Bliss
The weather had been so strange for the passed month. One week, it felt like winter, the next felt like summer. This week felt like winter was coming in quickly, with its howling freezing winds and raindrops beating angrily against the window.
However in the lovely home of Clark Kent and Diana Prince, the lights had been turned down low. Their glow was dim and allowed for soft shadows to fall about the walls and corners. The pervading atmosphere was perfectly appropriate for the couple's actions.
The house was silent, save for the crackling of the logs in the fire and lustful moans. It was comfortable, pleasant, intimate...sensual.
They laid in the middle of the living room floor completely naked with a large quilt and a mound of pillows. Clark's gaze roamed the expanse of the masterpiece that was Diana's body.
Every way his ocean blue eyes went, Diana committed their path to mind. It was as though she could physically feel it. It left her stomach alight with the sensation of butterflies lightly fluttering about in exhilaration.
This was body worship at its most innocent level. Diana simply laying back to let Clark's unwavering gaze wash over her.
For the moment, they were craving intimacy, but the intimacy that was craved was not at all like their other moments of time spent together naked. This was of a more innocent source and it was purer and almost chaste.
The lovers focused on nothing but the other, spiritually touching one another softly and sweetly. Filling their minds with the image of one another's beauty. They just needed it. They needed to fulfill the need.
Clark was quiet; though, the expression on his face was not to be mistaken despite his seemingly uncharacteristic silence. The look on his face was one of adoration; it was warm, loving, romantic, and beautifully sensual in its own holy way.
When they moved on to physical contact; it was without any verbal notification. Neither was it necessary in the least for these two. All the words they thought, all the words they might speak, they were all found in the other's eyes.
The silence spoke loudly and it was clear enough to them both where things were going; and why. It was mutual. It was beautiful. They were well aware of one another. They were in tune and in sync.
Clark's hands were strong, warm, and extremely gentle wherever they touched. When his hands first touched Diana's laxed form, it was to take one of Diana's hands within his own. Clark's thumb traced circles into the top of Diana's hand. The touch was absolutely soothing and Diana found herself relaxing even more at the feel of it.
Clark's hands then were caressing her. Soft. Explorative. He slid his hands all around Diana's body, not leaving any trace of her untouched.
Diana lost herself in the ministrations of his hands. All curves, and softness. Everything a woman should be. A soft moan escaped from her lips as his hands made their way up her back, his fingers ghosting along the sensitive skin of his Goddess.
As Clark brushed his fingertips over Diana, shivers ran down her spine, along with waves of excitement. It pounded in her blood, made her wet between her legs. Diana shifted her legs, rubbing them together, to try to alleviate the need growing within her. But it only made her wetter.
When Diana snapped her then sharpened blue gaze up to look her lover in the eye, she was met with red eyes that held a mischievous glint within them. She smirked then bit her lip.
Clark grinned handsomely in response. Then his eyes twinkled with warmth once more and his smile softened. His hand stopped to rest wholly upon Diana's breast and the two stilled as Clark felt his Godess' heart beat thrumming beneath his hand steadily.
Diana gave an audible sigh of content and closed her eyes again. Her lips parted softly.
She was a vision.
Clark could not contain the urge that fueled his action next; he moved both hands quickly to cup Diana's face softly.
He waited patiently as she opened her eyes in curiosity and then he leaned forward and brought their lips into contact with a soft kiss. Diana closed her eyes immediately again on contact and her mouth opened even more on instinct.
Diana took the opportunity to deepen their kiss, and let one of her hands slide up into Clark's jet black hair. She moaned into the kiss and she moved her tongue along to the dance her lover set with his own tongue.
Clark's hands moved down to her hips, letting them rest there as his lips traveled from Diana's neck to her shoulder, his tongue darting out to give little, teasing licks at her skin.
Diana hissed out Clark's name as he nipped at her collarbone and back up to her neck, softly. She could still feel his teeth running along her neck; the love bite still stung, the little bit that it did. It wasn't enough, though; she wanted more. She wanted Clark to nip at her neck as he let her ride his fingers to climax.
But Clark wouldn't let Diana have that so easily. Clark intended to take this slow, agonizingly slow. With enough buildup and foreplay, and pleasure that crawled along with the passing of minutes, her orgasm could feel like hours. That was what he was aiming for.
Diana let another moan fill the air. She loved the way Clark was teasing her, letting herself bring her to climax slowly, as if this night would never end.
A deep groan left Diana before her teeth worried the tender flesh of her bottom lip again.
Cerulean blue eyes stared unseeing at the ceiling and Diana arched her back as she moaned with unrestrained passion. Her hands twisted in the quilt.
Another heartfelt groan left Diana's lips and she instinctively spread her legs apart.
While caressing the soft, heated flesh of Diana gently, Clark heighten his own now nearly unbearable lust further. Clark's hands ran down her stomach, having teased and toyed with her breasts long enough to leave their touch lingering on them.
Diana moaned louder, feeling his hands playing with the skin between her legs, and she parted her legs wider to give him more access.
A single finger reached out and slid along her, from her clit to her entrance. Diana's body clenched as she felt it. Clark pulled his hand away, slick with wetness, and moved his hands back to Diana's breasts. He pinched her nipple with his wet finger, and licked and kissed at her collarbone.
"Kal," she hissed out, when his hand slid back between her legs.
Diana's hips thrust forward. Her need was obvious, her eagerness to get off apparent. But Clark wanted her to stay in want longer, wanting her desperation to grow. Her desire to nearly burst from her.
Clark whispered to her, "You're so beautiful when you moan."
Diana smiled at that, though she knew that Clark was holding back. All the deliciously dirty, sinful things that Clark wanted to whisper into her ear, until Diana hissed out as she heard them, and leaned back to surrender herself to her most forbidden desires.
She moaned again, even louder this time, when she felt two fingers circling and stroking her clit. Clark rubbed back and forth slowly, only occasionally giving a sweep directly across it.
"More," Diana said, and Clark could hear the yearning in her voice.
Another few moments and Diana wouldn't hide her desperation anymore, and she would almost chant for Clark to lose control with her.
But his pace stayed slow. Diana's body was rocking with the motion of his fingers, back and forth. This game was far too fun.
Clark smirked and put one of his fingers in. Diana gasped, completely taken back, by the sudden feeling. Clark smirked again and put another one in, starting to pump them. Diana groaned underneath his touch. Her hips were still rocking back and forth in rhythm with his finger pumping.
"Oh...Gods..." she said, when he hit a spot that made her feel such immense pleasure.
He grinned triumphantly and continued to thrust his fingers into that spot. Diana kept groaning every time he hit it. She tensed up and her stomach clenched, her womanhood started to throb.
Soon Diana was trembling and shaking. Her entire body felt alight, and her climax was nearing. It was not a speedy, desperate orgasm, where the sparks flew like fireworks and made her see stars. Instead, when she finally reached her peak, it was a heavenly warmth that spread all through her body, and glowed like a steady burning candle as the waves of pleasure overtook her.
"Yes," she panted, when she came down from her high. "Yes…"
Clark had been right. A slow orgasm lasting longer, far longer than any quick one she had ever had. Minutes of bliss had filled her, consumed her body, made her feel as if she was floating in the air and yet drowning in ecstasy at the same time.
"Oh my Gods," Diana whimpered, climaxing all over his fingers.
Clark put them to his lips and took a long lick.
"So sweet..."
Diana blushed at that comment. Clark leaned forward and gave her a long passionate kiss. After the kiss, Diana was breathing hard.
Clark hummed a little, then leaned forward to whisper softly into her ear, "I told you it would be better. Better than any other you've had before." He kissed her lightly then, letting the little tip of his tongue taste of sweet skin.
Diana opened her mouth to reply, to tell Clark not to get too full of himself, but all her words were cut short when Clark ran his slick, wet fingertips along her skin, still sizzling and tender to even less than a touch. Diana cried out, her back arching as Clark drawing wet patterns across her skin.
Diana couldn't help but moan and whimper and a sudden desire to have another orgasm over took her.
One that wasn't slow and steady but rapid and needy and a thousand times stronger. She wanted Clark to stroke her again, and to bring her to a quick, desperate climax and make her scream.
"Kal," Diana said softly, "again."
"Was the first not enough?" he asked playfully.
"I can never get enough of you," she admitted.
"Then I'll give you another one," he told her, the playfulness coming back into his voice once more.
Diana's eyes fluttered closed as she felt the stroking at her clit and labia again.
But, she noticed, Clark was still moving slowly.
"You can have one fast one, or a dozen slow ones…" he whispered. "What do you want? Just say the word, and I'll do it."
Diana only moaned in response. Clark smirked. He was so goddamn good at this. Diana knew not only was he teasing with his touches physically but also mentally. He knew how to break down her emotional barriers and she gave him her heart. He knew she loved it all when he pleased every part of her inside and out.
Diana sat up and pushed Clark to lay on his back as she moved to straddle on top of him. She leaned down and started kissing his neck softly. He breathed out her name. She smiled and continued until she found his soft spot. He moaned when she found it and licked it slowly. Then she began traveling her kisses over his chest.
Clark flipped them back over, so he was on top again.
"If you don't mind, I want to spend this time pleasing you, beautiful. Pleasing you, pleases me anyway."
"No...I..." she gasped.
He went down near her womanhood and began licking it and sucking it. Diana squirmed underneath him.
"Oh my...my Love..." she gripped his hair. "I don't...mind...at all."
This was different. There are no crashing waves, no ripples of ecstasy, yet a violent pleasure tears through her, and she reveled in the tortuous pleasure. Diana was trembling; she wove her fingers through his hair, trying to bring him even closer. Her emotions were completely raw.
He eased her down from her peak slowly. Her body was on fire, her breathing was heavy.
Clark crawled back up to her and dipped his head, pausing just inches from her mouth and smirked. Diana met him the rest of the way, tilting her head just-so, and their lips connected in the sweetest kiss: smoldering and hot and amazing.
It began with a series of light, soft kisses, exploring the very pleasurable feeling of their mouths together, but soon grew hungry and urgent.
Diana's toes curled in pleasure and she shifted her hips, begging for the touch of her lover. A deep groan echoed through the room and she pressed her head back against the pillow. Her lust clouded eyes closed completely as she felt Clark's well endowed length start to slip inside her.
Clark thrusted himself into her slowly. Diana arched her back as she accepted him, pulling at his arms to take him in more deeply. Once he was fully seated in her, Clark flexed himself within her and grazed an oh so sensitive spot.
"Yes...Love..."
An intense feeling rose inside of them. They both knew a kind of union so complete no one could ever imagine. The rightness of being together. It was natural, like gravity and other unshakable laws of nature: their life always makes the most sense when they are enveloped in each other, body and mind, heart and soul.
Diana was groaning against him, arching her back to try and get even closer. Clark smiled down at her, knowing exactly what she wanted. Diana wrapped her legs around his hips and Clark raised himself slightly and took her hands, pressing them flat above her head.
"Still not even close to done showing you how much I love you," he said, kissing her once.
His hips began rocking back and forth, filling her and leaving, thrusting and parrying. Primal instinct took over, and they were beyond words, just animal sounds and sensation.
The moans he tore from Diana were exquisite as she wrapped her arms around him, begging for more. So he complied; pounding into her until he hit that spot that sent her reeling. Diana raked his nails against Clark's back, growling, moaning as the pleasure racked through her.
The sound of their flesh meeting filled the house, it was like music to their ears, and their scents mixed together with love making filled the air.
Diana suddenly wrapped her legs around Clark tighter and then turned over, switching their positions. She pinned him to the floor, and simply licked her lips as she leaned back, placing her hands on Clark's thighs as she began rolling her hips.
A swear of pleasure sounded from Clark's mouth as he placed his hands on Diana's waist, his head falling back against the pillow.
Diana moaned, biting her lip then puffed out heated breaths as she continued to ride against her lover. Back arched as every little sensation was making her quiver and rattle with ecstasy.
Clark wanted to feel this heaven for eternity and with her moans and his body shivering, he knew it, she was his heaven.
They rolled on the floor. They rocked the floor, they rocked the entire house. Moans filled the air again.
Alerting him to change in course of action, they kiss deeply, before Clark picked up Diana positioning her on her knees to lean over the sofa cushion in front of them. It is something about this position that sends their erotic senses over the edge. With the perfect arch in Diana's back, it ensured the deepest and most blissful time.
She felt his muscular body press into hers from behind, the stiff, hot length of his member pressing hard and firm against the swell of her ass.
Both his hands now on her waist, Clark thrust forward penetrating deep within Diana. Penetrating not only her body once again but her mind. Clark slid back and then in again slow until he was in a steady movement.
Their pulses beating furiously, as he took Diana from behind and she had gotten into the movement of pushing back against his action so that he could penetrate her deeper.
Clark thrust harder and his strokes longer. Diana's knees started to turn weak as Clark kept pumping into her. His hands slid up to cup her breasts, massaging the soft tissue and thumbing her tingling nipples, lightly pinch and tugging, creating the most delicious sensation she has ever felt.
"Mmmmm...Kal," she moaned loudly, thrusting her hips back and reddening instantly at her zealousness.
Clark leaned forward and licked the shell of Diana's ear, his warm breath enticing the soft downy hairs on her body to stand on end, whilst he continued working her into a frenzy.
"As much as you can't get enough of me...I sure as hell can't get enough of you..." he cooed in her ear. "I love it when you shout, scream, do whatever you feel...," he murmured softly to her, wanting her to relish in the sensations he was providing. Clark wrapped the long length of her hair around his forearm and tugged her head back. "Damn, you are so beautiful," he hissed, biting her earlobe.
Diana screamed in pleasure as Clark smoothed his tongue over the bite, soothing the sting as he pounded into her with no abandon, his hard flesh grinding against the slickness of her tight walls.
"Yes, Kal! Oh good Gods!" Diana screamed, her hair still pulled back and taut around his arm.
He assaulted the side of her neck with long licks and hard sucks. She loved the sensation of his lips and teeth against the delicate skin of her neck, as he marks her as his.
"Yes...," Diana groaned, feeling the erotic pressure.
Each fluid stroke of him drove her wild as he stretched her to the absolute limit. Diana bucked and wriggled her hips against Clark to meet him, thrust for thrust. Clark paused momentarily, his pupils dilating and his irises darkening to a fiery red color. A steady, deep, rumbling growl reverberated through his chest as he succumbed to the primal instinct of his Kryptonian power. He began pounding into her with hard, quick, long strokes.
Diana chanted his name, incoherent words in Greek and Kryptonian in time with Clark's rapidly deepening thrusts; the sensations gathering deep in the pit of her stomach. Her whole body began to shudder with racking orgasmic spasms.
"Ah!"
"That's it, Di," Clark whispered in her ear as Diana fell apart around him, pulsing against him as he drove into her, once, then twice more.
Finally, on a moment that seemed forever out of reach, they crashed and roared like a wave on the beach on climax. It brought them under, taking them along the undertow until the fiery current eddied down to a gentle simmer. Heat rose in both her and his stomach pushing them over at the same time.
Screams coming from the two of them. Diana screamed his name as she impaled herself on his shaft and came, her climax rolling through her body. Clark released deep with in her dripping wet warmth, as Diana's walls clamped down around him.
A few more thrust and then he pulled out. Clark panted into her shoulder, holding her soft body tight against his own, recovering.
He slipped out of her, and, rested his forehead against her shoulder, her name slipping from his lips over and over again like a prayer. Diana rested her flushed cheek against the soft cushion, while Clark nuzzled his head into her neck. Their breathing labored, their chests heaving as they recuperate from the exhilarating high they had both just experienced.
"Kal?" Diana whispered looking over her shoulder.
He raised his head and saw she was smiling at him.
He sat back on his heels as she turned around to look him in the eyes, which were lustfully hooded. Clark's mouth turned up slightly into a cocky, confident smirk.
"I forgot about the storm outside while we were having our own in here," Diana giggled breathlessly.
Clark joined in her laughter, before he wags his eyebrows and retorts, "Hmmm...Yeah, we were much louder, too."
They lay back down on the mound of pillows and Clark covered them with the quilt. As Diana stroked his chest, Clark glided his hand up and down her side.
Dians looked up at his face and staring into his eyes again.
"How do you do it?"
"Do what?"
"Know how to get into my mind like that."
Clark chuckled. "Simple. It's our natural connection."
"It's remarkable. The connection we have. To be fulfilled with so much passion." Diana grinned. "Making love to the mind...I want more of that."
"Say no more," Clark smirked and got back top of Diana and grabbed her legs wrapping them back around them. "I love you, Diana."
"I love you, too, Kal."
Smiling, Clark kissed Diana's forehead then embraced Diana's lips with another passionate kiss.