The Perfect Shave
Diana loves and can't resist the superbeard. When it's time for Kal to shave, they have to make a compromise ;)
Clark Kent wiped the fog off the bathroom mirror, after getting out the shower. He sighed examining his face contemplating whether or not to shave his beard. He had grown used to it and liked it. His fiancé Diana Prince loved it.
But Superman had to be cleaned shaved for the closer public appearance and it would make it much more difficult with secret identity having Clark Kent and Superman rocking the beard.
Diana walked into the bathroom and leaned against the side of the door like she always did. She observed her man. He's naked...well half naked that is, with only a towel wrapped around his waist. Her body, her hormones were raving, heart jumped to an alarming rate, as she gazed at his glistening, scupltured body.
He was about to do something but he stops and turned around to face her, he grins, What is he up to?
"What are you doing, Kal?"
"I gotta let it go, Di."
"Let what go?"
"The beard..." he said lowly giving her a sad look.
Diana gasped and pouted folding her arms. "No! You know how much I love the beard." Clark's beard was one of the sexiest things she had ever seen.
Clark laughed. "Yeah, I know."
Diana walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. She sighed dramatically.
"Well if you must...how about I help you shave?"
"I think that would be better."
"I also want to have you one more time with it." Diana have him a lustful look.
Clark groaned in response.
Diana made Clark's towel drop to the floor and untied her robe, letting it flutter to the ground, revealing nothing at all underneath. And, Clark's observant eyes noticed, she was already showing every sign of arousal; pert nipples: swollen folds, flush skin... He groaned again softly at that, drinking her in with his eyes.
"Oh, Diana..." he breathed, nodding and gesturing towards the bed.
Diana swept the back of her hands gently over Clark's beard and kissed him. She loved bringing her hands up to Clark's face so she could run her fingers through it. It was so soft. She enjoyed the sensation of his lightly scratchy beard brushing her chin and cheeks as they kissed. Clark's lips were smooth, and firm, moulding to hers so effortlessly that it made her head spin.
Diana laughed into his mouth, causing him to break the kiss.
"What?" he asked.
"It still tickles every time."
Clark grinned and pulled her close raining numerous kisses down upon her cheeks, jaw, and neck, making her giggle all the more at the novel sensation. He tilted his jaw so that he had easier access to her mouth and slipped his tongue into her mouth, smiling at the contact. He began to rub slow circles onto her back, lightly massaging. His hands trailed down to her ass, gripping to lift her up and Diana wrapped her legs around his waist.
Clark floated out the bathroom to the bed and gently laid Diana down. He grinned and hovered above her, pressing another kiss onto her mouth.
Diana hands slid down to knot into his hair until they trailed down even more and they came to rest on his cheeks. She rubbed her fingers into his facial hair and moaned into his mouth.
The kisses were hot and passionate and seemed to go on for ages, until Clark dropped his lips to Diana's neck, kissing softly at first, but soon turning to biting and sucking slowly. She cried out, digging into his back. He kept moving downwards, making his way to Diana's nipples before taking one in his mouth, sucking and lapping on it gently.
"A-ah, Kal!" Diana groaned, biting her lip.
Clark knelt his fingers in between her legs, feeling the wetness there.
"Di...," he whispered, trailing his fingers along her slit.
She sucked in a deep breath as he moaned. She felt so nice.
Clark kissed Diana gently as he slowly pushed his finger inside her. Swallowing Diana's moan of appreciation, Clark added another finger. Diana tangled her hands in his hair and arched her back as he moved his fingers inside her. She felt so full; it felt so good.
Diana was so overwhelmed with pleasure. She watched as he made his way down her body, kissing and nipping and caressing, his beard tickling her stomach.
"Please," she begged and she could feel the pressure of anticipation building as he breathed in—so close–but still too far.
The scent of her arousal caused his own sex to twitch with desire. Diana's hands gripped the sheets as his beard scratched gently against the inside of her thighs. Diana shuddered as Clark's mouth climbed higher and higher, nuzzling softly between her legs before, finally, reaching out and tasting her.
The first tentative lick had her inhaling sharply.
With the second lap of his tongue, firmer now, accompanied by his thumb circling her. Her fingers curled into the sheet even more.
Her hips bucked slightly as he explored her wetness with his tongue, the soft bristles on his chin teasing the swollen skin of her sex, and as his tongue traced the slit, pulling the taste from her, teasing the little bundle of nerves so that Diana gasped and moaned, hands jumping to his head, struggling to keep some level of composure. His tongue was unrelenting against her and the sensual touch was enough to spin her world faster.
She was used to Clark lavishing her in such a fashion since it was one of their favorite parts of sex and Clark loves to watch her writhe under his touch, but with the addition of the beard tickling against the most sensitive part of her body she was quivering in seconds. Clark's tongue penetrated her, causing Diana to cry out, one hand twisting in the fabric of their bed, as Clark brought her to completion.
Her chest heaved as Diana struggled for breath, as Clark, smiling in satisfaction, rolled over to the side, hand gently running up the curve of her hip.
Diana could taste herself on his lips when he kissed her again and Diana was delighted as her fingers shifted on his cheeks.
"Mmmh...you are irresistible, my Love," she breathed, rolling over until she was straddling his hips.
Diana reached down and began to palm him. Clark shut his eyes, gritting his teeth. She squeezed harder, enjoying his groans. She grinned, quirking an eyebrow at him. Before he could realize what she was doing, she'd slid herself onto his length.
"If you don't mind," she said, "I plan on riding you."
He didn't mind at all and therefore, he helped guide her into him.
Diana's breath quickened as she began to slide up and down. Clark's eyes were closed and his breaths were low and erratic. He brought his hands around to rest firmly on her back. Diana pushed some of her hair back before pressing her hands into his chest, trailing them up to his face, to lie them on his facial hair yet again. Clark began to meet her for every thrust, making the sensations harder and more intense.
As she moved up and down on him, Clark began to rub circles on her clit.
"Ahh!" she exclaimed, speeding up, "pl-please don't stop!"
Of course he wouldn't, not after hearing how it made her scream. He picked up his pace and adding another finger to his routine as she began to go faster and faster until suddenly.
"Oh, Gods, Kal!" she exclaimed, her walls tightening around him and clenching him inside. This sensation proved too much.
She placed her hands on his chest and continued to ride him. Clark immediately placed his hands on her hips, increasing her pace drastically. Diana screamed his named again.
Her mouth dropped open and she drew in a huge audible breath. With her head thrown back, she was spasming around him in little fluttery ripples.
Clark was so immersed in watching his beautiful fiancé that he didn't realize what it was doing to him until it was too late. His shoulders lifted from the bed with the strength of his release. Diana was still thrusting lightly as she rode out the aftershocks of her climax, and it was giving him the most unbelievable satisfaction.
Smiling softly, Diana bent down and captured Clark's lips with hers in a deep, passionate kiss.
It took a moment for the two of them to regain their composure and for their breathing and heartbeats to return to normal. When they did, Diana pulled off of him and rested her body on top of his.
"Mmm," Diana said, running her tongue over her own bottom lip. "Shaving is overrated."
Clark kissed her hair and said, "you just made it harder for this decision."
She giggled. "I'm sorry, Love. But like I said, I'll help you." She leaned up and kissed him before getting out of bed.
Clark sat up and sat on the edge of the bed.
Diana came back with a fresh towel and a dagger...a magic dagger. She smiled as she wrapped the towel around his neck.
"Don't worry, Beloved. I won't cut you," she told him.
"I know you won't," he answered with a smile.
"You'll look so different," she laughed, "I'll hardly recognize you."
Clark smirked, "Funny... real funny."
"One more kiss before I get started."
Diana kissed him softly and Clark kissed back with more vigor than Diana had been expecting. Diana loved how Clark's mustache brushed softly against her upper lip. She pulled away while still having her fingers tangled in his beard.
"Diana, you are seriously making this difficult."
"Well let me get started," Diana smiled.
There was a certain sensual enjoyment to be had in the experience, too, Clark realized with pleased surprise. The blade, just barely touching his skin, was somehow almost ticklish when wielded by Diana's soft hand, then she scraped it lightly against his flesh, just whispering its presence there.
A soft sigh escaped him, and he closed his eyes.
"Are you all right?" she asked gently, the blade stilling against his cheek.
"Fine," he assured her, opening his eyes again. "I just didn't realize it could be so enjoyable, having you do this. And bonus you are naked."
Clark reached around her, squeezing her left ass cheek.
Diana gasped. "Kal! Stop! No, distractions."
"Diana, you are naked, how can that not be a distraction?"
"Oh, hush and tilt your head back."
Clark did as directed, closing his eyes again and smiling up at her.
"You are so comical," she whispered, slowly finishing his face.
He opened his eyes, peering carefully up into her face watching her face as she worked. Her expression was was calm. She was so damn beautiful and it felt good to have these kind of moments with Diana. It's small and simply but means so much.
He was so vulnerable, sitting there, letting her slide the sharp magical blade up and down his throat, and he'd never enjoyed a feeling of powerlessness so much in his life. She was in total control, and that left him feeling strangely liberated. He didn't really understand it, but he quite enjoyed the sensation, and the impression of power that she carried with her as she wielded the blade. He'd always appreciated how strong she was, and this just made her more so. He liked it when Diana took charge and, for some reason, being under her power turned him on more and more.
As Diana wiped the blade onto the towel for the final time, Clark wrapped his arms around her and drew her into his lap, cradling her close.
"Are you all right?"
"Yeah...thanks, Di," he answered quietly, pressing his face into her neck.
Diana giggled. "So smooth." Biting her lip, she kissed him, murmuring against his lips, "you clearly enjoyed that. I saw the look on your face."
"I did enjoy it. It felt good. Oddly sensual."
"It was a little thrilling using a magical blade."
"So now instead of lazering with my eyes, I wouldn't mind getting a shave this way."
"Then so be it," she grinned. "I like doing things that make you feel good. You know that. But I won't always be naked."
"I like doing things that make you feel good, too," he answered, kissing her neck. "But you know, we will find a way to get you naked."
"By Gods, Kal!" she laughed, leaning back a bit. "You are ridiculous."
"But you love it, don't you?" he asked chuckling.
She smiled at that. "I can't deny. It's part of your charm."
"And there's no resisting the Kryptonian Smallville charm," he teased, winking.
"Mmmh...my only weakness." She was giving him a warm smile, loving and almost nurturing, but still somehow sensual as if she, too, was enjoying this on a level beyond the merely emotional.
The almost hungry look on her face made her feelings clear enough.
Diana got the towel from around his neck. "Let me put all of this up. I'll be back shortly."
"I'll help."
"I got it, Darling," Diana assured giving him a light peck.
Clark sat back on the bed with his hands behind his head watching Diana as she walked back and forth.
He smiled proud to have Diana in his life as his divine beautiful soulmate. He could watch her walk around the house naked everyday for the rest of his life. Those curves of hers were mesmerizing. Plump voluptuous breasts like soft fluffy pillows and an ass he loved to hold on to. Delicious looking cakes he wanted to sink his teeth into.
Clark smirked. He was definitely having a craving for cake now.
As Diana walked out the bathroom, she glanced up at Clark. Then stood there putting her hands on her hips. "What are smiling like that for, Kal?"
"I was just...thinking..."
"Of?"
"You."
Diana quirked her brow giving him a questionable look. But, oh what a sight she had with him there, as the dim room light gently dances on his bare skin. The sight is something to remember, she loved him like this, being so comfortably open with her as she was with him. He's the man she fell in love with. The man that captured her heart the moment they met. When she looked into his eyes, there was an instant spiritual connection.
"Kal?"
"Yeah, Di?"
"I love you."
"I love you, too," he smiled. "Come here."
Diana smiled and seductively walked over to him crawling on top of the bed. Clark pulled her to straddle him. Diana's lips pressed into his and it was not long before their crushing lips parted and they continued to deepen the kiss.
His hands automatically began to roam over her back, with one moving to grasp the back of her neck, while the other found its way to grip her ass.
When her mouth finally released its death grip on his she had managed to suck his bottom lip into her mouth. The sensation when she released his lip and the sudden availability of added oxygen caused Clark to grip her ass tighter. He felt her tongue begin to trail down the center of his bare chin and all ability to think or breathe disappeared. His desperation for air only increased when she continued to drag her tongue along the underside of his chin all the way to his neck, before kissing her way back to his chin.
She drew the tip of his smooth chin into her mouth and his whole body came alive with the ripples of pleasure that washed through him. It took him nearly a minute to realize she had pulled away and was staring at him with a dangerous smile on her face.
"You know, either way, I can't get enough of you. Unshaved or cleaned, both has its advantages."
"Turn around for me, Di."
Diana smiled and turned kneeling over Clark's hips, facing away from him, looking back over her shoulder at him who had the most slyest grin on his face.
Clark patted Diana's hip invitingly, reaching forward, he pushed her ass up a little then smoothed his hands over her ass, rubbing lightly.
His hands groped and slid between her beautiful Amazonian cakes, sending pleasure up and down her nerve endings. Diana rested her head in her arms, and mewling at every one of Clark's touches, groaning an enthusiastic, "Yes..."
"I have a craving, Di. A very sweet craving. That only you can satisfy."
Her muscles tightened at those words and the permissive, possessive touch, Clark's hands were firm on her, manipulating the flesh easily in his strong grasp. Clark shoved her legs apart and buried his face between her. Using his tongue, he licked, letting it dip over the opening occasionally. Diana head looked back at him with surprise. Winking, Clark finally pushed his tongue into her. Diana began to breathe deeply and dropped her head to rest her head in her arms again.
Forcing his tongue all the way, Clark reveled as moan's escaped the Amazon's mouth.
"Oh, Gods, Kal, I-"
Her words faded into a garbled moan as his tongue found her clit. She arched her back, lifting her ass into the air to grant him better access. He moved his head back and forth, gliding his tongue against her. She groaned and pushed herself against his face even more.
"Feels good?" He murmured, running a hand over her soft, round ass again.
"Ye...oh, Gods..." She couldn't answer properly.
Clark chuckled, planting soft kisses along the inside crease of her thigh, and over her ass cheeks.
"More?"
Diana whimpered, taking hold of the covers and Clark ran his finger through her wet slit, then sucked the juices off of it.
Clark grinned and gently bit down on the curve of her ass cheek. She squeaked in surprise and pleasure. He gave one quick lap at her before pulling back again.
Diana raised herself a little higher on her knees, held him loosely in her hand before slowly, deliberately, lowering herself onto him, her eyes fluttering shut as he filled her, her inner muscles contracting around him, welcoming him, urging him.
She pushed back a little more, catching her breath and paused. Clark's hands mapped her upper body, his fingers exploring every line and curve and swell of muscle over bone and she quivered beneath his touch.
"Diana..." Clark said, his voice strained, his hands tight on Diana's hips.
Rolling her hips just a little, she took another inch of him inside her.
Clark smoothed his hand up Diana's spine as light as he could, making Diana's nerves stand on end with pleasure.. "Go slow, Di."
She sat back a little further, and took more of Clark in. Her spine arching more as she was filled up. A soft keen started up in her throat. An urge to just push back, more and take it all in flared up inside her, but she beat it back, clinging to Clark's words; go slow.
"Kal...this...feels so good."
She bent her body forward and hitched her hips back. She settled her hands on Clark's thighs for leverage, and started rocking slowly against Clark's half-encased length, pulling off just a little, but then pushing back and taking in more.
The gentle rocking, a torment to Clark, eased him in deeper. Diana slowly rose up and then back down, over and over, establishing a steady rhythm, savoring the feel of him thickly inside of her, in and out, an even cadence. She relished in the moans and whispers that floated from him behind her as she increased her pace, her movements fluid and measured, as though in time to some invisible metronome.
Diana glanced over her shoulder. She saw her lover biting his lip harshly, holding back the urge to thrust up into her, forcing her to ride hard.
Diana closed her eyes tightly, gasping at the feeling of fullness, and heard Clark echo her with a deep groan of his own.
"Nng, Di, my sexy Goddess," Clark cooed, saying sweet nothings. "Lean back a little more," he urged, touching Diana's sides. "Brace your hands here, see how that feels."
Diana nodded and slowly leaned back and moved her hands up to brace on his stomach. The angle of Clark's length inside her changed and nudged up hard against her spot, making her cry out shakily as he scrabbled for purchase against Clark's stomach. She leaned back heavily, rolling her hips slowly and clenching around him.
Diana moaned, bucking her hips. She'd never been on top this way before, letting Clark jut up inside her like this. She was amazed by how wonderful it felt.
Clark groaned as his hips jerked up a little, and Diana felt it, deep inside. She moved up slowly, drawing her hips up, and letting her breath hitch at the pull against her skin. Then she dropped back down again, shuddering hard at that feeling of Clark again pressed against her sweet spot.
He kneaded her back with strong fingers that dug into her flesh, massaging, caressing, sending ripples of pleasure throughout her upper body, gentle moans ascending her throat.
On each circuit, she pulled up a little more, exposing more of Clark to the air before pushing back down again. A little more each time, leaning forward and back to make the motions easier. Clark made more satisfying sounds behind her, and gripped Diana's hips, not to control her, but to show her encouragement. His hands were hard on Diana's hips, almost bruising, but he moved with his Goddess, not forcing her anywhere.
"Good, Di. Keep going just like that," he said, his voice husky and strained. "God, seeing you like this…" he trailed off, biting back a groan as Diana moved faster, egged on by Clark's words.
She placed her hand at the place where they were joined, her fingers caressing him as he slid out of her, dizzy from the heady feeling of her own wetness coating her fingers. Clark grasped her hips, and without warning, without words, he slapped her ass. Diana gasped, and then laughed.
It only encouraged her to go faster, deeper, harder, and she cried out as his palm met her ass, the sounds of their lovemaking filling the room around them, his slaps echoing off the high ceiling, their moans and grunts and occasional Oh Gods' and Yes ringing in their ears.
Diana knew she would not last long like this, controlling the angle of each thrust. Already, the pleasure was overwhelming, and that hazy fog was starting to cloud through her mind, leaving her thoughtless and at the whims of her own body. She knew Clark loved that slight loss of control in Diana, her reckless abandon when she was overcome by pleasure. The sounds Diana made, the way her body moved, and begged for more. Diana was surprised by her own sensuality, but was happier that Clark took pleasure in it. So she gave into it, for Clark.
She bucked hard a few more times, bouncing at this point against Clark's body, using the momentum of her body's weight to carry out the motions. Each downward thrust sent a spark of light behind her eyes, and finally, those sparks flooded her vision, blinding her in light, as her orgasm overcame her.
Diana could tell he was close, so she pressed her hands against his well-toned thighs again as she urged him quickly towards his climax.
Behind her, she was vaguely aware of Clark calling out curses and chants that made Diana's cheeks burn. The warmth that spreaded throughout her, and vaguely on the edge of her senses, the warmth spreading inside her, a mark of Clark's pleasure as well as her own, was enough for Diana.
Without warning, grasping her tightly at the waist with both hands, Clark thrust himself deeply inside of her, pulled out, and then plunged in again, over and over, spilling into her with each wave of his orgasm, until he was empty, spent, satiated.
Diana's inner muscles continued to hold him, as he was contracting and lessening with a relaxed, even stride.
She felt him sit up, slide out of her, his arms wrap around her middle, his broad chest firm and warm against her back, and he placed one hand high, cupping her breast, one low, his fingers sliding between her wet folds, curling against her, coaxing and teasing, finding her pearl, delicately teasing it, teasing her.
He pressed his lips softly against her shoulder, his teeth scraping her warm flesh, and when he spoke, her body vibrated against the deep baritone of his voice, sending shivers down her spine, goose-bumps rising on her alabaster skin, and it wasn't long before she was spiraling, rising higher and higher, ready to dive head first over the cliff and into nirvana.
"Diana," he whispered, his voice hoarse and low. "I love you so much." He pressed his lips against her ear, sucking her earlobe into his mouth, over the dangerous ridge of his teeth, before letting it go.
He circled her clit, flattening his hand against her pelvis, shards of pleasure radiating out from her center, causing her body to quiver beneath his touch.
She relished his words as they pushed her towards the edge, and she tipped her pelvis, thrusting firmly against his hand as the pressure continued to build in her middle.
He massaged her breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers and she arched against him, her whole body on fire. He whispered in her ear and she had to concentrate to hear him. His worshiping words had their desired effect, and as she cried out, his name spilling from her lips like a prayer, a chant, he continued to whisper in her ear, secrets and promises, prose that filled her up and sent her soaring.
Her body swelled against him as Clark surfed his hand with each rise of pleasure, so sharp, so intense it took her breath away, she whispered back, spilling her secrets and promises. He held her, one hand high and cupping her breast, one low, holding her as she came - and then came down, her body pulsing, tingling, her breathing tortured before finally returning to normal. She leaned against him, one delicate hand floating above and behind her, making contact with his head, her fingers raking through his hair as his lips gently tickled the back of her neck.
"Gods," she whispered, her voice strangled. "Beloved."
He smiled, then slipped his hand between her legs and with a knowing look, brought her to climax again, and then again. And, when she was done, when she was spent, he held her until she could breathe again, until her heart had stopped thundering in her chest, her body pulsing and warm, slick with sweat, and everything around her, except for him, for them, was static, hazy, unfocused, unimportant.
She let her body go lax once again and she slipped back against Clark, covering him. Clark kissed the back of Diana's neck, murmuring praise and adoration to her while Diana collected her thoughts. She was sated and sensitive after her orgasm, and a little lazy. It would be a few minutes before she was coherent again. Clark took advantage to nuzzle and cuddle her.
"I think you have an obsession with my backside...?" Diana finally questioned teasing, turning over her shoulder to meet Clark's gaze.
"Yeah...I love every aspect of you and want to worship my gorgeous goddess' body. Your backside is a real treat."
Diana blushed.
"Watching you does something to me I can't explain," Clark said with a leer, making Diana blush some more. "You being in control of our movements, the sounds you were making...jeez, Di, it's hard for me to keep self-control just from listening to you."
She turned around, straddling him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
They kissed, Clark's fingers tracing haphazard lines along her spine as his tongue roamed the warm cavern of her mouth. And, when they parted, they stared for what seemed an eternity into each other's eyes.
Diana caressed his face, rubbing his cheeks softly. "My handsome Spaceman," she whispered.
"So you are okay with the beard being gone now?" he asked, resting his forehead against hers as her fingers played in his well-tousled hair.
"Hmm...Well as I said earlier, either way has its advantages. So yes, Love, I'm okay."
He kissed the tip of her nose.
She smiled, getting lost in his sexy ocean blue eyes as he grinned boyishly at her. She loved it when he looked at her like that, with adoration; it made her feel cherished and precious, and so loved. A love she'd never known and knew was incredibly rare to have.
"As long as you're happy, I'm happy, Di," he informed her, reclining against the pillows and wrapped his arms around her.
Diana relaxed her cheek against his chest, comforted by the steady beating of his heart as it thumped against her ear.
"I love you, Diana."
"I love you, too, Kal."