Intimate Desires
From chapter 18 of the discontinued fanfiction of mine named Batman: war of the worlds.
Warning: Heavy and explicit sexual content.
It was raining heavily when Bruce and Diana arrived early in the evening.
Diana did grab Bruce's waiting hand as she reached the top stair. She found him staring at her. "What is it?"
"You look beautiful." Diana wasn't a woman hungry for a man's attention, but she loved compliments given to her by Bruce. "You say that because you know I will kiss you for it." She bit his lower lips after a peck turned into a smooch.
"Would you like to come inside?" she asks at the end of the kiss. Diana asked Bruce to simply turn the doorknob.
Bruce took a breath and looked at the sight in front of him. All legs in a black bodycon mini dress that accentuated her curves, Diana stood confidently, waiting for his response. Bruce couldn't help but feel a surge of desire as he admired her stunning appearance.
"It looks like bad weather, Bruce," she said, biting down on her lips.
He stared at the horizon. "It does."
"Come in," She said finally, not being able to take his critical silence any longer, and she entered.
He blew out a breath as he favoured himself with another look at Diana's long legs before he closed the door behind him. Damn, that dress was short.
Diana stood at the living room's door, aware of the weight and heat of his gaze lingering on her.
She turned around and looked at him for a few seconds, unsure whether she should start this little game or not.
It usually began with him pressing her on something he knew she would be opposed to, such as joining the Justice League or Themyscira with Men's World.
"So, What do we do then?" She asked him, meeting his gaze bravely. Diana faced him head-on and bit her lip with a smirk. She knew that he was taken aback because he was eyeing her suspiciously from his place near the door. But she was determined to play along, ready to challenge him in return. She straightened her posture and crossed her arms, a playful glint in her eyes as she awaited his response.
She watched him swallow as he pondered her question as if he were thinking about it in great detail.
Bruce removed his top-collar button and said, "Diana." There was a change in the timbre of his voice.
She promised him something in return if he came back alive from the dangerous heist mission from Apokolips. Batman, Superman, Cyborg, and Flash jumped the portal to reach Apokolips and steal a piece of valuable information about stabilising the earth's core, which was compromised after the war with Kalibak and Greyvan.
The mission was successful, but they lost a part of Cyborg to Darkseid's army. Now that he is selectively functional as a master database in Justice League, it will take some weeks to sync him back. Despite the loss of a part of Cyborg, the Justice League considered the mission a success as they were able to retrieve the valuable information needed to stabilise the earth's core. However, they knew that it would take time and effort to fully restore Cyborg's functionality and integrate him back into the team. In the meantime, they were determined to use the information they obtained to protect Earth from any further threats.
"This dress looks ravishing on you." His voice was a little lower than usual, and his eyes flickered between her face and her thighs. She noticed and swallowed.
He closed in, and She sighed as he leaned in to capture her lips with his own. Diana wound her arms around his neck and kissed him back eagerly. Greedily. Her hips moved against him of their own accord as large hands went under her dress from behind and cupped her ass through her dress.
By now, Diana knew the signs that a man was wanting more. She and Bruce had made out before, but they'd kept it to just kisses and fondling of his and her bodies through clothing. This was the first time he was boldly making overtures to move beyond that, and she found that since she had started to fantasise about them in more intimate positions, she was very tempted to see where this could go.
He bent and softly nipped her through the fabric of the wet dress. Then he sucked at her hard.
Diana gasped and almost felt her legs buckle, a lightning bolt of pleasure shooting through her. She was a little stunned by the intensity and the heat developing in her lower body.
"Gods...Bruce...I..." One hand clung to his shoulder, and the other raked her fingers in his hair as he moved to her other breast. The room was filled with a symphony of their heavy breathing and the sound of their hearts pounding in sync. Every touch, every kiss, sent waves of desire crashing over Diana like a tidal wave. Her mind was clouded with a mixture of pleasure and longing, a hunger she had never experienced before. As Bruce continued to explore her body with his skilled hands and lips, she found herself losing control, surrendering to the overwhelming passion that consumed them both. The world outside ceased to exist, and in that moment, all that mattered was the electrifying connection they shared.
Bruce picked up Diana and carried her to her bed. He gently placed Diana in the middle and lay beside her. He tenderly brushed his fingers against her cheek, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and adoration. A sense of longing and connection enveloped them both.
Did she know what she was doing to him?
Of course she did.
His current view of her didn't help, either. She was absolutely stunning. She sat there opposite him, her ankles crossed over each other and her thighs firmly brought together. The dress didn't help, showing off more flesh than he had ever seen of her. Those legs... seemed to stretch on for miles, enticing him with their smoothness and curves. The way the fabric clung to her every contour only heightened his desire, leaving him yearning to run his hands up and down her tantalizingly exposed skin. He couldn't tear his gaze away, captivated by the intoxicating combination of vulnerability and confidence that radiated from her. It was as if she knew the effect she had on him, and she reveled in the power she held over his senses.
"So, sweetness, what is going on in your mind?" in a low voice, taking a breath to steady himself as he watched her eyes light up in victory to know that she had made him play along.
Diana smiled coyly. "What do you mean?"
She smiled coyly, but there wasn't anything coy about what Diana wanted. "Don't try that with me. What are you up to? What do you want me to do?"
The silence stretched on between them for a little too long.
"Say something." He breathed out at her, his eyes glazing over. He suddenly looked desperate for a verbal answer from her. "Tell me I'm not the only one who wants this right now, Diana."
She made up her mind. She felt brave.
She readied herself as she looked at his face. She took in his desperate expression and how his body language told her that he was wanting to touch her and be near her. She wanted this just as much as he did, and she hoped her body language said the same thing.
She took a deep breath and then felt the cool air hit her between her thighs as she oh-so-slowly opened her legs to him, baring herself little by little until her thighs were halfway spread. She bit her lip and waited for his words. She wanted him to realise that she had been wet and bare for him all evening. His presence had done that to her. His gaze intensified, and she could feel the heat of desire radiating from him. She had never seen him like this before, so consumed by raw passion. His jaw was hanging slack, and his eyes were on fire.
It was slow, in the smallest of increments, like she was fully intending to torture him. Her eyes never wavered from his face, gagging at his reaction, and he knew by the look on her face that she liked his reaction.
"Diana..." He breathed out, unable to stop himself.
Her thighs were spread slightly for him, allowing him a full view of her lips, clean-shaven and glistening slightly with her own wetness. He licked his lips subconsciously, his cock hardening in his pants.
As the tension between them grew, she leaned in closer, her hot breath mingling with his.
Diana grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him to her, closing the space between them. "I need you." She claimed Bruce's mouth. When his lips parted, she didn't waste time slipping her tongue inside.
Bruce felt Diana's hand slide down his shirt to his pants, brushing against his sex. Bruce took her hand and wrapped it around his. He gently pulled her hand away from his hard cock, slowly pushing her body so Diana lay on her back with her arms pinned over her head and Bruce's body pinning hers.
The passion in the kiss grew as Bruce settled on top of Diana. When he rubbed against her with subtle thrusting, Diana's hips jerked at the contact. Bruce broke the kiss. He gazed at Diana's beautiful, flushed face. She looked so tempting and desirable. Bruce couldn't resist the urge any longer, his desire for Diana consumed every inch of his being. With hunger in his eyes, he leaned down to capture her lips once again, his hands roaming her body with a fervent need, and he manoeuvred himself until he was at Diana's legs.
His hands slid up Diana's legs, pushing up her dress to her waist and revealing more of her beautiful legs. His eyes were fixed on the junction between her thighs as he moved slowly on his knees.
He teased Diana, hooked his hands under her knees, and lifted them over his legs, spreading her open and kissing his way up one thigh, his eyes travelling between hers and then down to her core. She was unbelievable.
Diana dropped back onto the bed, hands over her mouth, and shifted her legs, settling them over Bruce's shoulders.
"How about a tease?" He wrapped his arms around her thighs, shoving her backward to position her to his liking, and bent down to her. Without hesitating, he licked her in one long stroke before starting a teasing exploration of her body. Diana quivered under him.
Bruce raised his head, smiling. "Do you like it?" Diana slowly nodded and didn't have any hope of keeping back her moan. She raised her hips, offering herself up to his mouth.
"So good," he said, his tongue devouring the inside of her thigh and his breath hot on her mound.
"Do you trust me?" he asked, lifting his head and rubbing his thumb over her clit. Diana's breath hitched as Bruce's question hung in the air. Trust was a delicate thing, a vulnerability she had rarely allowed herself to experience. But in this moment, as his thumb caressed her most sensitive spot, she felt an undeniable connection — a sense of safety and desire intermingled. She gazed into his eyes, searching for any hint of deception, but all she found was a genuine sincerity that sent a shiver down her spine. Slowly, she nodded, her voice barely a whisper, "Yes, Bruce. I trust you."
He kissed her leg and easily slid two fingers into her, drawing them out to rub them over his lips. "I don't know about you, but I'm starting to like this."
"Yeah?" he asked again as he pressed his hand over her stomach and pinned her in place. She gasped and lifted her hips against the bed. He dragged his fingers across her mound, gently pinching her clit.
"Yes..." She had never said those words out loud before.
He bent down and flicked the point of his tongue over her clit once. "You look beautiful, Diana," he said, glancing up at her through his lashes and giving another flick.
And she could not open her eyes, her hands fisting in the hair on his head as he continued to lap at her clit with his tongue, her mouth opening in rapture at the feeling of it.
He flicked harder, dropped his head, and sucked hard on her clit.
And then his hands moved, and she felt her dress being jammed up over her hips and knotting to her waist, putting her in full view for him as Bruce grumbled impatiently to himself, "YOU. TASTE. GOOD. DIANA"
She groaned as he kissed her directly on her clit with each word he spoke, her nerve endings alight with the feeling.
Humming under her breath, Diana threaded her fingers through Bruce's hair, his head bobbing under her hands. He worked his tongue through her folds, over her clit, and inside her cunt. He grabbed her hips and lifted her to his mouth, pulling another scream out of her.
The more he tasted her, the more he wanted her, and the more he loved her with his mouth.
She felt one of his hands reaching up to just above her knee, and she felt his teeth scraping delicately over her sensitive clit.
"Ah, Hera, yes!" Diana screamed, not understanding the words coming from her mouth.
And then she felt the tips of his fingers pulling down the top of her dress, finding one of her nipples and rubbing it gently with the pad of his thumb, coaxing it out to play.
She groaned in appreciation as he cupped her breast, still thumbing her pebbled nipple and tweaking it, causing her to suck in the air.
His long fingers slipped inside her, twisting to find her G-spot. She arched her back and clawed at the blanket, her body tightening with need. Bruce's tongue shifted rhythm, and Diana moaned.
"Do you know how badly I've wanted this for so long?" His voice was hot and heavy, and his fingers moved slowly and torturously inside her.
Bruce blew against her clit before lapping at it with his tongue.
"Me too." She whimpered, closing her eyes. He cupped a hand around one of her breasts again, still playing with the nipple, as he started to thrust his fingers in and out of her heat a little faster as her hips moved to meet him.
She knew she was begging him to keep going, pleading with him for more, but she couldn't hear her own words. Her heart was thundering in her ears, the rush of her pulse blocking out every other sound.
She wound her hands through his hair tighter and then made her way lower, grabbing onto his shoulders as she felt his fingers stretching her. His groans and moans were such pained, attractive little notes, and she felt like she had to look down and see his face.
Diana forced her eyelids open as she felt a third finger enter and stretch her, and the face below her was the most beautiful, vulnerable, and masculine thing that she had ever seen. He was lost to her.
She was not just on the receiving end of all of this. He was feeling it too.
And it was empowering. She was more in control of her body now. She moved her hips to match the rhythm of his fingers. It felt so good. The weight of him on her open thighs, the solid length of him splayed out below her
This was how it was supposed to feel with a man.
"Bruce," she whispered as she raised her legs up to rest them around his shoulders, opening her up further to him.
"Sweatheart…" She was so close, and Bruce had found exactly the right speed and pressure to send her over the edge. He started thrusting his fingers inside of her in earnest now. Drilling into her.
"Oh my God—"
She let go of his shoulders, flopped her arms down, and just let him ram into her with his fingers, her body arching up from the bed with each stroke.
"Do it for me, Diana; I want to feel you." He rasped out, his eyes on her core as she squeezed his fingers.
She screamed as waves of incredible pleasure washed over her like she had never known. Her hips continuously spasmed as the wave of her first orgasm washed over her. She clamped down on Bruce's fingers with a scream, and he sucked her clit into her mouth, scrabbling at his free hand. He laced his fingers in hers and held on tight as she rode out her climax, shuddering through every second of it and calling his name.
Diana could still feel the aftershocks running through her when she felt the warmth of him leave her, but not before he kissed the insides of her thighs slowly, lavishing her with attention.
Her eyes finally opened to look at him, his hair all mussed from her fingers running through it. His mouth was still shiny from her own juices.
He lay on his side, propping his head on an elbow. Diana snuggled closer to him.
"Bruce," She breathed out, shaking her head a little. "I-" Unable to comprehend a sentence about how she just felt, she wrapped an arm around Bruce's neck and kissed him, conveying a depth of emotion that words couldn't capture. In that moment, they both knew that their bond went beyond physical desire, transcending into something much more profound.