Ch. 15- Well, damn….[warning: grown folks territory]
Although her skin was impervious to the elements, Diana gasped as she felt the instantaneous change from the balmy Mediterranean air to the frigid Artic chill that suddenly surrounded her. Breaking her gaze from Kal's, she looked around to find herself in the heart of his Fortress of Solitude. She didn't have long to marvel at the fact that he'd gotten them both there so quickly before she felt his hands at her rear end, sliding under her thighs and picking her up so she straddled him. Her legs closed around his frame automatically and locked into place. This brought her core into deliciously direct contact with his manhood and they both shuddered from the sensation. She felt the air rush around her as he carried them into his bedchamber. The lights flickered briefly, sensing their movement, before settling on dim. Kal nuzzled her neck as he walked them to the bed, stopping only when his knees hit the bed. It was then that he pulled back to look her in the eye.
"Are you sure about this, Diana?" His voice was strained.
She mulled the question over, not surprised when she found that she was unafraid. Her reply was to kiss him sweetly. "I've never been so sure of anything in my life, Kal. I can think of no one I'd rather take this journey with."
Her sweet sentiments served to remind him that this would be her first time laying with a man. His heart swelled that she would give this gift to him. He stood motionless for a second as the feeling washed over him, his eyes suddenly dark with desire. "I love you, Diana."
It was such a simple truth. A truth that they already knew and had spoke so many times before, only this day, it held the promise of so much more. Diana's heart surged and she responded just as intensely, "I love you, Kal. Mind, body, and soul."
He lowered her to the bed gently, relishing in all that was her as the feel of her body overwhelmed him. So much strength lie beneath those amazing curves. He kissed her exposed shoulder sweetly, inhaling a scent that was all Diana. She felt and smelled like the embodiment of fire and wild orchids. Her flesh was warm and the mews of satisfaction she gave made him feel free, almost primal. He moved to the sliver of flesh exposed at her midriff, grazing his tongue across her toned belly as he slowly pushed her top higher. Diana decided to help him out as she grasped the hem of the top and pulled it free. Kal kissed his way back up to her mouth, thoroughly imitating what he planned to do to her with the rest of his body. Diana thought she would burn as all of her senses heightened and centered on his kiss. He slowly ended the kiss and separated, gazing down at the woman beneath him. Diana. Best Friend. Soon to be Lover. He marveled at the thought as her eyes sparkled.
Diana used his brief distraction to gently guide him back. Kal looked into her eyes adoringly as he rested on his heels, she rose up on her knees to face him. She leaned forward and gave him the most erotic kiss he was sure he'd ever had, her tongue sensually tracing the contours of his teeth before dueling with his tongue. She was thoroughly satisfied with the dazed look that subsequently took root on his face. He hurriedly began unbuttoning his shirt only to have his hands stilled by Diana's.
Shaking her head, her voice was a husky whisper as she spoke, "I've dreamed of undressing you for years." She began to teasingly undo his buttons, making sure to graze not only her fingertips, but her lips across the increasingly exposed flesh. Reaching the last button, she then used both hands to slowly sweep across his expansive chest before sliding his shirt off his shoulders. She kissed the skin exposed there, as well. Making sure to keep her deft fingers in constant contact with whatever flesh she exposed, Diana traced the contours of his triceps, forearms, and fingers as she finally ended his torture and removed the shirt. Kal marveled at the fact that he could feel her touch upon his body so fully, goose bumps following the trail she blazed on his skin. He had no idea the act of being undressed could be so…erotic, and his swelling manhood began to throb painfully behind the zipper of his jeans. She made sure to kiss him again, slowly, teasing his lips with her velvety tongue, before skimming her nails across his back. She reached his backside, giving it a firm squeeze as a low moan emitted from her lips. She used the pressure of her hands to push is pelvis more firmly into hers.
Kal shuddered at the contact, his last threads of restraint snapping. Diana had only a moment to reflect on the growl that emanated from his throat before she was again on her back and Kal rested his weight in the cradle of her hips. She laughed at his reaction to her antics, lifting her eyes to meet his. The smile that once resided in those eyes was gone, replaced with intense desire, darkening them another shade of blue. Kal pinned both of her hands to the mattress, rubbing the bulge of his jeans agonizingly slow across her heated core. Diana bit her bottom lip to keep quell the moan, Kal smiled at her reaction. Her held her gaze as he rocked against her once more.
"Mine." He growled the word more than spoke.
Diana's heart beat twice as fast as she could literally see the primal male surfacing in Kal, "Yours. Always."
He claimed her mouth as he never had before, the kiss a mixture of raw lust, tender care, and new found joy. Diana responded just as fervently, freeing her hands and placing them on his back, the need to touch him overwhelming. She felt as if she would explode, her body heating at a frantic pace, and they had yet to fully undress. Hera, I may not survive this! She thought as she gave herself over to his demanding kiss. Kal kissed a fiery trail from her lips to her throat, venturing further to her collarbone and stopping atop her left breast. He wanted to take his time tasting her, giving the flesh there a tiny nip. Diana squirmed beneath him, her hand somehow grasping the back of his to encourage him. She could feel his capable fingers loosening her belt and slowly freeing it from her pants. He lavished her breast with more kisses and used one hand to loosen the snap of her jeans, his hands easing beneath the denim to graze stop the top of her lingerie. Feeling the lacey material, he left her breast for a moment and leaned back to look at her fully. There, atop his bed, her hair forming a halo of midnight, the rise and fall of her breast as she breathed, the light sheen that only served to accentuate her olive skin tone, never had he seen a more beautiful vision in his life. He felt blessed to be allowed so close to perfection. Diana could feel his eyes as they roamed her frame, the heat of his gaze sending sparks directly to her core.
"είστε ο πιό αγαπητός θησαυρός. δεν θα αγαπήσω ποτέ άλλο."
"Oh, Kal, I will never love another eith-" She stopped mid-sentence as she realized he had just spoken to her in her native tongue. She stared into his beautiful eyes, trying to convey the emotions that her stunned lips refused to speak.
Laughter danced around his eyes, "I know. I'm just as surprised as you. Guess you're starting to rub off on me." He placed a quick kiss to her flat belly. "Now, where was I?" He dropped his head back to her toned stomach and worshipped her navel, and just like that, the game was back on.
Diana threw her head back at the sensation, "Ooh, Kal. I want you to-"
"I want you both to stop! Gah, my eyes!"
The two would-be lovers froze at the sound of another in their sanctuary. Kal redressed Diana in record time as he jumped from the bed and faced their intruder. He was helpless to stop the furious blush that crept over his entire face and upper body.
"K-K-Kara! What're you—what-" He stammered. Apparently, Clark Kent resurfaced during moments of utter humiliation.
"Wishing to God, Rao, Zeus, and any god that's hear me that I could un-see these last 10 seconds of my life!" she spoke from the makeshift shield her of her hands over her eyes.
"You wouldn't have to wish that if you hadn't snuck in here, Kara!" He retorted sharply.
Kara dropped her hands , ready to defend herself, "Well, believe me, this wasn't on my sched- oh, Kal! Can you, um, um, do something about your, uh…" she gestured wildly before turning around completely.
"About what, Kara? Geesh, Diana and I were trying to have a private moment before you barged in." He continued, oblivious to whatever was causing her current state.
Diana was puzzled as to why Kara would avert her eyes now, especially as they were no longer horizontal. Sure, her top was on inside-out and Kal was still without his shirt but—oh, that. She pulled Kal behind the shield of her body.
Kal looked at her as if she had gone mad, "Diana? Do you mind? I'm trying to-"
"Kal, perhaps I should speak with Kara."
"What? I am as perfectly capable of reaming her as you are."
Diana silenced him by brushing her backside against the very prominent bulge resting in his jeans, He moaned at the contact before realizing this was the cause of her interjection—to save he and Kara from any further embarrassment. That effectively shut him up. "Oh."
"It's safe now, Kara." She informed her friend.
Kara gave a quick peek over her shoulder, relief evident in her face as she turned around fully. "Gah, those guys are gonna owe me big time when I get back to the station for what I just had to experience."
"If you're talking about some bet you've got going with the others, Kara-" Kal threatened from behind Diana. Diana swatted his arm to silence him.
"Kara? You were getting to the point of why you're here." Diana attempted to move the conversation along.
"Oh, yeah. We got trouble." Was Kara's short reply, her gaze on Diana.
"Define trouble." Diana's voice was even, belying the uneasiness growing within her.
"It's your mother, Diana."