Pregnancy Cravings

An inbetweener for "The Blessing"

Metropolis, Clark Kent Apartment, 1:30 A.M.

Diana Prince watched her love, Clark Kent, with a grin as he was making her a middle of the night pregnancy snack. Four months pregnant with their first child, Clark had faithfully provided whatever she wanted, no matter what it was or at what hour of the night she demanded it.

Diana bit her lip, still staring at him. Jet black curls messy from the bed. His chiseled jaw had a five o'clock shadow that added ruggedness to his otherwise regal appearance. His skin was breathtaking, smooth, with exquisite definition. The physique of a God. Broad mountains of shoulder. Strong arms, the veins in his forearms are bulging and awake, the tendons moving as he worked. Massive rock-solid chest and washboard abs. The outline of his lower abs disappeared into the soft fabric of his black boxers at his waistline. Gods, that muscular back of his. She was feeling greedy and with how scrumptious he looked, having her man as a snack too was everything and more.

Clark glanced at her with a smile. Diana was wearing his white button-down collar shirt, revealing her bra and panties.

It was incredibly sexy how he was so patient and catered to her every whim. She was grateful for him, being best friends for 20 years, knowing everything about one another.

"Tell me again, why they call it slutty brownies?" She grinned innocently trying to steal his attention again.

Clark chuckled. "Di...well... from what I read from getting the recipe it's described as simply "cheap and easy," "messy," "dirty," and "bad for you."

A cookie dough Oreo brownies (aka "slutty brownies") are layered with cookie dough, Oreos, and brownie batter to create the ultimate dessert bar.

Diana giggled, kissing him on the cheek, while glided her hand up and down his spine. "I like that it's easy to make. I like when we get messy and dirty. To me, having delicious sweets made by my Love is very good for me. The name is quite interesting but as many others have done, it's up to our own interpretation."

Clark smirked. "Always leave it up to you to find a better view of things."

After layering, he placed the brownies in the oven and set the timer.

"That's what we both do. It's perspective." She grabbed his arm... "Now, come here, I have another craving while that's baking." ...and lead him with her. Her shirt raised higher as she walked with extra sway revealing her bottom cheeks.

Even with her hormones completely out of whack, Diana's motivations were quite transparent. Clark understood her intentions and was more than willing to utterly and completely satisfy all her demanding hunger.

She craved her Beloved. She craved him all the time. Morning, noon, and night, jumping him several times a day. This was a normal part of pregnancy. Of course, she wanted him like this even before the pregnancy but the pregnancy has caused the influx of hormones to skyrocket to a thousand.

In the living room, Clark grabbed her from the behind and lifted her up. His hands held her gently as he chewed the soft skin around her neck. Clark sat on the sofa and pulled Diana down to his lap facing him. He kissed his hand and placed his hand gently on her stomach. After a moment her two passes, Diana took in a deep shuddering breath as the baby kicked. The warmth of Diana, the sound of not only her heartbeat but their child's, and the feel of movement seeps all the way to Clark's thudding heart.

"Can't wait to see you, baby girl. You're going to be my sous chef so we can make mommy her favorites together."

Diana smiled and placed her hand over his. "How are you so sure?"

"I just know. She's going to look just like her mother."

"Kal?" her eyes swelling and wet.

"Yeah, Di?" starring back at her flawless soul

"I'm pregnant," she whispered overcoming her emotions.

Flashback: Hessia's Dojo

"I've never felt like this before."

"Whatever it is we will deal with it together."

"The analysis didn't take as long as I thought," Hessia said as she walked in. "It was pretty clear before but I had to make sure."

"What is it, Hessia?"

Hessia smiled proudly. "Congratulations. You two are expecting your first child."

Diana gasped and Clark's jaw dropped.

"What?! You're...you're serious! Diana's pregnant?! That's what you are saying, right?!" Clark questioned.

Hessia nodded and laughed amused at his enthusiasm. "I'm very serious, Clark."

Clark and Diana happily embraced each other.

"We're having a baby, Kal," she whispered in his ear.

Clark slightly pulled away and cupped her cheeks, pulling her back to him in a passionate kiss. He then leaned his forehead against hers and looked deep into her eyes.

"This is for real, Di." He gently wiped her tears.

Diana put her hand over Clark's and nodded.

"Our baby…" her voice trailed off.

Flashback End

They felt more of the baby's movements, making both the soon-to-be-parents burst out in joyful laugher but suddenly tears ran down Diana's face uncontrollably.

"Kal..."

"I know...I know. I love you, so much."

"I love you, too."

Diana cupped his face with both hands, eyes shining with love beneath her wet eyelashes, a soft smile on her lips, and she pulled him to a soft sweet kiss. She poured every ounce of the love he saw in her eyes into that kiss, and he responds with equal fervor. He threads his fingers into her hair, enjoying the feel of her silky strands against his fingertips and he savored the feel of her warm pliant lips against his. She skimmed her tongue across his bottom lip. Of course, since it was them, what was intended to be an affectionate kiss turned into a hot and heavy makeout session. Diana moaned in Clark's mouth as his hands roamed her body and groped her ass automatically. He loved her gracious voluptuous curves and even more so now, the pregnancy having her breasts fuller and her whole body was hypersensitive. Diana felt a current shoot through her body. Diana entered his mouth with her tongue and held his head steady with her palms directing his chin. They brushed their tongues lightly and slowly like a butterfly's wings. Clark understood Diana's willingness to explore murmured a little "Mmm..." that sound alone let her know how much he is enjoying the kiss. She continued darting her tongue in and out as he varied the length of the contact. Not getting enough of him, she rolled the tip of her tongue all the way around his tip in a seductive, swirling motion. After a nice swirl, she pulled back in a slight pause, and then nibble so lightly on his lower lip. Following her, Clark darted his tongue into her mouth and Diana sucked on it gently for a brief moment before releasing it. As she came back for more and he knew what to do with his tongue. Clark left her lips and trailed soft kisses from the chin and cheeks to the jawline and continue on to the nape of the neck. He licked the hollow just beneath her earlobe and pressed more soft wet kisses against the pulse in the neck then back again as made his way back to the mouth.

The timer went off in the kitchen.

They break apart, chests heaving as they gasp for air, foreheads pressed together.

Diana grinned and slowly stood up. "Mmm...smells so good."

"Hope it tastes good too."

"Of course it will. It's made with your love." they walked back to the kitchen.

"Love for my Queen and Princess."

He kissed her cheek as she sat on the barstool.

She watched as Clark took the medium personal-sized pan out of the oven.

He placed it on the counter then went to the freezer to get the ice cream and the scooper from the drawer.

"4 scoops."

"I know, Di," he smirked. "And chocolate syrup."

Clark placed the pan in front of her and handed her a spoon. He also had a side of strawberries to dip in chocolate syrup.

Diana dived right in. "Ooh...so so good!" she squealed taking the first bite.

Clark got himself a spoon and was about to have a taste until Diana frowned and pulled the pan closer.

"Diana, really? I can't have any?"

"No," she said sternly.

He has to bite his lip to contain his chuckle, knowing exactly how dangerous it is to laugh at his pregnant, hormonal Queen when she's in pursuit of her latest craving as he takes in the adorable pout on her face, munching on her snack.

"If I would've known you weren't going to share, I would've made it bigger," dropping his spoon.

"Kal, I am eating for two. And besides, I have to take full advantage now because once we get to Themyscira it won't be easy satisfying these cravings."

"Who said? The Super Express is 24/7. I'm going to be right with you to satisfy your every need. Work and all is covered. And even before the pregnancy, you wouldn't share."

"I love how you spoil me with everything...especially your cooking, Darling..." she said sweetly.

"Don't try to butter me up though, Di, just to get out of shar-" He reached for a scoop but Diana slapped his hand. "Ow!" He sighed. "At least slow down!"

"Next time make it bigger and I will eat just half."

"...And the other half is mine?" He asked with a wide smile.

"No, the other half is for the baby!"

He looked at her in disbelief. "Really Di?"

She giggled and he pouted at her. "It's not my fault you cook so good and stuffing me with such delicious foods," she countered in a teasing voice.

"Stuffing with just food?" He smirked.

Diana gasped with a surprised look. "I mean we do have a 9-month result of that..."

She had him there.

"As long as you're satisfied, then I'm happy."

He went around the counter and stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her warm body as he pressed a kiss into her neck. Diana's breath hitched when her lover nuzzled her neck and his lips gently caress her sensitive skin. Her pulse jumps and she releases a muffled groan, but she doesn't resist. Instead, she tilted her head to the side, giving him better access. Clark kissed down her neck leisurely, tasting her skin, nipping it lightly. He picked a nice, juicy spot and suckled on it hard to leave his mark.

"Here, Love." Diana raised a spoonful to him.

"You're sharing?"

"Yes, Love. You did an incredible job. Here."

She brought the spoon to his lips. It felt like slow motion as she focused on how they parted for her and she pressed it to the glistening tongue waiting inside, hidden from view as his lips closed around it to pull in the sauce that coated the utensil. He pulled the spoon back and the appendage made another appearance to lick the chocolate off the corner of his mouth.

As Diana dipped the spoon for herself and was bringing it to her lips, drops of the melting ice cream spilled on her breasts. Clark licked his lips and smirked.

"Let me get that for you."

He turned the barstool for her to face him. He leaned forward, licking the trailing of ice cream.

"Ooh, Darling," she moaned.

The combination of the cool cream and his warm tongue was such a delight.

Clark reached over to get the bottle of chocolate syrup pouring in it over her chest. With a cheeky smile, Clark took a strawberry gliding over her chest to cover with the syrup. He took half of it into his mouth, leaning for her to take the other half and pressed his lips to hers, savoring a long and tender kiss. The mixed flavor of chocolate, strawberry and each other was so tantalizing. Diana eased of the shirt. He lifted her from the stool and sat her on the counter. Clark unclamped her bra. Releasing her breasts from their confine, he was mesmerized. Cupping her breasts to fill his hands; his thumbs rolling over her hardening nipples.

The way she reacted just at the first brush of his thumb across her tightened nipple, the way she arched into his hands and let out an unabashed, throaty moan, was worth it in itself.

He always had to stop and stare for a moment whenever any of his Goddess's intimate areas were bared to him, struck with awe both at her sheer perfection and her willingness to share herself with him. Her breasts numbered among his favorite sights in the universe, along with her face and every other part of her, of course. Clark had memorized every inch of her. The smooth cream sun kiss of her skin. The softness and warmth and the way her breasts fit into his hands, but they had already grown even fuller over the four months of her pregnancy, and he found this both fascinating and absolutely delightful. It was natural that any woman would be self-conscious sometimes about the temporary alteration of their sleek figure being that it was an inevitable part of childbearing, but Diana was fully embracing her new curves and Clark never failed to remind her the sheer adoration he felt for her changing shape, both for what it represented and how truly lovely it was.

After he'd brought her to the point of gasping just from tracing and cupping her soft curves with his hands, he finally succumbed to the urge to lower his head and fully savor his goddess's utterly delectable breasts. He listened with immense satisfaction as she cried his name and moaned with each fervent motion of his lips and tongue, writhing furiously on his lap and stirring his passion further. Her reactions were irresistible. Diana had always been marvelously sensitive, but pregnancy seemed to have made the erotic sensations even more intense for her, yet another reason for him to adore her maternal condition.

He continued to bury his face in between her breast while Diana's hands made fists into his hair. Clark sucked her rock-hard nipple as good as she wished and started to lay open mouth kisses down her bare midriff. His tongue poked her belly button making Diana ticklish.

Clark made his way back up to her lips for some wet and sloppy kisses. His tongue sliding into her mouth slowly, licking her lips first. Diana captured his tongue, sucking gently.

Clark sat down on the stool and grabbed at her thighs, pulling them apart. He broke their kiss.

"Lay back a bit."

She smiled at him mischievously biting her lip, slowly leaning back. "Kal...you naughty man."

He smirked opening her legs more, placing them over his shoulders. He kissed along the inside of her thighs. He pressed the satin into her center with his tongue and swirled it around. Diana jumped and moaned as the pleasure soared from her core to her bobbing breasts.

Her scent was strong and alluring, awakening his animal. Grabbing her ass, ready to feast on her like a starving man. He groaned, biting right into her thigh. He pulled her panties to one side, exposing her.

"Ah, yes!" she exclaimed as he dived into her pink pool of glistening pleasure.

When his tongue swept over her pearl, her hips rose off the table. The feeling of his wet tongue on her sensitive flesh made Diana cry out.

She felt the pull of his smile between her legs. He licked her repeatedly with his bold tongue. Diana's senses heightened on the growing shocks around her core. She tangled her fingers into his unruly black hair and held on as his tongue and lips kept her in ecstasy, her toes curling and her vaginal muscles trying to clench around something—anything. Diana was in heaven. So close to that edge, she closed her eyes, the head was thrown back.

He loved the taste and feel of his Goddess on his tongue, gushing her wetness into his mouth, drinking her like a delicacy. The sounds coming from her while he worked her mercilessly driving him to the brink of his sanity. Kneading her beautiful cheeks between his hands he licked and sucked everywhere he could reach, bringing her to near orgasm over and over again. She came mad, crying his name when he sucked her pearl between his lips, rubbing his tongue over it, while at the same time groping and scratching the hyper-sensitive flesh of her derrière.

Diana couldn't move, her limbs feeling like jelly. She felt Clark put her legs down back around his waist and allowed him to pull her upright until she was resting with her head on his shoulder, slowly coming back to her senses.

Gods, how much she loved this gorgeous man. Turning her head up she started kissing him again, tasting herself on his lips.

"Damn. That is good."

Diana half-naked still on the counter.

"You, Mr. Kent, are such a talented man." her full breasts marked red.

"Diana, I told you about-" he paused as he watched Diana lean forward to him and licked her essence still on his lips.

"You know you love my sweet-talking and...tasting," she teased. "You're giving me that look again."

"You know...you are giving me that same look."

"Uh-huh...I surely am..."

The pregnancy was amping up her appetite making her want him at all hours of the day which he was perfectly fine with. They had even gotten a little more adventurous in the bedroom and he was happy to indulge her cravings, both nutritional and sexual, and it brought with it a whole other level of satisfaction he hadn't expected. Sex now had another meaning to him, another layer of pleasure added to the act in itself he never considered before and it shocked him the first time his mind went there with a groan.

He didn't even know how to explain his own, how to put into words how intensely satisfying it was to... to provide everything to her. It obsessed him and now he couldn't take his mind off it. He wanted to give her pleasure, feed her, breathe her.

To fill her.

"Kal, Love..." He felt the bottom of her foot caress his thick member through the fabric of his boxers. Clark's breath caught in his throat as Diana began to kiss along his jaw, her fingers kneading his curls.

"Di-Diana," he tried, but his voice was failing him.

He groaned and Diana returned her lips to his mouth, nipping his lower lip forcefully.

"I want you right now," she breathed, and her voice was raspy. "Off.." she demanded.

Clark nodded dumbly, his boxers straining under her administrations. He swiftly took his boxers off tossing them to land on the counter.

"Take me to the bedroom, Kal."

That was all the permission Clark needed. He gave her a quick kiss on the forehead then swooped her up in his arms and flew to the bedroom. Diana let out a squeak and giggled as he gently laid her down on the bed.

Clark sighed in desire as he slid his hands over her exposed skin. He dug his fingers into the soft flesh trying to get as much of it in his palms as he could along with mouthfuls of her warm, rounded breasts.

"Ah...oh...Kal..." Her eyes shutting as she melts under his touch.

His hands then traveled down her side to the hem of her wet panties. He smirked have a different idea, leaning forward placing a kiss over her panties before slowly and playfully sliding them down her legs with his teeth.

He sat back on his heels looking down at her. He was mesmerized as he took her curvy body in, heat surging through him. Naked, pregnant Diana was a sight to behold. She was glowing. She had always, always glowed in his eyes, but there did seem to be even more of a special aura about her that was entirely new. A large part of her radiance was the sheer happiness she was feeling at the realization of the dreams of motherhood that she'd thought were lost forever until finally taking the step with Kal, and some extraordinarily luminous quality in her already beautiful hair and skin, too.

"You are beautiful, you know that?" he spoke softly before leaning down to her once more.

This time the kiss was softer, little pecks deepening to slow, real kisses. His tongue grazed her lip signaling her to open her mouth, allowing Clark to slip his tongue into her. Tongues explored mouths as hands began to explore bodies. Diana's hands moved from Clark's neck down his torso. Clark began trailing kisses down Diana's neck and into her cleavage. He continued kissing downwards, realizing how she glistened in waiting, ready for him. Diana began to squirm on the bed, needing him more and more.

He gently drew his finger over her flower. Using his thumb caressing her pearl, teasing her a bit more. He laid more kisses on either side of her thighs before he dipped lower and took her foot in his hands. He started to massage and palm her foot. He took her big toe into his mouth and bit it gently.

"Ohh..." she gasped and giggled.

Releasing her toe, he continued to massages her heels, toes, ankle, and joint to Diana's greatest pleasure. Then he stroked her inner thighs, and showered her with more kisses, making his way back up keeping Diana hot and waiting for her ultimate destination.

"Kal, please..." she begged breathlessly.

Without another word, his face between her legs, kissing her skin up and down with licks and gentle bites. Diana moaned when she felt soft but insistent tongue lapped its way from her entrance. Clark repeated the act several times before sucking her gently into his mouth, making Diana moan louder as she canted her hips up to meet Clark's mouth.

In a matter of seconds, Diana was hoarsely moaning Clark's name as she neared her climax whilst gripping his hair tightly in her fists. The way Diana grip Clark's hair only made him moan, sending pleasant shivers all through Diana's body, and encouraged him to double her efforts, the tip of his tongue circling the sensitive nub rapidly as he glides two of his fingers across her slick folds, gently stroking her needy pearl. She is gushing with wetness. He strokes in and out, reaching the spots that make Diana see stars.

"Aaahh, Kal! I...ahh ahh...!" she moaned out, rocking her hips into his hand.

He finished her with a strong curl of his fingers inside as he thumbs her pearl and she comes with a loud, keening moan, her hot walls squeezing down on his fingers. Clark watched her pleasured face in rapture. He loved the effect he has on her, how frazzled she gets from his skillful touch. That did it for Diana, screaming Clark's name at the top of her lungs as she came, almost pushing Clark away from the way her hips buckled up because of her powerful orgasm.

As her taut body relaxed, Diana was still panting when she felt the bed dipped on her right side, slightly groaning when Clark removed his fingers.

Clark began kissing his way back up to her mouth. Diana could feel how much Clark needed her, just as much as she needed him. His erection pressing against her thigh. She stretched a hand down and began to massage him. He broke the kiss momentarily. Diana's cute mouth opened soundlessly as she stared at him. Then a spark ignited in her eyes. He knew what that meant. Clark exhaled sharply through his nose when she grasped him, her thumb circling the tip.

"Oh, how I love my Kryptonian sweets," she purred.

She gives him a long stroke and she used his distraction to get on top. She kneeled over his lap and puts her hands on his shoulders for support, then kissed him. He wrapped his arm around her, kissing her ardently.

"Kal, Honey, can I ride your face?"

Without waiting for his reply, she sat on his face.

Her wet entrance is poised just above his lips, teasing him with its nearness. She lowered herself just enough to brush his nose on her folds teasingly, then pulled up. Clark kissed her thighs, his hands holding her hips. Diana was trembling above him already.

He watched her face, peeking out over her belly, as he brought his mouth to her pearl. He absolutely loved her taste. She tasted so sweet. Sweeter than the brownies and ice cream. Diana had to grab the headboard of the bed to keep upright. She gasped loudly in surprise and immediately she pressed her lips together to keep from being too loud. Easier said than done. His lips sucked on her folds and his tongue made a few swipes over her before delving inside her. Her knees shook as she struggled to stay up, even with holding onto the headboard with white knuckles from the effort of it.

Clark himself felt like he was going to vibrate out of existence. The smell and taste of her were enough to make him want to weep with longing. She moved against him and made little noises of pleasure with his efforts.

Diana's mouth fell open, harsh pants leaving her. Her entire body shaking but still nowhere near satisfied, she continued moving in the increasing rhythm and noisily releasing her desires. Clark felt her fingers back in his hair as her hips rocked harder and faster on his face. He didn't mind. If anything, it was turning him in even more. He loved the way she took charge of their pace. Her vision blurred at the edges before his teeth bite gently on her wet skin to bring her back to the present. Diana jumped slightly and groaned his name. Clark didn't soften even by a fraction. He wanted this moment to last as much as possible. He, of course, was blessed with super stamina. He wanted her to come apart, he wanted to tip her over the edge, to witness the full glory of her raptures. His eyes gazed up at her trembling body, the movement of her breasts, the expression on her face as her head fell down between her shoulders.

She moaned his name as if it was a prayer. She was so close. Gods, he was so good! Diana teetered on the edge of the rope. And when he sucked hard on her, she tumbled over. She cried out, despite desperately trying to keep herself muffled. Her vision went completely black and she could hardly breathe as the orgasm rocketed through her body. The noise that came out of her was loud enough that they were sure our neighbors would hear it but didn't give a damn.

Diana's heart was still stuttering in her chest, but she felt loose and happy and wild. She felt wonderful. A breathy laugh escaped her.

Once she calmed, she eased off of his face and looking down at him only to gasp and hold her mouth. He was literally flooded with her juice. Not only his face but his neck and even part of his muscular chest were covered in her essence.

He smiled cheekily. "Damn, Diana. You taste amazing. Much better than the brownies. My sweetly messily delectable Queen."

Diana bit her lip and smiled. She looked down to notice his erection tall and proud. She started to massage him with her long fingers.

Clark hissed as she dipped lower to his shaft continuing to stroke him, rubbing her palm over the sensitive head. He was huge and hot in her hands and she wanted him stuffed deep inside. The hungry look on her face almost made him whimper with need. Planting a soft kiss on the tip of his throbbing manhood, she trailed kisses all the way up to Clark's chest, hearing soft moans escaping his mouth.

"I want to pleasure you, too, Beloved."

Her lips were so close that he could feel her warm breath tickling him and even the vibrations of her voice as she spoke, sending shivers of lust all the way up to his spine. With an emphatic nod and sank back into the mound of pillows, shuddering and gasping a moment later at the feel of her mouth silken-wet and soft around him.

Diana always, always watched his face as she made love to him like this, and he always watched her right back in breathless wonder – right now, she looked even more assured in her lustful triumph than usual, and she took obvious pride in having the nerve to do something so utterly wicked with him under her control. She already knew exactly what he liked. The pleasure she could give him this way was practically unbearable, and it was only increased by the knowledge that every blissful sensation he was feeling was the result of absolutely deliberate and extremely intimate action on her part.

Clark was barely conscious of what words were falling from his lips. He hoped that the intense love and affection he was trying to express came across in his words, although what he could manage to string together was little more than a series of heated but disconnected endearments between gasps and moans. He moved his hands to gently stroke her face and hair.

It was almost too much for him, the sight and sounds of it all: her lovely cerulean eyes constantly finding his own and glimmering with both affection and playfulness, a few escaped raven curls just barely tickling his thighs, her clever, well-practiced mouth, and her slim, pretty hands that touched and stroked and squeezed in all the places where he wanted them. He buried his hands in her hair when she did something so perfectly wonderful with her tongue that his muscles tightened.

"God, Diana...Di..." he gritted out.

As soon as she pulled away and sat up, she smirked and straddled him.

"Mmhh...My sexy love...so...so good."

Clark pulled her tightly against him, kissing her hard and deep. She giggled between kisses and they reveled in the intimacy of it all. These sweet, silly moments in the midst of lovemaking that Clark had never even dreamed were possible before this wonderful woman had walked into his life. Intent on eliciting more of her sweet laughter, he slowed down and nipped and nibbled at her perfect lips, then moved onto her neck, and her laughter quickly mixed with gasping moans.

Taking a good look at Diana's pregnant stomach, Clark couldn't help but think he had gotten the most beautiful woman in the world.

Diana kissed him and slid down on his jutting member smoothly, Diana's forehead rests on his shoulder as she panted lightly while adjusting to his thick girth filling her up so deeply once again. Clark kept still, but for a different reason—he's concentrating on the incredible sensation of her clamping down on him like a vice.

The moment of sweet reprieve is over when Diana started riding him, at first jerkily, but soon she adeptly fell into the perfect rhythm. Clark moved with her, rocking up, so that his hard length hits her deepest spot with every stroke, making Diana even more eager and frantic as she moaned throatily, eyes closed, throwing her head back in ecstasy.

Clark moaned out, his hands gripping Diana's hips so tight. Her soft, hot, and tight walls were gripping his shaft. Panting, Diana continued grinding her hips, moaning when he hit all the right places, making her knees and thighs shake. She gripped Clark's arms, her nails digging into his smooth skin that will surely leave crescent marks. Clark doesn't mind at all. He was so mesmerized by her mounds bouncing pleasantly at his eye level. Without thinking Clark captured her nipple with his lips, sucking it eagerly into his mouth while his other hand was busy playing with its twin, twisting, pinching, and pulling Diana's already too sensitive nipple. Diana's eyes fly open with a surprised gasp when he sucked intently on her left peak. She held his head closer to her chest.

"Kal! I... I...!" she tried to say, but words escaped her so she just grinds onto him even harder.

The pleasure mounted rapidly as they both race to the finish line.

Diana's whole body tightens onto him, arms, legs, and her hot pulsing core.

"Diana... nghh..." he moaned around her nipple.

"Clark! Kal! Ahh!... Oh! Ahhhaaahhh!" Diana's sounds get louder and more incoherent as she goes completely wild on top of him.

The intense waves of pleasure crash all over Diana's body and with a loud cry she arches her back and comes so hard that her love juices were all over his lap.

Diana gripped Clark's hair and pulled hard when another wave of orgasm washed through her. She was shaking even more uncontrollably now she gasped out then leaned her forehead against Clark's.

Diana peered up at him through half-lidded, content cerulean eyes, communicating all she felt for him in just one look.

"Diana," Clark cooed breathlessly as he kissed and nipped any patch of skin he could reach.

He lost himself in pleasure succumbing to his own orgasm and pressed a soft kiss to her lips.

There's no lustful hurry between them, just the slow dance of lips caressing each other lovingly. When they finally part after some time, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her forehead again, stroking her hair. He rolled them over, keeping himself inside her, not wanting to be separated, and laid her down gently on her back.

Moving from one position to the next was at first clumsy with Clark being overly cautious and careful. Though Diana assured him and they both became more relaxed with their lovemaking and moving from position to position. However, still being the gentleman he was, Clark couldn't help but ask anyway.

"Are you okay?"

She smiled and nodded. "Yes, Love...please...I want more of you."

He nodded and moved in and out of her slowly, watching the pure joy spread across her face. His hands moved to her sides. Diana's hands clutched the sheets. He thrust into her, and pulled out slowly, and thrust in again, teasing her. He bent forward, propping himself up on his elbows, kissing her while still keeping his slow teasing motion.

"I love you so much," he whispered in her ear before sitting up again, picking up his pace only slightly.

Again and again, she gasped, Diana's mouth opening and closing uselessly. Her eyes were closed, and after a few seconds, her head lolled to the side. She knew she was close. He knew she was close. He pushed her back until she was lying on her back and he was sat up. He moved in and out of her quickly, using his thumb to stimulate her more.

"Beloved," she gasped, throwing her head back in ecstasy.

Her moans became more audible and more breathless. He pumped in and out harder. He could feel her walls clamping around him as she cried out, her whole body spasming intensely.

Watching Diana climax pushed Clark to the edge, he began moaning louder. With a huff, he leaned down to capture Diana's lips in a searing kiss.

Parting, Clark sat up and slowly pulled himself out of her. Diana groaned from the loss. He gave her a smile then rolled her over to her side.

"Oh..." Diana was still a little breathless and shaky from her last orgasm.

Clark laid on his side and positioned himself close behind her. He felt the heat of her thighs as he pressed himself into her. Diana began to slowly rub against his hard rod, her wetness trickling out of her from their activities and the sheer naughtiness of her action. Diana's excitement skyrocketed, even more, when Clark's hand flexed, then gripped her tighter to steady her as he rolls his hips forward.

He grunted and plunged inside her. His thick member slid in easily like a knife into butter, reaching her innermost depths with this one stroke. He was completely surrounded by heat, wetness, and love. They stilled for just a minute, reveling in the intimacy of the moment. Need quickly overtook them and they began to move. Slowly and gently, and then with sudden spurts of speed. They both wanted to draw this encounter out, so when it felt like it was going to overcome them, they slowed.

All the while, Clark's hand explored her body without a hurry, starting with her shoulder, he brushed the raven hair off her neck and nuzzled her from behind, then he traced her collarbone. Diana moaned when he gently played with her breasts and rubbed her sensitive peaks, sending electricity straight to her aching core.

After he got his fill of touching her luscious chest, he glides his hand over her stomach, stroking it the way she liked the best, then he dipped lower. He made a stop to feeling her mound, marveling at her smoothness. He's so close to her pulsing need that Diana opened her legs to let him in between them.

"Touch... Please..." she urged him and bit her lip.

She both heard his chuckle and felt the vibrations on her back. Clark brushed his lips on the shell of her ear.

"I got you," he whispered in a deep, husky voice that makes her shiver.

"Kal..." she pleaded.

He doesn't disappoint. His hand brushed over her slit and he groaned with approval as he stroked her rose petals.

Diana arched her back. Her sudden tightening made Clark grunt with pleasure. He grinds into her purposely, searching for the most pleasurable places on her inner walls.

"Oh, Gods!" Diana cuts off with a moan when he found her weak spot and mercilessly rubs the tip onto it.

Clark panted hotly into her ear. He hooked her upper right leg over his hip, keeping her nicely spread, then he reared back, almost pulling out his length completely before slamming it back home. Stars burst before Diana's eyes and she surrendered to his touches with a shudder.

"Yes..." she whimpered.

Diana bit on the pillow to muffle her cries with his thick, throbbing member felt amazing inside her as every long stroke along her sensitive walls sends her spiraling to the brink.

"Oh... oh, Kal..." Diana mewled in pleasure as he rubbed her swollen pearl and bucks her hips into him.

Clark's broad chest rumbled with a deep groan that resonated through her. His teeth sunk into her shoulder as he gave one last powerful thrust and comes. With a muffled cry, Diana tipped over the edge. Fireworks burst behind her closed eyes with endless colors and she shuddered all over in her release, the pillow absorbing her loud moans. Her walls squeeze and clamp on the hard twitching length buried in her, milking him as he filled her to the brim.

There's a moment of stillness and contentment between them as they bask in the afterglow. They're both panting harshly, Clark's breath puffed on her nape as he nuzzled her, his hand on her stomach again. They're so close it's almost as if they merged into one being. Diana felt his beating pulse between her shoulder blades and deep inside her, where his member still rests in her overflowing sheath. Their bodies go slack after the mindblowing pleasure and they both breathe harshly.

Clark reluctantly pulled out. He embraced Diana, his arm loosely around her. His hand on her stomach. Diana smiled placing her hand over his.

Their breaths were still accelerated but slowly came back to normal.

"Are you alright?" he asked against her ear.

Diana just hummed, grasping his hand from her stomach, she pulled it up and kissed his knuckles. "More than," she replied with a satisfied sigh. "You always know just what to do."

Clark smirked triumphantly at that. "Good."

He pulled Diana more closely against his front, locking her into his chest lovingly while his hand was again resting gently on Diana's baby bump, and he kissed her nape and neck repeatedly. He then raised up a bit to kiss her cheek.

Diana turned slowly and carefully in his arms to face him.

"You're so, so beautiful. My Diana. My Queen," Clark mumbled, placing kisses all over her face.

Diana could only smile and blush. She leaned on his chest for more of his warmth, her breasts and stomach squishing against his flat, chiseled planes comfortably. They're both tired, but they bask in the immense satisfaction.

"Kal?"

"Yeah, Di?"

"You are my sweet handsome Spaceman I just can't get enough of. You fill me up in all the right ways."

Clark chuckled before kissing Diana deeply.

When they parted, Diana rested her cheek against his chest. She closed her eyes sleepily.

"I love you, Di," Clark whispered.

"I love you, too, Kal" Diana whispered back before they both fell asleep.

A few hours later...10 A.M.

Diana took in a deep breath then exhaled slowly. She placed her hand unconsciously over her stomach and let out a groan of slight discomfort.

Clark's eyes shot open already alert. He scooted down to kiss Diana's bump. His eyes widen in amusement when he saw how the baby visibly kicked and was moving. He heard the baby's heartbeat and even a yawn.

"Good morning, baby girl," Clark softly said as he placed his hand on Diana's stomach, rubbing soothingly. "Morning stretches, huh? Mommy's still trying to sleep, so we have to take it easy a little bit. But I'm glad you are already so energetic. That's a really good sign. You are a special kid, you know? Our miracle. Your mother and I have been through hell and back together for so long. We both gave up the possibility of a life like this but we made it. We are all waiting for you. I can't wait to see your precious little face and to hold you."

"Beloved," Diana said still exhausted. "What are you doing?"

Clark grinned. "Baby girl and I having our usual morning conversation while she's doing her morning stretches."

Diana laughed softly. "She's definitely preparing for something.

"Going to be a fighter like her mother."

"A fighter and a sues chef..."

"Maybe delving into science, literature, and music hearing her mother's incredible voice."

"It's so many things our baby can and will succeed in. But most of all being spoiled by her father."

"Oh, definitely!" Clark moved up and moved a strand of hair from Diana's face before kissing her softly. "Go back to sleep, Di. I need you to get plenty of rest."

"I know. I know." Diana smiled and yawned. "I love you, Kal." She kissed him again before falling fastback to sleep.

Clark scooted back down placing soft kisses all over her stomach.

"I love you, too, Diana." He placed another kiss and his hand on her stomach when he saw the baby kick again. "I love you, too, baby girl, so, so, much."