man enough to take your woman," she winks at me, no doubt intentionally trying to rile me up.
I narrow me eyes at her. "You really enjoy being punished, don't you?"
Grabbing a tight hold of her hips, I step back and flip her over in her moment of shock.
She gasps and has to brace herself on the table with her hands so she doesn't topple off of it. She releases a shuddering breath as my hands slide over her hips while stepping back between her legs and resuming the grinding motion. Her grip on the table tightens as the head of my cock bumps and slides along her folds, rubbing myself directly over her sodden slit. I take myself in my hand and direct it against her pulsing clit, rubbing her until she writhes beneath me, until arousal spurts all over my cock.
Slipping the tip of my cock insider her, I begin sliding in and out just enough to torture her while one of my hands presses on her back to keep her still and the other roams her body.
I feel Diana orgasm hotly and I pant slightly, resisting the urge to plow into her then and there. But I want to take my time, work her up again until she explodes. So instead, I take my swollen length in hand and slip it over her drenched clit again and again, listening to the sweet sounds she makes, how her body twists beneath my grip, how she gushes over me. She's an addiction I never want to get over.
Diana sobs out, struggling against the table as tiny little orgasms flutter through her. "Bruce, do it, babe…." She pleads, gasping for breath as her thighs tremble.
I grunt in agreement and then sigh harshly as I finally begin to ease in all the way, inch by inch, my stomach pressing against her ass as I fill her. Beginning to move, I make sure to go slow and deliberate as I keep her still. She moans loudly and I shush her just to be a jerk. "Quiet," I murmur cruelly. And just to prove I have no intention of playing nice, I pull almost all the way out, then rush back in, sawing into her with sharp snaps of my hips.
"Fuck….gods, Bruce!" she whines as her body quickly flutters shut around my swiftly pumping dick. And then I slow down again and hold her securely, pinning her beneath me as my hips move in a continuously slow manner, grunting with each thrust, making her feel my entire length vividly. She pants and strains beneath me, gripping harder at the table when I hear a crinkling sound. Glancing up, I see her grip has tightened enough to crunch up the aluminum table. I breathe out an airy chuckle as I realize she doesn't even realize she's done it.
When she begins crying my name, begging me to speed up, I decide to humor her, pushing in deep and stilling my movements for a second before beginning to grind against her. "B-Bruce….Bruce!" she cries, making me moan, eyes rolling at the sound of her chanting my name so lustfully. I lean in further, one hand reaching under her to tease a hardened nipple.
Once again, I begin sawing into her deeply, groaning harshly with each thrust, making her spill all over my cock and down her thighs again. I feel my end approaching and stop when I'm nestled deep within her fluttering walls, knowing she was close too.
"Bruce! Bruce! No, don't you dare stop! Please don't stop now! Bruce, I'm so close! You're killing me!" she gasps, eyes pleading as she looks back at me. "Bruce please! Babe!" I simply look at her with an arched brow and smirk, waiting to hear more begging. "Gods, Bruce, please! I am so very close! Just-just do it! Fuck me, please….please….I need you," she whines desperately.
A shiver races down my spine. "Fuckkkk," I groan before bracing myself over her body and letting out a breath before moving again, increasing my speed with each hard thrust moving her forcefully over the now creaking table. She gasps with each penetration and a breathy moan when I reach around her to rub at her tender bundle of nerves.
I then pull back, grabbing her hips and pulling her into me. "Bruu-! Ahh-! Ye-eesss!" Diana's cry as she goes off hard then, her body convulsing making me grunt as I grind my body into hers. She can barely contain herself as she squeals and cries in ecstasy, exploding wetly over me.
The force of her orgasm, her walls viciously clenching down tightly around me, her ass pressing into my wildly thrusting hips, forces a crushing pleasure to burst through me, making me go off seconds later with a low moan as I lurch against her, thrusting hungrily before grinding to a stop as I spill inside her.
Diana fully collapses against the table, cheek resting against it ash she quivers around my throbbing shaft. We both gasp for breath and shudder together, panting from the wild session. I'm still firmly insider as I brace myself with my hands on either side of her or, my hips still pressed snugly against her ass. Her eyes are shut tight and her lip is caught between her teeth, sighing in pleasure as she slowly comes down from her high.
I finally step back, sliding my hands over her as I do, relishing the shiver it brings her. We smile at each other while still reeling from our orgasms before pulling our clothing back on. We begin to head up the stairs leading to the manor when Diana pauses. "Hey, you okay?"
"Ah, I asked for it," she mumbles. "Just a bit sore."
I smirk at her before resuming the climb up the steps. "Sorry, Princess,"
She snorts behind me and I'm sure rolls her eyes. "No you're not."
"No, I'm not," I agree with a soft chuckle when the door slides open just as we reach it.
"Ah, Master Bruce, I was just coming to inform you that dinner is ready."
"Thank you, Alfred," Bruce smiles at him before grabbing my hand and following the butler towards the dining room.
"So how was that for indulging you?" I ask with a squeeze of my hand and a smirk as a flush breaks out across her cheeks.
A/N: I rewrote the smut for this chapter and am wayyyyy happier with it. The chapter was originally 2,278 words. It is now 4,926 words….I went a little bit overboard rewriting the ending but hey, I like it so it's staying.
Thx!
AMM
