Body Rock
Inspired by Beyoncé "Body Rock"
Their bedroom was dancing with burning candles, light dimmed down low, and the bed was made with soft silk burgundy sheets. Kal-El swallowed hard, his throat coming dry as he let his gaze take the beautiful scene in front of him.
Diana...
Her figure draped in a silky robe. Her eyes sparkled in the light of the candles, and a mysterious look adorning her face.
Before he can form the words, she's already untied and parted her robe, allowing it to slip from her shoulders, revealing her nakedness underneath. Kal's tongue darted out to wet his lips as he watched her, his breath coming in short pants and his eyes going comically wide, his mouth trying to work around the syllables that refuse to emerge.
She stepped closer and placed her hands against his chest, gently resting one of them against his fluttering heart.
Diana's skin tingled as she could feel the heat emanating from his body and smell the warm, musky male scent of his skin as he slowly pulled her to him. Their bodies almost touching, he rested his other hand lightly on her waist and with the other reached up to tuck an errand lock of hair behind her ear and cupped her cheek. Her sun-warmed skin was silky soft and smooth beneath his fingers as she slightly turned her head, leaning into the caress. A quiet sigh signaled her surrender.
Ocean blue eyes stared, full of hunger and want, captivating her. The emotion that danced in his beautiful eyes seemed to make it harder for her to breathe. She pressed her forehead to his, returning his heated gaze. His pupils dilated as he drank in her desire.
"I love you," he whispered. Kal kept his touch light as he traced the contours of her face with his fingertips.
She moved closer and closer until her body was flush against his, her lips lingering near his as she whispered her heart filled response, "I love you too." Her eyes shinning of love as she touched his cheek, gently caressing.
They shared a deep moment, talking through their eyes, before his lips were on hers. His tongue parted her lips, tangling with hers as he pulled her closer. As their hands explored every inch of skin, she took control, nipping at his lower lip. He groaned quietly, his mouth falling down to her neck. The feel of his hot, wet mouth against her skin made her tremble, her head falling back to give him more to kiss.
They slowly pulled away from their kiss, locking eyes once more.
It was so surreal to him to have her in his arms, tangible and real. It was her warm silky skin under his fingers, and where his hand rested on her waist, it was her soft, womanly flesh that radiated warmth, making his palm tingle with the need to caress her; to rediscover all the soft, sweet, hidden places that had been driving him to distraction. Hell, just the thought of touching her made his entire body tingle as nerve endings sang in anticipation. Blood rushed heavily in his veins and he felt himself harden as he imagined exploring her body, the pleasures he would give her, and find in her.
It felt so good to Diana to be touched and to know the touch of a lover. She let her eyes drift closed again, to better enjoy the tenderness in Kal's touch, the feel of his long callous fingers as they slowly traveled over her face, teasing nerve endings awake as he unhurriedly mapped her.
Diana hadn't known her face could feel so sensitized; as if his fingers were leaving invisible currents of electricity wherever they touched. Delicate shivers of excitement were tingling up and down her spine, awakening nerve endings; the effects of the simple touch reaching far further than her face. Old and familiar, new and exciting feelings and sensations were stirring to life deep within her… feelings and sensations that had lain dormant, repressed and unacknowledged, that only he can witness. The light but infinitely reassuring weight of his hand on her waist, the warmth of his palm and fingers as they moved in a light caress, waking a yearning in her flesh.
The light touch was unbelievably tantalizing as he made a foray to trace the shell of her ear before coming to rest against the sensitive corner of her mouth. Diana made a small moan in the back of her throat, taking a step closer and lifting her hands up to grip his steely biceps, delighting in the feel of the hard muscles.
Kal was absorbed in Diana, drinking in every expression; savoring every nuance like a man starved. His heart thudded heavily as he reveled in the obvious pleasure she derived from his touch. Her eyes were closed; he wanted them to open, wanted to see the sensations he was rousing in her reflected in the their divine depths. The intense need to have her look at him, really look at him and see him and want him, wrenched his gut almost like a physical pain as it mixed with an overwhelming urge to feel her smooth, supple flesh heat in passion under his hands and her lips clinging to his, her voluptuous body writhing underneath him in passions lure.
The vivid, erotic images dancing through his mind sending blood rushing straight to his groin and as his shaft swelled to full throbbing erection, he sucked in a deep breath and then released it slowly. Now that she was in his arms, no matter what kind of fevered messages his unruly body sent to his brain, he sure as hell was not going to spoil this by rushing. She deserved more than that… and he wanted more than that.
Tilting her chin up, Kal lightly brushed his lips over hers, then pulled back slightly to look at her. She answered his gaze and he kissed her again, molding her lips with gentle pressure. Her lips were soft and yielding under his as she responded, returning each long, slow, leisurely kiss first hesitantly, then with growing confidence. He felt her hands twine loosely about his neck, her fingers lazily toying with strands of his hair as the kiss grew in intensity. Her sweet, honey flavored taste filled his mouth and he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into her mouth, not thrusting deep but inviting her to taste him. Making a small sound of pleasure, she accepted the invitation, letting her tongue slide against his in an intimate caress that made his heart thud in heady delight, and he very nearly groaned out loud. In the next instant, his breath hitched and he did groan out loud – for without breaking the kiss, Diana had closed the small space still separating them and pressed her body up against him, looping her arms tighter around his neck. A powerful surge of need jolted through him, and his world spun, narrowing until its sole focus was the woman in his arms.
The kiss ignited with urgency driven by unadulterated passion. Kal continued to mold his lips against hers, adjusting, searching, coaxing, demanding her to respond to his hunger with her own, drowning in another tide of red-hot lust when she did. Her fingers tangled into his hair to hold his head still, and she kissed him back hungrily, their tongues engaging in a heated dance of passion and need. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Kal was dimly aware that the burning need was getting dangerously close to flaring into a full-blown inferno of desire; that control was rapidly spinning away from him. Diana dominated his senses – he couldn't think of anything else, couldn't feel anything else but the feel and weight of her soft, luscious body against his own, and the sweet taste of her mouth underneath his.
Diana was drowning in the heated pleasure Kal was bestowing upon her, hungering for more. His lips were soft but firm, his mouth hot as he devoured her mouth with kisses that set her blood ablaze. He was boldly aroused; she could feel his erection thick and hard against her stomach, and his unabashed desire for her sent a searing wave of need shooting through her entire body. She thrilled in the sensations he was awakening in her, finding herself clinging to him, responding to his every touch with a burning need she hadn't known herself capable of.
She whimpered a protest deep in her throat when Kal dragged his mouth from hers, instantly missing the heat and taste of his breath, the pressure and texture of his lips on her own. He ran his open mouth along the line of her jaw, skimming her lightly with his teeth, then nipped the sensitive, silken skin beneath her ear, making her shiver delicately. She suddenly stopped thinking altogether, and only felt as he returned to her mouth, claiming it in another mind-drugging kiss that had them clinging to each other under another onslaught of passion.
Kal's mouth ground into hers, his lips hot and firm, robbing her of breath and she returned the kiss with equal fervor and stroked her palms over his back and shoulders, feeling the steely strength of him under her fingers and around her and against her, everywhere and anywhere she could reach, and she delighted in the feel of him, so solid and real that she wanted to weep with the delicious, hot joy of it.
Instead, she moaned her pleasure and want into his mouth, delicate shivers racing up and down her spine, pressing her body ever tighter against his. Heat radiated all along her nerves, and, in the pit of her stomach, there was a deep burning; a churning, writhing need that demanded to be satisfied. The exquisite feel and heat of his hard, muscular body heavenly distinctive even through the layers of cloth separating her from his bare flesh, and she arched against him wildly, longing for a more intimate contact with that hard ridge of aroused male flesh pushing against her, tantalizing her with its nearness.
As if knowing her need, Kal slid his hands down the length of her spine, and, cupping her ass, lifted her up and inwards and pulled tight against him. The sweet ache deep in the pit of her stomach multiplied thousand fold as he moved his hips, seeking the cradle of hers. She more felt than heard him groan harshly in his throat when his swollen flesh found the warm notch at the apex of her thighs, and she would have groaned herself, had she had the breath. She couldn't have checked the convulsive arching of her hips had she wanted to; instinctively rubbing herself against him, wanting, needing, to ease the churning need stirring so deep inside her.
His fingers flexing against the ripe, resilient flesh of her ass, Kal couldn't stop another rugged moan of need and lust tearing from deep within his chest. Blood roared through his veins in a hot, ungovernable rush at the feel of Diana moving against him, responding with abandoned delight, rubbing herself back and forth against his throbbing, swollen shaft, while her mouth moved against his own with ever greater urgency, and he cold no more stop his body's urgent, dominant instinct, than he could stop the flow of blood in his veins. His fingers curled around the firm globes of her ass and fitted her hips even better against his, grinding his erection hard against the soft yielding notch between her thighs.
Diana suddenly tore her mouth from his, needing air, and Kal could feel her chest rising and lifting hard as she greedily gulped in the treasured substance. Then, in the next moment, she had buried her face in the groove of his throat and shoulder, and then it was his turn to gulp in air as he felt her soft, full lips and warm, wet tongue on his sensitive skin, kissing, licking, nibbling her way down to the small hollow of his throat. Her breath was hot against his skin, and even if his life had depended on it he could not have kept back the deep sound – half moan, half growl – that rumbled up from his chest as she bit him just hard enough to let him feel the sharp bite of her teeth and then laved the hurt with warm, loving, wet licks of her tongue that sent frissons of electricity shooting all along his body.
A shudder racked through his body as Diana skimmed his heated skin lightly with her teeth on her way up the other side of his throat, and he gripped her even harder against his urgently throbbing flesh. The exquisite pressure sent his already inflamed senses spinning dizzyingly, and through the lust shrouding his mind, Kal realized that unless he intended to take her standing up, or bore her down on the floor, which more than likely they will get to before the night is up, he had better move them on to the bed now, while still he had the presence of mind to think of anything other than burying himself deep inside her. Another shiver racked his body at that thought, and, gritting his teeth against the burning surge of lust that writhed in his body like a living thing, Kal forced his fingers to uncurl from around her around, and wrapping his arms about her back and hips he lifted her from her feet. Holding her pinned against his body he quickly made his way to the bed.
Feeling light as a leaf on his strong arms, Diana was vaguely aware that Kal was carrying her somewhere. Lost in the taste and feel of his skin and too busy appreciating the way his muscular body moved against hers, she hadn't even begun to contemplate finding out where he was carrying her when he already stopped and ease them both down on the bed. His hands moved over her in light caresses, tracing the hills and valleys of her body, and she was helpless to stop the swaying of her body, flowing to meet his every touch.
He pulled back slightly to meet her gaze, and was met by love. True love. She touched his cheek, so gently, and he nuzzled his nose against hers, a gesture that they had formed.
Feeling the smooth length of her now half underneath him; and it was an exquisite torment. His hands were endlessly curious, endlessly delighting in the feel of her; stroking her, smoothing over her flesh, wanting more, needing more.
Diana whimpered at the acute sense of loss when Kal released her mouth, turning her head restlessly, trying to recapture his lips. But he wouldn't be deterred; the warm velvet softness of his lips slid hotly down the long column of her throat to nuzzle the hollow at the base of her neck. His hands, warm and sure, stroked her flesh with delicious knowledge, his touch making her quiver and sigh in heated pleasure – she felt fevered; her breath coming in gasps, and she wanted to feel his hands all over her. She drew in a ragged breath as he cupped her breasts, rubbing the rough pads of his thumbs across tightly puckered nipples, and she moaned aloud at the pure heat that surged through her.
Kal panted against her skin, kissing his way down to her breasts. Diana's breath trembled as his lips met her breasts, teasing her nipples, sending pleasure pulsating through her veins. His mouth went lower, and she arched her back, whimpering, her fingers curling in his hair.
"Kal..."
She was beautiful. His beautiful.
Her eyes grew heavy with desire as he kissed and licked her nipples his fingers caressing her. Her whole body was trembling, and she could barley breathe.
"Kal... Please..." she whimpered, wanting to feel his fingers. Wanting him to touch her. His mouth left her breasts, and his face lingered close hers, his eyes dark of desire as he looked into hers.
He lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her much slower and softer than before.
But suddenly Diana broke the kiss, gasping and moaned as she finally felt his fingers, urging her thighs further apart to admit his exploration. Strung on the tight wire of anticipation, she eagerly complied; he ran his fingers along the secret, tender folds, feeling the slickness, the exquisite softness. He gently squeezed and stroked her, drawing an intricate design on her heated flesh until she moaned and writhed, breathless with desire. Only then he dipped one long finger boldly into the slit, opening her, probing with unerring skill, and pushed deep up into her body, feeling her hot, slick sheath stretch to accommodate him. He heard her breath snag, and her arms came up to twine around his neck.
She closed her eyes and cried out, clinging to him as lights danced before her closed eyes. His probing fingers, big and rough, rasping at the delicate inner flesh of her sheath, and the pleasure was so acute it was almost painful.
Her inner muscles contracted gently, adjusting, caressing the intruder, and Kal's entire body shivered a heated response. She was tight about his fingers, damned tight, and he felt ready to explode from just imagining the hot, moist, intimate clasp of her body around his burgeoning manhood. Swallowing hard, he withdrew his fingers and thrust again, eliciting a little, breathless cry of pleasure from her; he liked that so much he did it again, and again, her breathless cries reverberating all along his nerve endings.
"Ah!" Diana groaned, her womanhood clenching against Kal's hand.
She whimpered and mewled, panted and screamed. Diana began to feel the fluids of her own body coat those wonderful fingers completely.
"Yes…" She stuttered, her unoccupied hand coming to halt his own between her folds.
Their breaths mingled together, cool breath panting on heated skin, all movement stilled, except for their beating hearts.
"Kal-El…" She whimpered, her core bubbling, aching for release.
He littered the raven haired goddess's neck and collar bone with blistering, sensational cool kisses.
His hand left her heavens spot, slowly sliding up and down Diana's thigh. He coaxed her with lulling words, tracing the entrance of her body with his straining member.
"Diana…"
When she started to come down from her high, she was breathing hard and fast, still clinging to Kal who was softly kissing her cheek.
She looked up to meet his gaze and he smiled at her, making her heart flutter.
Diana reaches down, her fingers wrapping around his hard length, returning the favor, slowly stroking his shaft. Kal closed his eyes and groaned.
Their legs tangled, and one hard-muscled leg slid between hers. His muscled thigh was hard and hairy and enticing, riding up along the delicate skin of her inner thigh, coming to rest against the vulnerable, feminine mound between her legs. He pressed against her, gently, lazily, rubbing her with his thigh. Moaning, her hips lifting to meet him, Diana knew she was dampening him with her eager response; and she knew that he was highly aroused by it – she could feel it in the heightening tension of his body, in the way his lips hotly closed over a turgid nipple, making her dig her fingers in the hard muscles of his shoulders and arch her chest into his mouth. She cried out in pleasure and need as he suckled her hard, his hands stroking all over her body, the hungry, passionate tenderness of his touch making her shiver.
She could feel the entire length of his godly muscular body along the side of hers, almost on top of her. His heat seared her skin, warming her until she felt like she was burning up, his hands and mouth driving her mad. She marveled at his self control; she could sense the lust coursing through him, feel the need gathering inside him like a storm; the proof of it was throbbing thick and hard and hot against her thigh, pulsing with a life of its own, and she ached to feel him thrust inside her, quenching this terrible burning deep inside her with his passion.
Burning with the need to touch him, Diana slid her arms around his bare back, running the tips of her fingers down the groove of his spine, reveling in the feel of strong muscles under her palms, and the way they tightened under her touch. His skin was hot and smooth to the touch and – knowing with feminine instinct that Kal's self control would not extend to allow it now, or her own for that matter – she resolved that later, before the night was over, not only with her hands but with her mouth as well.
Triumphant lust pounded through him with heavy demand, glorying in the fact that he had same effect on Diana as she had on him; the proof of it in the way she was moving wantonly, urgently, against him, her back arching and hips lifting, her hands and lips gliding restlessly, urgently, over his fevered skin leaving streaks of fire in their wake. He could feel the damp proof of her desire on his thigh where it pressed and rubbed the plump cushion of flesh at the juncture of her thighs. Her passion was a brand, searing his flesh, and it was all he could do not to tug her beneath him and plunge deep inside her, to find blessed relief for his throbbing erection; he was hanging on to his self control by a thin thread, and it was getting thinner by each passing second.
She traced the contours of his tight rounded ass, forming her palms to the round firmness of his flesh, delighting in the hot feel of him. Kal's body arched, pressing hard against her own fevered skin as she fondled and knead the firm flesh and eliciting a deep groan from Kal that she felt, rather than heard, in the gush of warm moist air against a turgid nipple as his tongue curled hotly around it, chafing the swollen tissue and sending arrows of electricity straight to her core and making her arch and cry out in pure need. Liquid heat pooled between her legs and she squirmed, rubbing and rubbing herself against the thigh he was pressing so enticingly against her and clutching at him with frantic fingers.
Blood roared in his ears, drowning out her cry. She moved against him wantonly, maddeningly; her legs opening and closing and her hands clutching at his ass and thigh in an effort to ease the burning within. An overwhelming surge of pure lust exploded in his body, obliterating all but the most tenuous of control he still had on himself. His engorged manhood throbbed in nearly painful erection, and he half groaned, half growled in the grips of the commanding need – he wanted her, needed to bury himself inside her – now. He would go mad, if he did not; every cell of his being was screaming at him; he had never before wanted anything or anyone as he wanted her.
"Diana," he muttered, his voice husky and raw, almost guttural, his breath rasping as it left his chest, and he clasped her hip with bruising force, welding her against his thigh for a moment.
Then suddenly, his thigh was gone from her body, and she cried out at the acute sense of loss, instinctively surging towards him, but the cry turned into a breathless moan as he mounted her, bracing his weight on one bulging forearm. She spread her thighs wider and felt the eager dampness between them even as he fitted his hips snugly into the soft hollow of her loins, urging her legs further apart, making a place for himself there. She panted with the pleasure of feeling his heavy weight on top of her, pinning her to the mattress; the tightly leashed strength of his taut muscles and the heat of his body combining to envelop her in a cocoon of exhilarating sense of desire, love and utter safety.
She loved his roughness, the wild savagery of his hunger; it reached into some deep inner place – a sensual, sexual well that had never been really explored – she had always known existed within her but had never been able to tap into before, until him, and she knew with every fiber of her being that with him would be more than enough for her.
Kal grimly hung onto what tatters of sanity he had left. The feel of her soft, feminine body underneath his own hard muscled form was a heavenly torment as he stubbornly fought against his body's imperative, primal urge to plunge into her receptive body immediately, unceremoniously, to end this terrible gnawing need inside him, and in the taking, make her his, for ever. Sucking in deep gulps of air to maintain a measure of control and shifting his weight to one side.
"How do you make me feel this way?" her husky, breathless voice was curious.
Kal paused. "My love for you. My truth for you." His voice was purposely soft and husky on the last words. His hand covered the soft feminine mound at the apex of his thighs, and he saw her close her eyes briefly and she swallowed. Then her hand covered his hand.
"I give my trust...my heart...all of me..." Her voice was as soft and husky as his, her eyes and tone of voice, and the hand covering his at the juncture of her thighs.
A flush slowly spread from her face down her neck.
"I will never take what we have for granted. You are my Goddess to worship."
Intense satisfaction and possessive male intent was evident in his voice and hot in his eyes, sending arrows of sensation shooting through her heated flesh.
"I will kiss you, hold you, make love to you, in any way you desire."
Diana started to say something but she promptly forgot it when Kal propped himself over her on his elbows, the muscles of his biceps and shoulders flexing as he took the weight. Her heart jumped wildly, banging. The velvety head of his shaft nudged at her soft folds, sliding over the slick, yearning flesh, seeking the entrance to her body. He found it, and the muscles of his hips bunched as he drove forward, pushing inside her. Diana's eyes widened, and her fingers dug hard into his shoulder muscles as she cried out, ambushed by the burning pressure between her legs that boarded on real pain as he slowly, inexorably, drove himself deeper into her tight body.
His entire being was focused on the masculine goal of penetrating her, and he rocked his hips back and forth, slight movements that coaxed her taut inner muscles to relax, allowing the next forward rock to slide him deeper into the hot, wet, incredibly tight clasp of her body.
At last he was in her to the hilt, seated deep, and he groaned at the perfect, hot gloving of her body as she softly pulsed around throbbing shaft, adjusting. He could feel the quivering tension in her body as she moaned and shuddered in his arms, her eyes tightly closed, and he himself shuddered at the reality of the hot gloving of her body around his well endowed manhood; at the exquisite torture of finally being embedded deeply inside her. Breath burned in his lungs and he felt like he might explode from just this.
Drawing in a deep, shuddering breath, he waged a ruthless war with himself, harnessing in the urgent, primal clamor of his body to draw back from her tight sheath, and plunge right back in, time and again; she wasn't ready for that, not yet, the discomfort he had caused her with his entry still quivering in her muscles. Aware that he would not last for much longer he framed her face with his large hands and began kissing her eyelids, cheeks, ears, lips, all the while crooning to her, using touch and voice to sooth and calm and reassure her. The reward of his efforts was the way she softened about him and beneath him, her breath calming and becoming deeper, the hard pressure of her fingers digging into his shoulder muscles easing.
Diana reeled under the onslaught of sensation; he was thick, and hot, and so hard. There was fierce, hot delight in the intimate, perfect embrace of their bodies, as he lay immobile deep inside her, strong and powerful, pulsing with life. She felt herself stretching around his thick length, softening, adjusting to his girth, and closing her eyes even tighter, she gasped for breath, her senses reeling with the sensation of being penetrated, filled at last. Kal was possessing her, fulfilling her in a way she had never imagined possible, and she welcomed it, reveled in the perfection of it.
He was showering her face and neck with light kisses, his hands stroking down the sides of her body simultaneously soothing and arousing her flesh, and all the while he murmured to her in a low, rugged voice; sweet words, hot words.
A guttural groan rumbling up from deep within Kal's chest made Diana open her eyes even as she felt his entire body fairly vibrating with unleashed tension. His skin was flushed. Tension emanated from him in waves, every muscle of his body taut with lust barely held in check. His eyes were hot and dark as they raked every inch of her naked body visible to him. Then he looked back up at her, eyes glittering with the intensity of his desire, and something else; something she couldn't quite decipher but that was so utterly hot and male that she couldn't control the instinctive, heady, automatic response of her body, her breath catching and pulses leaping. Her sheath tightened about his deeply embedded manhood, subtly caressing the thick intruder as she quivered and melted under his gaze. Kal stiffened and held himself rigid over her for a tense moment, his muscles trembling as he fought to control himself, still mindful of her comfort. But she saw the terrible need in his eyes and she knew, she knew.
"Yes, Kal! Gods, yes! Take me."
Her voice was breathless and husky from her own want and need as she gave him leave of the tight, ruthless restrain he had put on himself. His eyes bore into hers even as another guttural groan rumbled up from his chest, and hearing her words was abruptly too much. Heat surged through his entire body in an ungovernable rush, and his hard-won control splintered. A rough sound burst from his throat and he began thrusting with heavy power, slowly, relentlessly driving in and out of her, groaning at the loss each time he pulled from her wet, clinging sheath, growling in pure, lustful pleasure as he pushed back into her; the incredibly tight internal clasp of her body sheathing his hard, throbbing member until he thought he would go insane with the need, with the pleasure, with the way she was responding to his every move as she eagerly took his passion and lust and need, and gifted him tenfold with her own in return, back arching, hips lifting, hot little cries breaking from her lips.
His first thrust had made her catch her breath at the harsh burning sensation. By the second thrust she was panting with the onslaught of desire. By the third thrust she was as mindless as he, clutching at his shoulders and crying out breathlessly; never taking her eyes of his, spellbound by their hot depths. She raised her knees and braced her feet on the bed, eagerly arching, lifting her trembling hips to receive another thrust, the impact shaking her entire body, and she fleetingly marveled that the immense strength of his muscular body could be used so deliciously to countermand her own strength, giving them both such intense pleasure.
"Beloved!"
Every time he plunged into her she felt the hot smooth length of his thick, hot, pulsing shaft slide up and up within her until he was sheathed inside her to the hilt; impossibly deep and hard and hot inside her, searing her sensitive flesh, and she wanted to scream with the incredible, perfect pleasure of it. Each time he withdrew she felt his girth; dragging exquisitely along the nerve-endings in her tight slick sheath, and she clamped down hard on him in frantic pleasure, sobbing at the ever tightening spiral of tension his every move built inside her. She was burning, glowing, strung on a tight wire of such intense need clamoring for release that she hurt with it. Air burning in her lungs, blind to everything but the man whose heavy weight crushed her to the bed and whose hard rod of male flesh moved relentlessly, achingly, blissfully, deep inside her. She raked her nails down his back to cup his laboring ass, imploring him with her eyes, scarcely aware that husky, disjointed words of need were falling from her lips.
Kal was so close to the edge that he felt the feathery sensation along his spine, but he desperately resisted it. Diana was close to her culmination, and he wanted – needed – to entice her to that satisfying explosion first; wanted to watch her come apart in his arms, needed to feel it. Shifting his weight to one elbow, he reached down between their bodies to stroke the tightly stretched entrance, her flesh so sensitive that she gasped as the touch jolted through her like lightning. Then he moved his attention to the little sexual nub that was the center of her pleasure, rubbing his fingertip back and forth across it, feeling her instantaneous response.
The fierce, rapidly increasing sensation gave her no mercy, and he gave her no mercy, not even when she bucked under his touch to escape the intensity. It burned her, melted her, and he rode her harder, deeper, thrusting with heavy power. The friction was almost unbearable, but he was touching her deep inside in such a way that she cried out in agonized pleasure, helplessly clinging to him as it grew stronger and stronger. When it finally shattered, she arched wildly against him, her body shuddering as her hips undulated, working herself on his invading shaft. Submerged in the throes of ecstasy, she only dimly heard her own wild cry as she dissolved in a huge explosion of senses, white-hot pleasure flooding her.
Freed from his constrains by her climax, Kal surrendered to the hot, wet, silken gloving of her body, the incredibly exquisite joining of their bodies. He pushed his hands underneath her and gripped her ass, hard, pistoning back and forth between her wide spread, straining thighs, slamming into her again and again, all thought now gone save for the primal need for release, to possess her, make her his. She was still with him, pacing him, and the rhythmic pulsing of her slick silken clinging sheath on his plunging shaft propelled him to the edge with dizzying speed. He arched over her powerfully, plunging into her again and again; harsh, helpless groans rumbling up from deep within his chest as he shook and pulsed with the nearing ecstasy, convulsively thrusting, slamming into her. He felt himself growing even harder and bigger inside her and then, with a husky shout, he exploded deep within her, flooding her with his essence, claiming her, marking her his.
Mindless with pleasure, groaning under onslaught of rapture almost too sharp to bear, he bucked heavily into her, riding wave after wave of pure sensation, until at last he slowly, heavily sank down on her, trembling and sweating, his heart pounding in his chest against her breast, and his breath catching on occasional small groans at the last small twitches of his climax.
He was so heavy but Diana didn't mind; cherishing the closeness, the reality. His head rested on the pillow next to her, his face towards her, eyes closed, and she could feel his warm breath fanning the skin of her neck as their madly pounding hearts quieted to a more normal rhythm. She threaded her fingers through his hair in a tender caress before letting her hand fall limply on the bed; her body so heavy and weak with the surfeit of pleasure still pulsing through it that even that small move required more energy than she could muster. He was still embedded deeply inside her, as loath to separate of their bodies as she was, and lulled by the silence of aftermath, the steady beat of his heart against her breast. Kal finally stirred and carefully separated their bodies.
"Kal..."
More... so...so...so much...more...
He only nodded and turned over on his back as Diana straddled him, draping herself over him, aligning their bodies, their skin kissing intimately everywhere in between. He flushed hot, his arms still lying loosely at his sides, his flesh set ablaze where she teasingly shimmies against him.
Both hands pressed against his chest, a wicked grin faced down at him.
Diana lowered herself onto him with an almost agonizing slowness. Kal grit his teeth, releasing a loud moan, his girth spreading her wide, sliding into her wetness unhindered and settling in the hottest, deepest parts of her. He watches her breathlessly as she throws her head back, her lips parted on a gasp of pleasure at being filled, by him. Oh yes, he wants to do that to her again, over and over. That's the moment he realizes it, that he'll never, ever get enough of this woman. They've only just begun and she owned him.
Their hips began moving then, hard pressing into soft, her torso wavering and weaving over his, riding him and possessing his soul without even trying. She's so gorgeous, her chest thrust out and inviting his hands to engulf her breasts once again, his fingers playing her flesh like they've been doing this forever. He can only watch as her body dances over his, wave after wave of ecstasy and rightness moving through him with every thrust of her hips, every clench of her thighs, every fluttering of her lashes as she fought to keep her eyes open.
He almost levitated from the bed in elation. The precipice drew nearer with every push, every time his length plunges into her body, her velvety wetness caressing him on all sides. He wants…no, needs for her to come first, her pleasure so paramount to him. He dips a finger into her, stroking so close to where they're joined, almost undone by the feeling of her stretched taut around his shaft. Sliding slippery and slick around her clit, he's once again thrilled at their contact, reveling in the fact that they have so much more to discover, every time they make love.
Kal glanced over to see her silhouette dancing on the wall. Her figure so damn sexy, giving him a picture show. He was so mesmerized, he could only hear her moan softly. He, for one, couldn't say anything as Diana rode him. He gasped beneath her, head falling back as she swiveled her hips and arched her back. The tension was unbearable. Every movement caused a great amount of friction, both could feel the intense pressure building up. Kal gripped her hips and began to thrust upwards to match her, each thrust pushed him deeper inside of her.
Diana cupped his cheek making him look at her. She leaned down and then they're kissing again, deeply, eagerly, their bodies moving in sync and already way better at this than they have any right to be, but it's like they just know, intimate and connected and reading what the other wants and needs right now. They explore each other. Kal ran his hands up and down her sides and back, palming her breasts, dipping to cup her between the legs. The heat and moisture pouring from her almost breaks him, her body shuddering at the contact and her nails digging into his shoulders as she clings to him desperately and rides him, a series of erotic whimpers falling from her lips as she so obviously delights in his touch.
Diana dug her nails into his chest. He captured her groan of satisfaction in his mouth, his tongue painting hers with their mutual desire for more, for something harder and faster and wild, something entirely out of their control.
Kal suddenly sat up with Diana's form was cradled by his crossed legs, her own legs curled around him. He held her securely, one arm around her waist and the other across her back, his fingers twined in her hair. She hugged him, his shoulders firm under her palms. Her breasts tingled, pressed against his naked chest. They were intimately joined, his erection snugly held inside her wetness. She throbbed with sensation.
She raked her nails over his back. She sighed against him as his tongue swept into her mouth, asserting what little dominance he could as she set an even tempo.
"Diana..."
"Kal..."
Her forehead came to rest on his shoulder and she began moving faster, taking him in more deeply as she rocked them back and forth. She was listening to him partner. Hearing his breath catch when she moved and let his energy flow through her.
Diana clenched her slick inner walls, squeezing the thickness of Kal's length. Twin groans escaped them and he thrust upward and again he moved against her and Diana's breath hitched – he was rubbing her with exquisite pressure.
With a whispered "oh," she used her muscles to grip him even tighter.
Their hands and hips moved in tandem as they stared into one another's eyes. Nerve endings thrummed with the awareness of being fully connected: in mind, body, and soul.
When Diana looked back up at him, Kal claimed her mouth with agonizing slowness. Heat was rising within her, the sensual caress of his lips and tongue sending molten shivers throughout her body.
Her lips parted, allowing him entrance, and he thrust his tongue against hers. At that moment the fire that had been smoldering inside them finally broke free. A conflagration of ecstasy exploded through the couple, filling their beings and sending them soaring.
"Oh, yes... so good..." She gasped against him, hands searching for the spot the on his back she'd found in her earlier quest. He began to thrust up to meet her movements wiping any coherent thought from her mind. Her hands settled on his ass as he rocked up into her, taking him in even more fully.
Her hands pressed hard into his sides as their rhythm became frantic, their pulses racing.
She bit into his shoulder as his lips landed on her neck and he returned her to once again. His tongue darted out, dipping into the hollow of her throat in unison with his thrusts and she couldn't take it anymore. She fell, gasping his name as he continued to move against her, prolonging the pleasure.
"Kal," it was a mere whisper and she took a shuddering breath, "Kal, Beloved... so close..."
God, she felt so good, and he presses his forehead to hers to slow their ministrations for just a moment, to revel in the fact that they're here, as one, doing this. He wanted to absorb it all, catalog her every reaction to his touch, every sigh and shiver she produces.
Her muscles clench when he makes contact with her nerves, her nails digging into the muscle of his biceps where she's holding on for dear life, and he stills himself against the instinct to just take and take and take from her because nothing has ever felt this damn good, this right. He continued to work her clit with one hand, the other hand gripping her hip to the point bruising, dragging her down onto his length as he thrusts up, over and over, both of them so, so close now.
She breaks first, her movements stuttering and then halting altogether as her back bows and bends in pleasure, his hips and hands still working her as she rides it out, the whole of her body pulsing and flushed, mouth open as she pants and breathes out tiny exclamations of euphoria, a chorus of "oh oh oh yes" flowing uninhibited from her lips.
Her muscles continued to clench and squeeze relentlessly at him, begging him to join her in that abyss, and he follows without pause, surging into her once, twice, three more times before he's there, the explosion of bliss that begins in his midsection crackling and spreading into every limb, every digit, making the crown of his head prickle with it. His own voice joined in harmony with hers, a strangled, unhinged oh Diana escaping into the space between them, the intensity of it exploding like fireworks, a cascade of brilliant hues projected onto his eyelids as they slam shut at his peak. He threw back his head and letting out a long-awaited groan as he came inside of her. Diana felt his essence filling her up and it was this that sent her over the edge yet again alongside him. The two of them came together, gripping each other as they rode out their orgasms.
After long minutes of bliss, their shared orgasm slowly ebbed. Her body falls limp against him then, clutching helplessly at his shoulders as they ride out the aftershocks, every wave that moves through them drawing a whimper of pleasure from her lips, a rumble of satisfaction from deep within his chest. They finally slow and stop, both of them panting and clinging tightly to the other, their closeness suddenly vital and necessary, neither making any move to detach, to untangle. Panting, they held each other tightly in the afterglow, gazing at each other lovingly with sated grins on their faces.
As soon as he caught his second wind, Kal turned the tables once more and pressed Diana down beneath him. He shoved his lips against hers, and tongues clashed and battled once more as he began to thrust into her. He wants to be the one to give her that gratification, draw those exquisite sounds of ecstasy from her lips, watch her face contort as the rapture of his touch takes her apart, again and again. Diana moaned and wrapped her arms around him, dragging her nails down his back.
They lay close together, neither thinking of anything put the pleasure that was crashing as waves of passion throughout their body.
He wants her all over again... he wants her forever...
Diana kissed him softly then, her mouth warm and pliant against his, and it tastes remarkably like a promise, that yes, she wants this too, and no, it won't always be easy, but it just might be the most worthwhile thing they've done in a very long time.
Their mouths were fused, kissing deeply, their tongues engaged in a most heavenly dance, their hands and fingers now roaming freely, limbs tangling to draw the other ever closer.
Diana reluctantly pulled away momentarily from his mouth, taking mercy on him and doing the speaking for the both of them, whispering against his damp, swollen lips. Kal pulled her back to him, passing their promises and commitments between the soft smudging of their lips.
Nothing they've had experienced prepared them for the emotional upheaval that making love with each other had thrown them in the middle of. To roused their lust as profoundly as they had for each other, the need for each other spiritually, emotionally and physically. What they shared was powerful and unstoppable, indelibly imprinted in their body as well as their mind; a fire that had left them scorched and already thirsting to feel the flame once again.