Another day, another chapter, right? Well, this one is a little bit different as it's a bit fantastical, but most certainly isn't a dream as Sam's plan goes into fruition. Without further ado...
Freddie lazily entered his room, closed the door behind him then tossed his book bag in his desk chair. He dropped on his bed and deeply sighed while looking at the ceiling, letting his muscles relax after a long day at school and even longer serving his 'well-earned' detention.
Spending every free, non-supervised moment wrapped up with Sam was more than a little taxing, but he certainly didn't regret any of those moments, save for staring into the disappointed eyes of Franklin, which really was more about regretting being caught then the actual action. It did, however, force him to rush and put off assignments. Three hours of calculus was absolutely nothing compared to fooling around with the devoted gorgeous blonde who could suck the holes off a golf ball. So his only respite was staying at school to do the tough stuff and then coming home for the more manageable assignments.
Things with Sam were far from manageable. They had shifted dramatically since they got back to Seattle, and he felt unsure about it as much as he loved it. They were supposed to talk the night before, but with his mom floating around constantly and the fact that every free moment was used more for more physical needs, there wasn't a real chance for discussion. And since tonight was free of both his job and his mom, there was no question what they'd be doing.
Part of him was happy with the respite from having a discussion on the nature of their relationship since he had no idea what to say. Jade was supposed to be his one, and then he started feeling for Tori about as much as Jade was, which threw that whole idea into the wash. Sam was supposed to be something very relaxed where they would have some fun but it wouldn't go far, but now that Cat was not really in the picture, and that Sam was showing so many signs of maturing… he had to question if there really was room in his heart for three. Carly was his first love, but Sam was just the one he always saw himself with until she skipped town. At first, he questioned whether it was just nostalgia that was making him blind, but with each day he realized that Sam was getting better. She was growing into the person he fell in love with, long before that person actually existed within her.
What did all of that mean? Jade was pretty eager for Tori, but he wasn't so sure that Sam taking a spot there would make Jade too happy. Or maybe it would. The girl was pretty complicated, but there was no question he was head over heels in love with her. Just like there was no question when he bumped into Sam in the hall the other morning that he felt that the same 'love feeling' when he took one look at Sam. He let his lust overtake him just to avoid those feelings but there was no denying they were there and couldn't be ignored for long. Relationships were becoming more and more work by the day.
For school work, he crammed and worked so much today that he was content that he would have the evening free of homework, his mother was working night shift, and he didn't have to work at the part-time job he had landed after the girls had moved. And one could only hang out with Gibby for so long without going crazy. There wasn't a single worry on his mind as his eyes close to take it all in. So, of course, this was the moment for his Pearphone to go off, filling the room with a steady drum followed by savory guitar licks.
Back in black, I hit the sack…
"Sam…" he said aloud to no one, knowing her identity solely for her ringtone which she picked herself for whatever reason. Taking a second to breathe, he picked up the phone. "What's up?"
"You still free tonight?" she said, clearly eager to get right to the point. "I know you said this morning that your mom was working and you had the night off or whatever, but just, you know… wanted to check…"
"You're adorable," he smiled into the phone, loving how the biggest, baddest girl in the school was not only nervous, but enthusiastically impatient like a puppy. "I told you we'd have tonight. Are you really that eager?"
"Is that a bad thing now?" she fired back, and from her tone, he wondered if he had made her mad.
"No…" he quickly retreated, trying to smooth things over. "I just got home and… well, I just figured you'd want to wait a while to-"
"That's why I called…" she said clearing her throat. "I'm not sure if I'll be able to make it over until later, if that. Just got a lot going on…"
"Oh, come on, Sam… don't be that way… you can come over if-"
"No… I'm serious, Benson," she fired back sternly. "I got some shit to take care of. That was the message. So I'll just talk to you later or whatever."
Before he could even reply, she hung up, leaving him to feel a little ashamed of how he mocked her. Sam didn't have much going on here without Carly and to be made fun of by the guy who you see as your soulmate can't be easy. Normally he'd feel bad for just hurting his friend's pride but ever since things… changed again between them, it was hard for Freddie to think clearly on the subject of Sam. His feelings were more than a little complicated and hearing 'classic' (bitchy) Sam on the phone made him question the new feelings.
Over and over, he found himself rehearsing what he would say to her given the chance to make up for being a dick. He could have gone for an hour if his phone hadn't pinged with a text, accompanied by a robotic beeping. He pulled his phone from the other side of the bed and looked at the screen, feeling suddenly better.
-Fire escape. 5 min.
He thought for a moment to text back and just tell Sam to just come over since he was alone, but decided to text her a simple 'k' and not screw up further. He figured they could just turn around and come back to his apartment if they didn't want to hang out on the balcony. He got up and headed out his bedroom and the apartment, making sure that he had his keys on him.
Freddie opened the window and crawled over the windowsill. He looked around, not spotting Sam and wondered for a second if she was playing some trick on him as revenge. He thought they had passed that stage of their ill-defined relationship, but perhaps he deserved it. As his mind turned about her absence and what it meant, he heard the slight clanking of the steps above his head and to the right.
"I'm glad I caught you…" Sam called out above him. "I was just… flying by…"
Freddie looked up and over his right shoulder to see Sam standing at the bend of the fire escape and his jaw dropped when he saw the blonde.
Sam was wearing a tight fitting short sleeved white T-shirt that accentuated her bust and was cut off across her midriff to show her belly button and a tight fitting blue skirt that hugged her hips. As desirable as the sight was with her curves, what stood out the most was the short red cape off her shoulders and the big red 'S' on the center of her chest.
He remained stunned at her appearance as she finished walking down the steps and continued with a playful smirk, "I thought I'd let you get that picture for your paper, Freddie. I know Ms. Grant's been hounding you for a picture of me. The Supergirl."
It took him a moment to realize that she was attempting some roleplaying with him, and wondering that she was obviously playing out the 'Girl of Steel,' if that made him the beat photographer, Jimmy Olsen. But she called his name specifically so maybe that was something. He grinned and quickly went along, "Oh, yes, ah… thanks, but my camera's back at my place."
"Back at your apartment, huh?" Supergirl… or Sam… or 'SuperSam' finished walking down the steps to stand in front of him, invading his personal space and coyly commented, "So, is that a not-so-sly attempt to just invite me back to your place?"
A smirk crept on his face, seeing in Sam's eyes that she hoped that was exactly where she was hoping they would go. He answered with a forced bashfulness, hoping to stay in character for her, "No, no, not at all. I just got home and dropped my stuff off before getting a breath of fresh air."
"I know the feeling of needing some fresh air sometimes…" The blonde rubbed her hands up and down his muscular chest, raising an eyebrow as she studied him. "Okay, so why don't we get that camera?"
Freddie smiled charmingly, then took her hand and helped her over the windowsill back into the building then climbed back inside. He kept his grip in her hand and led her back to his apartment. They glanced around, cautious and a little tense that someone could see Sam in her outfit, but they made it back to his door without being spotted. He quickly stuck his key into the doorknob then let them inside. He shut the door and locked it behind them then led her to his room.
He flipped on a light switch then went to his long computer desk and pulled out one of the drawers from a small drawer set on the desk. He reached in and grabbed his camera. He turned to her and raised the camera to his face, setting the zoom to take some pictures of Sam.
Sam was standing a few paces into the bedroom, having shut the door as he dug for his camera. She grabbed the corners of the cape, which was really a cut up old tablecloth that she had been loaned by Spencer, and spread it to her sides, turning a sweet smile to him.
The camera flashed then she dropped the cape and moved her left forearm under her breasts, pushing them up under the shirt to 'show off the symbol' on her chest. The too tight white t-shirt was clearly a guy's, Freddie thought- probably Spencer's- that she bisected, but the fact that she had pressed on the special S was really impressive.
Freddie realized what she was doing and focused on from her crossed arm up to her face then eagerly snapping the picture. He snapped a quick second one before she could drop her arm, realizing that she wasn't wearing anything underneath the shirt with how tight it was around her and visibly hardening nipples pushing out the material.
She turned to show her right side and playfully glanced to him, trying to channel how she thought Melanie would act to inspire her to pull off the character as she was supposed to really be sweet and wholesome. She'd spent the last day and half working on this, watching the show, searching the internet for pictures, and designing a look that she thought he'd appreciate. The sparkle in his eye whenever she'd move and he'd snap a shot gave her all the confidence she needed.
After another snap of the camera, Sam dropped her arms and grabbed the corners of the cape again then lifted the end of it slightly and wrapped it around herself. She turned around and looked over her shoulder with a sultry expression.
Freddie half smirked at seeing what she had done with bringing the cape up just a little: it showed off her ass in the tight blue mini-skirt. He pretended not the notice and took two pictures, a portrait with her sizzling look and the second a vertical one that captured most of her, down to mid-thigh.
The superheroine dressed teen turned back around and dropped the cape. She posed a few more times, some innocent, some a little more provocative with how she leaned and cocked her hips.
"Okay, I think that's enough pictures for Ca- Ms. Grant…" Sam felt herself trip slightly, the redhead suddenly flooding her mind. Within a half second though, she had shaken it off and continued, "…and maybe one or two just for your… personal collection."
He looked down to his camera, reviewing some of the pictures, while taking a seat on the edge of the bed then commented, "Right, thank you. I'm sure she'll appreciate them."
Sam answered with a grin, "Good, I want to show you some of my appreciation."
"Really?"
"Oh yes…" Sam nearly purred with a smirk. "I had a little crisis of faith the other day. Didn't believe in myself enough… and then you helped me out. Made me see things so much clearer. Even with my x-ray vision, sometimes I can't see things… but I want to…"
"That's…" the still stunned teen stuttered, "that's good. I'm glad I could help. You should never forget how much you… erm… Supergirl… mean to me… and the world…"
"Oh… I know…" She lazily strolled over to him, stopping between his legs and looked down to him with a hungry look in her eyes. She reached out and took the camera away from him and sat it on the nightstand to her right then started unbuttoning his shirt, surprising the teen in her sudden forwardness. "Now Freddie, I've seen the way you've looked at me all the times we met and while you were taking those photos and if you were any other guy… I'd throw you off the planet into space…"
Freddie chuckled with a nervous grin, feeling that there was a little more to her statement than simply her roleplaying. He knew that she liked the occasional appreciative looks from guys, but leering was an entirely different animal and with Sam's history of violence. "That's… nice to hear."
Sam licked her lips and continued, "But for you… maybe it's different. Maybe… maybe I've been looking at you the same way…"
He returned her teasing with an innocent tone, "You have, Supergirl?"
"Yeah, I'll admit that I find you goofily handsome and the stress of crime fighting can get to me, so… I could use relief just like everyone else."
"Well… you're always welcome to hang out with me…" Freddie replied innocently, trying to figure how he should play this new excursion. Playing oblivious seemed like the way to really get her going enough that she'd act. "We could go out and have some fun. I know a few places or we could stay in and relax. I could order some food and put on Netflix…"
Sam patiently smiled as she finished unbuttoning his last button of his shirt then brushed her hands from his abdomen over his chest then under his shirt to the rest on his shoulders. "I was thinking of something a little more… physical."
Freddie suggested with a clearly acting tone of innocence, "I go to this great gym to workout the stress I feel during the day and I feel great after it."
The blonde lulled her head to the right and answered, "I can see that, but I want something a little more personal… and private."
She knelt down between his legs and reached for his belt and undid the buckle. She went on to his jeans' button and zipper, unbuttoning it and pulling his zipper down. She smiled at seeing that he was straining against his dark boxers, pleased that her idea and posing had gotten to him, even if he wanted to play dumb for whatever reason. She hooked her fingers over the waist and tugged hard, signaling for him to help her out a little.
Freddie decided to simply stand up to help her, allowing her to pull his clothing down to his feet, then sitting back down.
SuperSam quickly undid his shoe laces and pulled his shoes off, haphazardly tossing them to the side. She pulled his jeans and boxers off his ankles and tossed them behind her, managing to get them to land in the chair with his book bag, leaving Freddie completely naked... and at her 'mercy.'
She parted his legs and ran her palms up and down the top of his thighs, enjoying the moment of seeing that he had a notable stiffy for her, but it wasn't quite ready for what she had in mind. She grinned, reaching back to put her hair up slightly, and took him by the base with her right hand then dipped her face forward and took a lazy lick of his spongy crown. The feisty blonde savored his manly taste, free of the initial sweet then salty release she had every intention of getting from him as soon as possible. Sam licked his head again and again, trying to draw out that first bead from the slit, but she quickly grew impatient and started licking further down his shaft, focused more on just relishing the fact that he was, at least for the moment, under her control for once.
Freddie closed his eyes and sighed, tightening his fingers over the edge of the bed while his manhood responded to Sam's lazy licks. He opened his eyes and watched the busty blonde start to leave kisses on the side of his strengthening rod, down to his balls, throwing in a few licks to them in thanks for all the salty goodness they had given her.
"You have no idea how much I love your cock…" she whispered, dropping the Supergirl act a little, practically making out with his member at this point. "Don't think I've mentioned that lately…"
"Well, this is your first time seeing it, right, Supergirl?" he replied giving her a knowing wink.
"Riiighht…" she smirked, sticking her tongue out to lick all over his bell-end like an ice cream cone. "I just meant… you know… I saw it with my X-ray vi… I mean my Sex-Ray vision…"
"Good save…" he laughed. "Though you made it sound like you're doing a porno."
"I came into your bedroom in a superhero costume and instantly started sucking your dick…" Sam said, gripping his base while she looked cynically at him. "Not sure there's any part of that setup that doesn't say 'porn.'"
As Sam went back to work, Freddie considered responding, but the sight of watching Sam perform on him while in the costume caused him to twitch in her hand, causing a mild groan to exit his lips. It was certainly a sight for a fantasy of making love with a superheroine and his mind naturally started imagining what the other girls in his life would look like with a similar theme, especially if they started having the kind of 'fun' the former couple was certainly enjoying at the moment. Jade as Wonder Woman… Tori as Catwoman… the options were limitless…
Sam finally moved back to his crown after a thorough tongue washing, peppered with kisses, and slipped it into her mouth. She moaned around the flesh, enjoying the spongy texture and the first drop of his pre-essence on her tongue. She instinctually wanted more, so she sank further down, taking about half of him into her mouth, pushing the soft head into the back of her throat, where she still felt comfortable. She swirled her tongue around the shaft, taking particular interest in teasing the pulsing vein running under his skin on the dorsal side of his meat. She teased and suckled for about a minute, really moaning and making it a display that she was enjoying him yet struggling to accept him. She pulled her lips off his crown and breathed against the mushroom spongy flesh, "Are you sure you're not Kryptonian… with a cock like this?"
Freddie opened his eyes and chuckled, reminded on how Jade would stroke his ego as she stroked another part of him. "I don't think so… I can't fly or lift a car above my head… uggghhh…" He was cut off from any further comment as Sam accepted nearly all of him with his crown pushing deep into her throat, the tensing muscles massaging his head as she pushed herself for all she could. She still had a bit more of his shaft to take, but didn't try to force it and just swallowed, let the muscles tickle his crown.
"You just fuck like an all-powerful god…" She slowly withdrew, slurping loudly and freely allowed her spittle to run down his shaft, and stroked him in a twisting motion, as she took in a few deep breaths, working her drool into his skin before taking some of his length back into her mouth. She moaned and lazily bobbed about halfway down his shaft while her hand thoroughly stroked him in a circular motion.
While she was distracting and enjoying him, she moved her hand off his thigh and onto her own left thigh. She grabbed the hem of her skirt and ran her fingers back and forth to pull the skirt up enough to expose her white thong. She moved her fingers to slip under her panties and slowly started rubbing her warming crotch. She was already starting to feel that she was certainly leaking with pleasure. She thought perhaps she should dress up more often, as costume ideas danced through her head, though slurping around his mighty meat may have something to do with her arousal.
Freddie closed his eyes again and moved his left hand off the edge of the bed and slipped it to the back of her head, lacing his fingers through her blonde locks. His hand moved in sync with her bobbing, encouraging her instead of setting the pace.
A part of her wanted him to force her head down and shoving his rod down her throat, showing her that he was ultimately in-charge, like he had in her obscenely wet dream the other night, but she was playing on a theme and this was about fulfilling his potential fantasy. She could be considerate when the situation called for it… or if it would just further her own plans.
After what seemed like a few more seconds or could be minutes, Sam couldn't tell as she was so engrossed in enjoying Freddie, she felt him twitching more and greater strength. She pulled away from his shaft and stood up, licking her lips of excess spittle.
"Had enough?" he teased, looking up at her and marveling at her incredible beauty that he feared he never complimented the right way, or near enough. "Has the great Samantha P… er, Kara Zor-El met her match?"
"Not a fucking chance," she cracked with a smile then reached around and pulled the zipper down on the back of the skirt. She turned and wiggled her hips and let the skirt slip off and down her legs, revealing her damp crotch in the white thong. Freddie was again absolutely floored by how perfect her ass looked right now, the round fruit he craved biting into bisected by the thin white material before she turned back to face him.
"You're literally my kryptonite…" Freddie smirked at seeing not only the dampness of her panties, but an 'S' shield on them just like her shirt.
"I hope not… can't have you getting weak on me…" Sam hooked her thumbs between the panties and her skin and yanked them down her legs, bending completely over and causing her tight shirt to fight in holding her breasts. She stood up and allowed him a good view of her bare flesh from her midriff to her feet. "At least, certain parts of you."
She noticed his eyes had zoomed onto her pink, very freshly shaven peach, already glistening with her arousal. She internally smiled as she straddled his lap, taking a firm hold of his shoulders and rubbed her netherlips up and down the underside of his manhood.
Freddie grabbed her ass, getting deep handfuls of her plump ass he swore he'd never belittle again and closed his eyes, groaning with the soft and slick petals moving up and down his shaft.
Sam wrapped her arms behind his neck and whispered into his ear, "So Freddie, do you think you can handle my super-pussy?"
"I would go to Krypton and back just to find out," he answered in a cheeky tone. "But I think I'm just the man for the job…"
The blonde smirked and flicked an eyebrow then pushed up with her knees and reached down to grip him, lining him up to her entrance. She lowered herself a hair and moved his rod back and forth, teasing the crown against her lips and smearing their fluids onto each other's sexes. Sam even pulled it back a bit, covered with her slickness to press against her tightened ring, just to tease, her body still reeling from the way he took her in that dream, drilling her ass until she was an absolute wreck.
They closed their eyes and shared groans and whimpers from the contact, each trying to focus on this moment and sharing this intimate and powerful connection before they truly 'connected.'
Sam opened her eyes and met Freddie's eyes, signaling she was done with teasing, then slowly sank down, her face contorting a hundred different ways as gravity brought her down. He sexily growled out as his crown penetrated her, pushing aside her petals then internal muscles, still surprised at how tight she was every time. She swayed her hips like a hula dancer, working him more and more into her tight, slick confines without hurting herself as she nearly did the last time. She grabbed both his cheeks and crashed her lips against his eager mouth, moaning and whimpering all she was feeling as she struggled to accept him.
After several agonizingly pleasurable seconds, she finished sinking down and resting on his lap. They shared groans and moans of pleasure and exquisite torture of muscles flexing, tightening and trying to relax all at the same time. Sam released his mouth and just stared into his eyes, conveying how much she wanted this and to a greater extent, him.
Sam never felt more complete than when he was deep inside of her. After he had taken her at the club, he'd made sweet passionate love to her, going until they were both spent, coming deep inside her, and not retreating. Staying there until morning, holding her body close to his, arms wrapped around her stomach and breasts, face buried in her hair, unconsciously kissing and thrusting through the night. It made every single romantic fantasy she'd ever had of him feel like nothing.
"Fuck…" She muttered as she moved her hands back onto his shoulders and pushed up with her knees, lifting halfway up then sinking back down on him until she was bouncing on him as she would on a galloping horse. "I'm going to fucking ride you like Comet…"
Freddie smirked at the deep cut reference she clearly pulled from the internet between groans as he was held tightly with each bounce, and hooked his thumbs under the hem of her shirt and pulled up, catching her breasts for a second before they spilled out as he lifted it to her upper chest and stuffed under her armpits. Her beautiful near D cup breasts jiggled with each bounce of her on his lap, being a slightly hypnotic sight. He gripped under her right breast and parted his lips to inhale the flesh around her nipple and flicked the tip of his tongue over her bud while his right hand scooped under her left ass cheek to help her along to bounce on his lap.
"Holy fuckballs… that's right…" Sam's eyes rolled back at the sensation from him devouring her flesh and driving his shaft into her deepest reaches. She wrapped an arm behind his head again to hold him in place to encourage the feasting on her chest while her nails dug into his shoulders. "Momma's- Supergirl's tits ache for your big soft hands and hot and hungry mouth so much Freddie. Show them how super they are…"
Freddie kept up his suckling for a few more seconds, making sure the nub was painfully hard then playfully nipped at it, causing Sam to shudder in his grasp. He kept her off guard with the pleasure by switching to the other bouncing breast, but this time licking and kissing all over it, initially avoiding her nipple to savor her flesh.
As much as his working mouth was driving her nuts, she wanted this to last a little longer, so she grabbed his shoulders and pushed him back. His mouth pulled away from her fleshy marshmallows and pushed onto his back. His hands naturally moved to her hips, his thumbs sliding along her inner thighs as she placed her hands on his stomach and took over bouncing on his shaft.
Sam galloped at a steady pace, giving them both enough pleasure, but not fast enough to set either one of them off in the immediate future. She relished his shaft pushing her muscles aside and his crown tapping her cervix as if they were exchanging playful kisses.
Freddie's eyes were torn between watching Sam's beautiful face twisted in a pleasurable grimace and framed with her golden locks and her bouncing pale chest that was starting to glisten with sweat. Her breath was steadily increasing, causing her chest to heave and bounce harder as they kept going.
"Shit shit shit…" she whispered over and over, his rod pressing tighter against a different wall with every bounce. There was no easy way to get used to it and the pace she was going, and building up more from, wouldn't allow for as much control. Which, of course, was the goal. "I swear I can feel your cock against my lungs…"
"I'm not sure about Kryptonian anatomy, but I doubt that…" he fired back, seeing her weaken a bit so he encouraged her but letting his left middling finger drift toward her stretched wide sex to tease the shiny engorged button. "I just don't want to hurt you…"
"No…" she whispered, looking into his eyes, flashing back to the other night when a very dark version of her perfect lover assaulted her in the dream, focused on making her feel as much pain as pleasure, if not more. The way he talked to her and treated her was deplorable but she still worried that there might be something real mixed in there. "I don't ever feel pain when I'm with you…"
Sam dipped down and captured his lips for a moment, feeling his arms wrap around her, kissing more and more deeply as he ground into her, her soft moans echoing in his mouth as he moved back and forth between slow and deeper thrusts and faster, shallower pushes.
"Fuuuuucckkkkk!" Sam moaned out, feeling herself grow closer, and forced herself away from Freddie, moving back into riding him, falling more and more in love with him as she stared into his kind, and yet hungry, eyes. "I fucking love you so goddamn much…"
"Likewise…" Freddie said, biting his pip as he focused but saw a slight twitch of disappointment cross her face, and immediately realized why. This was not the excited, in the moment type phrase that she had uttered a few times before when they were in the middle of sex. This was the real thing. The raw emotion that could not be more pure or wholesome despite their activity. It deserved the right response. His eyes narrowed and his hand moved up her side, reaching for her cheek and he whispered it out. "I love you, Sam."
As if the visual stimulation wasn't enough, the words were now powering this moment and while it wasn't immediate in the comment's reciprocity, Sam was still happy to hear it. She would deal with her emotions later, because now was all about the two of them in this bed at this moment.
Sam pushed his hands back, centering herself with her hands on his taut stomach and using it as a pivot to bounce harder and faster in the moment. Freddie's manhood felt as if it was in Heaven being surrounded by the smooth, wet and warm velvet that was to first to claim his manhood. His staff jerked in her confines in response to the various stimuli, his body signaling its primal instinct in how it wanted to finish this encounter.
Sam licked her lips then muttered, completely shrugging off the emotional weight, "How does it feel to be in my super-pussy, Freddie? Did you ever think you'd be feeling this? Just an unappreciative reporter being inside me, Supergirl, the hero of the city? I wonder what your friends would say if they could see you now?"
"They wouldn't believe it and if they… shittt… did believe it, they'd practically die of jealousy."
"Damn right they would," Sam huffed as she bounced a little harder on his pelvis, wanting to drive him a little deeper, battering her cervix. "But nobody gets this but you…"
She leaned back and braced her hands on his knees, arching her back and thrusting her breasts upwards, just sliding back and forth to rub her ass against his thighs as his shaft remained in place. She felt more like she was giving him a blowjob with her love canal than fucking him, but that wasn't exactly a bad thing. The new angle of his sliding meat in her velvet opening caused her to roll her eyes back as the top side brushed back and forth over her internal bundle of nerves, setting her clit on fire.
Freddie rolled his head back onto the bed, growling from the new angle of her sliding her canal back and forth around him. He took a deeper breath then let go of her left hip and moved to palm over her tightening abdomen. He moved his thumb down to her love button and started rapidly brushing over it.
"Oh my fucking god Freddie…" she hissed and rolled her head back, glossily staring at the ceiling with the added sensation on the sensitive nub of nerves, causing her juices to flow at a greater rate to keep up lubricating his impressive shaft through her tightening muscles.
He started bucking into her with a rapid burst of energy, causing her moans and groans to raise a pitch higher. She dropped her head back down, staring at him with a desperately pleasurable look, showing that she was racing to the race to the finish line.
She felt the wave about to crash down on her and had enough conscious thought in not wanting to be heard, even if they had the whole apartment, so she leaned forward to lie across him and crashed her lips against him. The last of Freddie's thrusts in the new angle sent her over the edge and her muscles locked, especially the ones around his shaft. Her cries were muffled by trying to battling his tongue while messily kissing him.
Several seconds passed as she was lost in her world that consisted only of the feelings brought about with him then slumped on his solid frame, quivering as all her muscles began to relax from the released tension. Her inner muscles tensed and released, still trying to squeeze out a release from him and allowing her juices slowly leaking around his shaft and onto his short pubic hair.
She lazily kissed him, sucking in breath as she floated down from her nirvana, and he returned the kisses, teasing and suckling her bottom lip with a grin, enjoying the fleeting tender moment he could share with her.
They continued on this way for several minutes, allowing Sam to feel the entire range of emotions and physical stimuli from their encounter, but he was still buried deep in her seldom used love canal and he still hadn't reached his peak.
Freddie sat up, surprising her and got his hands under her ass and scooted to the edge of the bed then stood up, lifting her easily. She wrapped her arms behind his neck, her legs around his hips and locked her ankles over his ass. He walked her to the opposite wall, his cock slightly moving and pulsing in her snug sex, and other side of the bed to press her press her back against the wall. He pulled his hips back then slowly pushed back into her. He peppered her mouth, chin and jaw line with kisses as he sped up pumping her against the wall.
"I've made love to a goddess and an angel…" he whispered, squeezing her ass as he pulled her tightly against him, "… but making love to a superhero right here in my bedroom is something completely new. Absolutely incredible."
"We've made love already," she growled, her body never quite fully recovering and already he was pushing her back to indescribable ecstasy. "Now you get to really fuck the shit out of one."
Sam dug her finger nails into his shoulders, his shirt the only thing preventing her from breaking his skin, as her muscles clamped around him in a feeble attempt to stop him. Her body needed a break after that release, but her soul, and Freddie, needed more, so she would endure any momentary bit of pain to reach a new level of Nirvana.
Freddie pumped into in her in a rapid pace, suddenly inspired by her request to do far more than just make love to her… now he needed nothing more than to fill the animalistic desire, the sound of his pelvis smacking into her wet and wanting sex filled the room and her nectar freely flowed from her flower and down onto his balls which swung hard against her puckered hole, tempting her fantasies further.
The wall banged with each one of his thrusts that drove her ass into the wall, causing any hanging item to tremble and threatening to fall off. If he had given it any real thought, he'd be grateful that he was making love to her against a wall that faced into his apartment and keeping the neighbors from hearing them. But his mind couldn't have cared less about a disturbance… he was deep inside the molten pussy of a literal Supergirl and if anyone wanted to get in his way of enjoying that, they could go fuck themselves.
Sam was becoming unglued as he battered her muscles apart and driving her into the wall. Her muscles tensed and relaxed in a continuous cycle as her body was bombarded with waves of pleasure. She may have had a nearly mind frying release only minutes ago, but with him driving in and out of her like a piston to a high performance vehicle, his lower pelvis smacking her love button and his complete dominance over her in using her, however unintentionally, as a sex doll, she was racing to another release.
She desperately muttered into his right ear, "I'm… fucking god Freddie… you're going to… I'm fuckiiinnnngggg shiiiitttt…"
Sam was about to scream again, but Freddie found her mouth and shoved his tongue past her lips. He thrust one more time, driving as deep as he could manage and ground against her pelvis.
The act snapped the tension building her body and she exploded with every nerve in her body feeling like it was firing off. She would have shaken the whole building with her scream if Freddie had not swallowed it, holding her in perfect place while she was struck by the orgasmic lightning. Her thighs clamped around his hips while her velvet vice clenched around him, trying to milk him for his precious release, but she was once again denied.
Sam shivered and quaked as her ripple dissipated and conscious thought returned to her. Freddie was there to lazily and affectionately kiss her, assuring her, without a single word, that she was safe in his arms and that there were people in this world that genuinely loved and cared about her.
Once she relaxed enough, she coyly demanded through bated breath, "You've made me come twice, but you still haven't done what I'm betting you've wanted to do every time you have seen me." She tightened her muscles around his still hard shaft to make her point.
"No, I haven't," he replied with a huff, knowing that his own release wasn't far off at all. "But it should be a treat for you."
He withdrew from her quivering opening and allowed her to sink to her knees.
She looked up to him with heavy eyes while her chest heaved for breath. She swallowed a few times then sucked in a few more heavy breaths. She was supposed to be playing the role of powerful superheroine, but he's the one that was standing over her with all the power, his glistening cock like a sun blocking obelisk above her head. She didn't spare any more thoughts on the dichotomy and grabbed his left hip and gripped his twitching and coated shaft. She looked up at him with hungry and submissive eyes as she rapidly stroked him, trying to get him to blast. She encouraged with a husky voice, "Come on Freddie, time to give your heroine the treat she's worked so hard for."
Freddie braced his hands on the wall and kept his gaze down to her, watching her eagerly submit to him with rapid stroking and the occasional slipping into her mouth to suckle on his crown.
"Unnnghhh…" he groaned out, knowing this was definitely it and it felt like it would be a strong release. Only a few more seconds past under her ministrations until the tension in his lower pelvis snapped and he growled out, "Sam, I'm going to… here it comes…"
Sam pulled her mouth off of him and stuck out her tongue, obediently looking up at him with pleading eyes.
He clenched his teeth and growled, surrendering to the rush of euphoria that swept through him, "Fuuccckkk Saaaaammm…"
His first shot blasted out of his tip and hit her upper lip and over her left cheek then the following shots hit her stuck out tongue, painting it in whitey goodness and the following shots on her chin.
Sam stroked him to encourage him to release all his build up, wanting to get and savor every last drop he had stored up. After several more seconds, she realized he had emptied for that time with only a lazy dribble coming from is little eye. She licked it off with the tip of her tongue without spilling what was already resting on it then closed her mouth. She rolled the globular substance with her tongue all around her mouth, moaning as the salty taste dance on her taste buds.
Freddie sighed and pulled back a little, feeling pleasurable lull sweep over him, and watched as she relished his release like a fine dessert.
She finished playing with her treat and visibly and audibly swallowed his release. She licked her lips to get his first blast and brought her finger to her cheek to scoop up the portion of a partial facial. She slipped her covered finger into her mouth and licked it clean. She wiped her cheek and licked her lips several more times to make sure she got all of it and once satisfied she was cleaned inside and out, she stood up on wobbly legs. She brought her arms over his shoulders and behind his neck.
They shared a quick kiss and relished in the afterglow of their little role play, occasionally sighing, moaning and groaning into each others mouths.
Sam was the first to break the kiss and looked to him with satisfied eyes, but with a smirk. She pulled down her shirt back down to her midriff, suppressing a sigh with the material brushing over her still hard and sensitive nipples, then attempted to step back as she commented, "I guess I'll be going now. You never know when someone needs my hel—"
She was interrupted when he dipped down and slipped his arm behind her knees to pick her up. She squealed in surprise, but made no complaint as he walked her to the bed and laid her on it. He slipped up beside her and pulled her back to his chest, forming a partial spooning position. He rubbed a hand up and down her occasionally still quivering stomach and snuggled his face against the side of her neck.
"I think even Supergirl deserves a little rest…" He kissed her ear and whispered with a mighty smirk, "and a place to hang her cape every now and again."
Sam slumped in his grasp and bed, allowing the moment of respite and just letting the moment take place without deeper thought. "Throw in a shower and I'll never leave…"
"As it so happens…" he whispered, pointing to his bathroom. "But I don't know about towels or wash cloths… to clean with… suppose I could use my hands but I'm not sure how clean I could get you before things got very, very dirty."
"Sounds pretty dangerous…" she muttered sardonically as she sat up and quickly removed all her freshly thrown on clothes, completely naked by the time she reached the bathroom. "But a hero's life is all about risk, right?"
I hope that was... super enjoyable. If you liked this, there might be a little bit more about our characters playing hero and a few other variations of dress up around the corner soon enough. Speaking of the upcoming stuff, the next chapter will be a pretty long one, with one extra special scene, that I know at least one of you will truly appreciate seeing, so I'm debating breaking it into pieces and posting a few times throughout the day and evening tomorrow. Thoughts? Looking forward to the reviews on this one for sure and I really appreciate those. SVAD and I have been working hard to get it all in line so there's not much of a time break between this bridge piece and KTR3. Thanks for reading.