Just Me and You
It was nearing 2:00 in the morning when the door to a house opened with a loud bang. Diana Prince was half giggling, half moaning because of the godly man holding her close, with roaming hands all over her body.
"Oh goodness, Clark!"
Clark Kent, Diana Prince's best friend of five years.
This was inevitable, yet complicated. Giving in to the feelings they've both felt, that has rattled their hearts for so long.
They managed to slam the door shut as loudly as it was opened, only to have him throw her against it and roughly ravish her as if she were what kept him alive. Kissing and groping and grinding and heavy panting was all that happened for a while. In all honestly, it was just plain debauchery and of course, both were enjoying it very much.
Clark began to get more than excited and was trying to unbuckle his belt and lift her skirt at the same time, when she stopped him. He looked up at her with his stormy eyes and gave her a curiously confused look as if asking, "Why did you stop?" Her coy smile on those enticing, thoroughly kissed lips was her way of replying, "You'll see".
Seductively sashaying her hips as she walked away, she made her way across into the living room.
Knowing that his sexy ocean blue were glued to her, she stopped in front of the stereo. Her long, raven hair, only illuminated from the moon coming in from the huge balcony windows, swished as she turned to give him another one of her heart-stopping smiles. His eyes were smoldering with desire. Shaking his head to keep some calm, he wondered how it was possible for simple actions like those to be enough to get his fires roaring mighty high.
Soon, Diana signaled for him to come closer. Not one to be told twice, he was already on his way. Once there, she pulled him to her and started to slow dance their way to the center of the room. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he hugged her waist as tight as possible since all they wanted to do was basically fuse together.
"I want tonight...right now...for me and you."
Clark nodded and they started to undress each other. They'd faced off like this before, eye to eye, body to body. But never quite like this. Not as bare.
Once they were completely undressed, they claimed each other's lips in a tender kiss, their hunger increasing as hands explored bare skin, he felt the "soft as a peach" skin while she felt the "hard as a rock" chest, and the desire to be joined intimately again, to finally find that high together, became too much to deny. How were they expected to resist the temptation that beckoned after seeing the passion, eagerness and ardor in each other's eyes?
All that yearning and desire that seemed to be growing wildly within them was making them more intoxicated, both figuratively and literally speaking, with a strange sensation that neither knew what to make of or how to relieve it. The only solution they could think of at the moment to express what they were feeling was rendering one earth-shattering kiss after another. This was their way of letting each other know this was something more than just sex. It was a mutual, unsaid agreement that they were going to make love.
Finally, getting as hot-and-bothered as possible without spontaneously combusting, they couldn't wait any longer. Diana's arms wrapped around his neck, and Clark wrapped her in his arms, picking her up and proceeded towards the bedroom in a matter of seconds, on top of the bed.
Releasing the passionate embrace he had on her, Clark found that he was beneath her. He then proceeded to prop himself on his elbows so to be able to appreciate the stunning Goddess above.
Diana flushed olive skin seemed to glow with a beauty that only she managed to capture. It is as if the moonlight knew her mistress and knew what to feature and highlight with its obedient beam. Her round, firm breasts were extremely pert and were rising and falling with every quick breath she took in anticipation of what was to come. Her pouty lips were bruised from the insatiable kisses they shared, which also held a vow for more. With the radiant brilliance still illuminating her, she was a deity, a goddess of the moon.
Clark continued to cast his gaze further down her body until he found the hidden treasure. The Holy Grail, if you will. Her prized gift. One she decided to share with him this glorious night. Looking back up to her eyes, he smiled at her in adoration. Taking this as a message, she closed her eyes, placed her arms on his chest to steady herself, arched her body forward, and slowly threw her head back and began to rock as she returned the smile. Clark gripped her hips holding her to him. A low moan escaped her lips as she slowly ground her sex against his. Clark gripped her tighter.
This pretty much advised him she was ready for anything that came along. He knew she trusted him with her whole mind, body, heart, and soul.
"Come up closer, Diana," he whispered.
Diana moved up with her hands against the wall. The first stroke of his tongue pulled a breathy moan from her lips, and her fingers tangled in his hair as she urged him on, biting her bottom lip as his tongue flickered over her clit, before pushing up inside her to lick at her walls. His face was like her pony and he wanted her to ride it.
"So good..." she panted, leaning back and releasing a wrecked cry as his hand drifted up and massaged her breast, plucking and twisting at her nipples until a fresh gush of liquid met his questing tongue.
Her hips undulated against his tongue, and when he replaced his tongue with first one and then two fingers, she felt her stomach muscles grow tight as she writhed against his mouth.
"Oh Gods!" Diana screamed out breathing heavily.
Clark grabbed her hips, continuing to please her with his tongue. Diana gasped feeling another overwhelming sensation as Clark drunk her river.
Satisfied, Clark slid from under her. He moved to lay her down gently on the bed and kissed her deeply, giving an erotic taste they couldn't get enough of.
Diana felt nothing and no one could be able to compare to this divinity of a man. Clark was able to take her to the moon, to other planets light years away then back down to earth and do it all over again a billion times over.
Diana pushed him to lay on his back. She moved one leg over his waist so she was straddling him, her hands resting on his hard chest. Clark captured his head in her hands and made sure she continued to kiss him, even as her fingers traced soft patterns against his skin.
Diana broke the kiss and slowly pulled away with a smile. Clark looked at her, piqued with curiosity. She was almost distracted by the smirk he was giving her. Diana could not resist reaching out to lightly wrap around his well endowed member, beginning a soft and slow up and down rhythm.
Clark's groan garbled in his throat and his head fell back against his pillow. "Jeez, Diana."
He bucked fiercely into her hand. His hands were nearly squeezing her hips, and then he seemed to be able to both give and receive pleasure. He sat up and brought her closer to him. Not too close to make her stop her pleasurable stroking, but close enough where he was able to use his fingers to rub her clit.
He used his other hand to cup her cheek and pulling her closer for a deep kiss. Diana moaned and arched against him, the head of his member settling between her thighs with no deliberation from either of them.
Clark looked into Diana's eyes, and she nodded. She got up, placed his tip at her entrance, and slowly lowered herself down on him.
At the first inch, they both gasped and swallowed hard, Clark in indescribable pleasure and Diana in tense but determined arousal. Diana slid down another thick inch.
"Kal...I've never...felt like this...never...felt this before...," she confessed, throwing her head back and working another inch of him into her slick and tight sheath.
Oh, he felt so good.
Suddenly, her body accepted even more of him, sliding down as much as she could, her arousal naturally making it a smooth joining, fitting like a glove. She cried out, and Clark arched beneath her, his hands automatically coming to clasp her hips to keep her in place.
Diana looked down to see his eyes closed, his jaw tight, and his chest, neck and shoulder muscles all very tense, as hard as his member was inside of her. So deep inside.
When his eyes opened, they weren't hard at all though, but were very gentle and warm. Diana settled her hands on his shoulders, feeling the stretch in her inner thighs.
"Are you okay?" he asked softly.
She nodded giving him a soft reassuring smile.
Clark smiled back and pulled her down even further so he could kiss her.
Breaking their kiss, their eyes froze with one another's, both caught in the realization that even after years of imagining this exact scenario, the reality was more than any fantasy. Actually being joined together gave new definition to perfect fit. It wasn't just affection or sexual compatibility or lust…it was everything, years of everything…all for this. Clark couldn't resist kissing her again. And again. And again. And then, again. The sensation of her body wrapped around him, all around him, and her lips against his was more than either of them could take.
Diana tore her mouth from his as her inside muscles fluttered against him. Clark cupped her backside in his palms thrusting upward inside her. His thrusts were strong enough to lift both of them from the mattress, him from the cool sheets with her plastered to his front, smoothing soft and sucking kisses along his throat. Clark's stomach muscles rippled in exertion as he tried to pull in breath, and Diana continued her touch.
Clark's hands ran up and down her body in a protective thankfulness that made her feel just like she did when he embraced her to make her feel better.
Diana reached above him, clenching the sheets, clenching the inside of her thighs to his for a fit so tight she almost felt like she was going to break. Inside her body, Clark's length was elongating and between her legs, his hips were undulating in small circles. The rhythm was enough to begin her to the path of orgasm.
She began to breathe faster and faster and felt that wonderful feeling well up inside her. She felt this tension building, ready to be released.
Suddenly, Diana threw her head back again and with a shrill, high pitched scream of pleasure, Diana's body instantly went rigid. Her mind went blank and time seemed to stand still as waves of pleasure came over her. Clark felt her body begin to relax again and she moaned in Clark's ear calling his name repeatedly. He knew he was still hitting the right spot.
Clark flipped them over. Diana smiled, running her bare feet along his strong legs, and Clark growled, pinning her hands above her head as he buried his face in her neck. As he eased deep into her, he felt a new flood of moisture between her thighs.
When he released her hands, Diana brought them down to cup his face, brushing her lips against his.
It was so sweet; it made Clark's entire body ache for more of her. His hands roved over her sides and waist, cupping and warming her skin. She tasted so good. He'd thought he knew what it would feel like to lay between her legs, but nothing came close to the reality of how good he felt in her arms. Clark let his hands move up to cup her breasts and he ran his thumbs around her nipples, smiling at the way she moaned against his lips.
"Oh, Kal" she gasped, her neck arching. He'd never heard anything like that, and his member became even harder inside of her.
Carefully, he rubbed her nipples, amazed at how soft her breasts were. A shiver coursed through her body and then immediately, her nipples hardened and puckered, her breasts crowning and growing heavy in his palms.
"Di..." He nodded slowly.
He finally knew what it was like to make her feel good. Knowing what it feels like when she wants more.
His lips hovered over one breast, and Diana whimpered, clasping the back of his head in a wordless plea. He opened his mouth, sucking her breast into it with a warm slow pull.
"Ahhhh…" her thighs clamped around his hips, and his member lengthen another inch. "Kal. More. Yes, more."
"Okay," he soothed, keeping one hand on a breast, the other attended to with his mouth as he slipped his hand back between their bodies.
She was slick and so warm as he began to thumb around her sensitive clit. Her back arched, and he knew it wasn't going to be long. Diana felt suspended in air, and almost detached from what was happening. Except she'd also never felt more aware in her life. Ever. Clark's hand was on her breast. His lips were wrapped around her other breast, and his thumb, oh, his thumb was doing incredible things between her legs while his manhood continued to harden and fill her again.
Everything felt like it was in slow motion, and she ran her feet against the sheets, the cool fabric easing her movements like skis over snow. Her hips worked, and her thighs tensed. And in that moment, she realized she wanted Clark closer.
"Kal…" she moaned, hoping he would know what she meant.
But he took her breathy plea as invitation to continue his actions, and she was tempted to let him continue. More than that, though, she wanted to see him. She wanted to see his face when she came.
"Kal, please," she pleaded, scratching lightly against his shoulders, pulling until he got the message and lifted up, kissing up her throat to her mouth before looking into her eyes.
In them, Diana saw an answer to a question she hadn't even allowed herself to ask. She trusted him. He trusted her. After years of partnership and everything else between them, she cared for him, loved him and deep down she knew he felt the same.
Clark didn't say anything, just smiled softly and kissed her. At the touch of his lips, Diana felt her climax surface, and the sounds of her pleasure vibrated through his mouth and over his tongue as he swallowed her grateful moans.
As she clenched around him once again, she was pulling in heavy breaths, he was fully embedded inside of her.
Diana opened her eyes to see his eyes staring back at her.
She nodded again, biting her bottom lip and arching against him as he began a slow and steady thrusting between her legs.
A groan rose up from Clark's chest and he buried his face in her neck, shuddering all over as he continued his steady rhythm inside of her. Diana's hands smoothed up and down his back, working his strong muscles, and her legs wrapped around his pistoning waist.
His thrusts soon grew less measured and more desperate, and the stroking of his length along her walls made her just as desperate, now clawing into his back.
"Kal, Kal, Kal, Kal, Kal…" she chanted his name to the beat of his heart until he captured her lips with his. "Mmmmmm," was all she could muster when with every thrust downward, his body brushed against her still sensitive clit. When his body began a swivel motion, her eyes rolled back in her head, and she clamped onto him, riding him from below in a frantic storm of need and desire and almost hysteria.
It was matched by her partner, and he plowed into her, panting in her ear, chanting her name now.
"Diana, Diana, Diana, Diana, Diana."
"Yes!" she gasped, securing him to her with her hands on his solid ass, not surprised when he pulled hers up in his own palms, keeping them locked together as tight as possible.
This was all they needed to let go one rip-roaring orgasm after the other. Their eyes met, and they both cried out in pleasure as their orgasms washed over them, between them, around them. They were beyond heaven in a place that was indescribable. They were, at last, one. They were also insatiable.
Clark collapsed on top of Diana, before rolling to his side and pulling her close.
"Clark," she whispered, tentatively resting her head on his chest, letting her fingers linger over his damp chest.
His chest expanded with a deep breath, and he tucked one hand under her hair, cupping her nape gently.
"Diana…" he sighed. "I have to tell you something."
She looked up at him with a curious look. "What is it?"
His fingers tightened a fraction.
"Earlier you said you wanted right now. I want to give you more than that. I want to give you every day and every night. I don't want to just think about you all the time," Clark confessed. "I want to be with you. I love you so much. But I understand if-"
Diana launched herself at Clark again, lips, tongue and hands attacking everywhere she could on Clark's face and chest. She worked her way back up to his mouth, lips hovering there.
"And I love you. I want all of that and more with you and I want to give you just as much. I know that no one can nor ever will be so true, so loving and understanding as you. Promise to make this last forever."
Clark smiled placing Diana's hand over his heart. "Promise." He kissed her once more, slightly slower and more tender.