Inside a Cottage at nowhere
As Diana readied herself, the tantalizing aroma of dinner wafted through the air, a sign of Bruce's thoughtful indulgence. Eager not to keep him waiting, she emerged from the bedroom wearing a crimson lace satin gown. Bruce was busy in the kitchen, preparing a feast fit for royalty.
At the sound of her arrival, Bruce turned around. His eyes locked on how the dress accentuated her curves, and a low growl escaped his lips. "Well, well, all warmed up and looking absolutely mouthwatering," he husked, his gaze lingering on her enticing breasts.
The table was adorned with elegant candlesticks and a bouquet of her favourite flowers, adding a touch of romance to the enchanting atmosphere. Diana appreciated Bruce's thoughtfulness and the effort he put into making their evenings special. As she joined him in the kitchen, their eyes met, and she couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with love for this man who constantly went above and beyond to make her happy.
Bruce's culinary skills never failed to impress Diana. The countertops were lined with an array of fresh ingredients, their vibrant colours illuminating the room. She was drawn to the sizzling pans and the symphony of sounds that filled the air. The tantalising aroma that had enticed her earlier now enveloped her completely. Making her mouth water in anticipation of tasting Bruce's delectable creations.
As they ate, Diana complimented Bruce's culinary skills, calling him an incredible cook. He leaned back in his chair, fixating on her mesmerising form. From her luscious black waves of hair to her inviting curves, he admired every detail. Excitement built inside him as he imagined how they'd respond to each other's touch.
Bruce was itching to get his hands on her, from her silky hair to her inviting curves. He couldn't wait to see her unkempt hair after he'd had his way with her. His attention was drawn to the revealing lace dress that accentuated her breasts, and he longed to explore them with his mouth and hands. He moved his gaze southward, envisioning how he'd use his tongue to please her.
Finally, his focus shifted to Diana's legs, remembering how she tasted. The anticipation grew within him, knowing that every inch of her body held a promise of pleasure he couldn't resist.
"You have no idea what you do to me," Bruce confessed, his voice deepening with desire.
Diana blushed at his intense gaze but brushed it off playfully. "Donna teased me about making you wait," she chuckled. "But I can see now that you've been a patient man."
"Patient doesn't even begin to describe it," he murmured, his mind already wandering to the passionate night they were about to share.
After finishing her meal, Diana declared herself stuffed. Unbeknownst to her, her words fueled Bruce's appetite even more. He motioned for her to come closer, unable to resist any longer.
Diana noticed the fiery passion in his eyes as she approached him. The heat radiating from him sent a rush of adrenaline through her veins. She had a feeling this night would be anything but ordinary. She sat on his lap with a sultry smile on her face, his piercing gaze sending shivers down her spine.
Curiosity piqued her interest. Why hadn't he touched her yet? Then it dawned on her: why should she wait for him to act? Diana yearned for this connection with Bruce as much as he did. Why not be the one to start it?
Without hesitation, Diana leaned in, her lips brushing against Bruce's. She gently coaxed his mouth open, their lips interlocking in a fiery dance. They were engrossed in each other's embrace, exploring with zeal. Bruce's hands caressed her bare thighs, feeling their softness; his other hand cupped through the fabric, caressing her curves and igniting her senses. She responded by boldly slipping her soft hands beneath his T-shirt and urging it over his head with desire.
"Mmm, you're making me work too hard," Diana teased between kisses as her hands traced the contours of his smooth, muscular chest.
Bruce chuckled, his lips just inches away from hers. "I'm simply letting you take charge, my love," he retorted, his lips again meeting hers.
Diana drew back slightly from his lap, planting sweet kisses on his nose, right cheek, and chin. Her left hand trailed down his chiselled abs, causing Bruce to catch his breath. "What do you want, Diana?" he couldn't stop himself from asking.
Her lips caressed his neck, and her hand moved seductively towards his pants. As her hand gripped the area between his legs, Bruce jumped. As she tightened her grip, Bruce's heart skipped a beat. "Do you want my Pants?" he jokingly asked, amused by her boldness.
Diana said seductively, "I want your cock," her voice full of desire. Her lips brushed against his ear as she leaned in closer. "I want to get lost in the passion that only you can arouse." Bruce's heart raced as he drew her closer, their bodies now pressed against each other.
"Diana..." he replied huskily, succumbing to the allure of their unspoken desires.
Diana smiled slyly, her hand gently massaging the clothed area. "I had a dream about you and woke up wet," she whispered, her warm breath tickling his ear.
She had a firm grip on his desire, and Bruce was captivated by her assurance. "So, tell me, sweetheart?" He inquired, waiting for her response.
Diana's mind was flooded with fantasies, wild imaginations, and unbridled lust. Could she actually carry out her desires? She made the decision that there would be no holding back. She leaned in, whispering in Bruce's ear her audacious request: "I'd like to try it! I'd want to please you with my mouth."
His eyes widened slightly as he was taken aback by Diana's boldness. He hadn't expected her to be so direct, but it only increased his desire for her. Bruce's heart raced with anticipation as he replied, his voice husky with desire: "I've been longing for that moment since the day I met you."
Diana's lips curled into a mischievous smile as she felt a surge of excitement course through her veins. The air between them crackled with an electric tension, their desires intertwining like two flames hungry for the same fuel. In that moment, they both knew that tonight would be the beginning of an unforgettable journey, a journey that would push the boundaries of their passion and ignite a fire that could never be extinguished.
His pulse quickened at her words, intensifying the ache in his chest. "But you don't have to do this, Diana," he said, trying to resist the overwhelming desire that surged within him.
Her thighs tightened as if she were aware of the alluring image she had created. "You're right," she said, giggling. "I don't have to. But I want to."
He gently spread his fingers over her thighs, feeling the trembling of her muscles. But he forgot his arrogance when she reached for his cock and stroked him.
"I want you, Bruce. I want to taste you and feel you in my mouth," she murmured.
"OK," he said quickly, making her laugh again.
"Are you mocking me?" he inquired.
"Yes. I feel..." She stroked him again, and his hips pushed towards her despite his efforts to control himself. She stroked him once more before releasing him. "Come here, Bruce."
She walked ahead towards the couch and patted the seat, prompting him to rise from his seat and walk towards her, standing in front of her. Diana seductively pushed him back onto the couch and tugged his joggers down.
However, he seemed reluctant to let her remove his boxers. She tugged at the waistband, and he gently lifted his weight from the couch, allowing her to peel him bare.
Diana wet her lips, looking at his thick hardness.
But she didn't stay put for long. Diana went down on her knees on the floor, wrapping her fingers around his cock.
Diana, are you sure? Is this what you want, sweetheart?" He protested, though there was no mistaking the roughness in his voice.
"I told you I wanted this. Do you trust me?" she asked, echoing his own words back at him. Smiling, she stroked his cock in a continuous rhythm. That was all it took. Bruce gave in and slid a hand into her hair.
"Well, if you like it, then suck me off, Darling. I can't wait to feel your lips around me, Diana. Take all the time you need to drive me wild."
The words made it real. She was really kneeling at his feet, about to put her mouth around his thick, hard cock for the first time ever.
She shivered a little at the memory of that pleasure. Then she leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the crown of his cock. He smelled delicious. That was the first thing she noticed. Like soap and clean skin, yes, but with a subtle, unfamiliar musk that made her mouth water. He smelled like sex.
She kissed him again with a simple press of her lips, and Bruce sighed.
"Sweetheart, you look so pretty," he whispered.
Her face flamed again. She liked it. She liked him telling her pretty things while she did something filthy.
She squeezed his cock again, glancing at him to see if he liked it. From the way he gritted his teeth, she'd guess that he did. When she stroked him, a clear bead of liquid appeared at the tip of his cock. With one last nervous glance at his face, she pressed her mouth there and tasted him.
As she licked, the salt of his breath covered her tongue, making her mouth water even more. She slowly licked all the slick, salty liquid from his skin and loved the way he hissed in response.
Feeling more confident now, she lapped at the head of his cock one more time, and then she wrapped her lips around him. He was heavy against her tongue, heavy and warm as she slid her mouth over him.
"Diana," he murmured. "Oh, that feels good."
She wanted it to feel so good for him. She thought of how he hadn't stopped licking her despite her protest. Of how he'd sucked, tasted, and kissed her as if he'd loved every second. She thought of that and sucked him deeper into her mouth.
His fingers spasmed against her hair, but he didn't tighten his grip. He only touched her, as if steadying her for his cock.
She moved her mouth up and down, sucking at him. She wanted to be as good to him as he'd been to her, and there must be more to being good than this.
Still, her mind began to work. She drew her mouth slowly up and let him slide free.
"It's okay," Bruce whispered. He closed his hand around the base of his cock.
"Come up here." He sat forward, and his hand tipped her head towards his mouth. "Just touch me." His lips brushed hers.
She sat back on her haunches. "No. I want this. I've... I've never done it before. I just want to know if you like it."
His laugh was a shocked huff of air. "I love it."
"I mean..." She took a deep breath and reminded herself that she was tired of being self-conscious. Hadn't she come all over this man's gorgeous face twice in Italy? She took another deep breath. "I want you to show me exactly how to do it. Tell me. I want to know."
He stared at her for a long moment. He looked impossibly handsome and decadent. His hair was mussed from the grip of her hands, and his eyes were dark with arousal. His naked chest and flat belly And there was his fist wrapped around the dusky skin of his hard cock. It still glistened with moisture from her mouth, and she felt strangely proud of that.
"That's what you want?" he finally asked.
"Yes. Absolutely."
His gaze fell on her mouth. "All right. I'll teach you how to suck my cock."
His filthy words hit her square in the chest, and the shock of them shuddered through her body. She couldn't speak. She could barely breathe. She nodded as he lifted his hips and pushed his pants and boxers completely off. His hard cock bobbed with the movement, and she felt almost mesmerised by it. She simply didn't do this kind of thing. And now she was squirming for it.
Her heart, which had skipped a few beats in surprise, now thundered to life. She felt a little dizzy. But the heavy tightness was back, squeezing her deep inside.
He gripped his cock in his left hand again, and his right hand returned to cup her head. "Do just what you did before, Diana. I loved it." He pulled her head down. "Lick me again. Taste me."
She'd been doing it right, after all. She just had to stop thinking and worrying and learn to enjoy herself.
She licked him just as she had the first time, circling his cock with her tongue, sucking at just the tip of him again, drawing more slippery salt into her mouth.
Bruce groaned when she did that, so she did it again. "Now," he rasped, "lick all the way down. Tease me a little."
She pressed her tongue flat against his shaft and dragged it down to the base. She sucked there, then kissed him. "Can I touch you?" she whispered. "Here?"
She cupped his testicles lightly, unsure about how sensitive they were.
"God, yes," he answered.
She ran her tongue all the way up his shaft to the top again.
"Slide me into your mouth. Just like before. Fuck. That's so sweet, Diana. Suck me. Just like you did."
Heat fluttered through her in waves, starting like a blush in her face and then rippling down through her body. She sucked his cock, and this time she felt as if she were perfect. She just wanted to know. That was all.
She gently tightened her hand on his balls, and Bruce bucked up a little into her mouth. "Deeper," he murmured. "Can you take more of me?"
Yes, she could. Of course, she could. It felt easy to take more of his cock. She could suck almost half of it into her mouth now.
He sighed with pleasure as she slowly moved her mouth up and down. "That's it," he said. "That's so good."
She closed her eyes and concentrated on the feel of him in her mouth, the heaviness of his arousal, and the width of him stretching her.
His hand tightened on her head and eased her up. She felt disoriented as he slid from her mouth, and she opened her eyes. It was too bright in the room. Her mouth was too empty.
"Are you still liking this?" he asked, the words deep and ragged.
"Yes. Are you?"
"Oh, fuck yes." He let go of his cock and wrapped her free hand where he had been. "Tighter," he said. She squeezed him harder as he framed her head in both of his hands and lowered her mouth again. She took him deep, then even deeper as his hands guided her down. His cock hit the back of her throat. She held her breath for a moment until he raised her back up, and she could breathe.
She should have felt used, she realised, as he guided her slowly up and down, fucking himself with her mouth. But she didn't. She felt almost light. Shimmering, and she loved it.
"Is that good?" he whispered. "Is that okay?"
She hummed an answer around his shaft and pressed her tongue tighter against him.
"Diana!" he gasped. "You feel so good, Diana. And you look so perfect. Fuck, I'm sorry, but I like seeing you like this. I like watching my cock slide in and out of your pretty mouth. Fuck."
The heat crashed over her again, some strange, incredibly arousing variety of embarrassment that made her groan with pleasure. She sucked him in harder. Faster.
Finally, he cursed and drew her head up. He gripped himself again and stroked quickly, one hand still tangled in her hair, holding her still. She panted, trying to catch her breath.
"Oh, fuck," he groaned. "Diana. Fuck." His cock jumped, and cum shot onto his belly, followed by another pulse of it. She watched in fascination as he jerked off right in front of her. Her heart raced at the sight, as if she were watching something forbidden.
His breath huffed from him in broken gasps until his fist tightened in one long last squeeze of his cock, and his head fell back onto the couch. "Oh, my God," he said, half laughing at the words. "Holy shit."
She pressed her lips together to hold in a secret smile. But while his eyes were closed, she took the chance to look him over. The muscles of his neck and shoulders had lost all their tension. His hands lay open and relaxed on his naked thighs as if he were meditating. But best of all, the flat, ridged plane of his belly was streaked with cum, and the sight of it filled her with an odd joy. It felt like yet another secret for her to keep, but this was a delicious kind of secret she'd never, ever had before.
She ducked her head and pressed a kiss to his thigh as she finally let herself smile against him. The sensation was overwhelming, and she knew she wanted more.
"Enough teasing." Diana's heart raced in her chest as she spoke, determination in her voice. "No more teasing," Bruce echoed, his desire evident in his eyes.
With a swift motion, Bruce lifted her up to his level, and their lips met in a passionate kiss. His hands roamed her body, lifting the hem of her dress to reveal her bare skin, confirming his earlier suspicion—no panties, no bra. He'd been driven crazy, having to watch her shapely ass sway all the time in that short Wonder Woman Costume in front of him, then in her skin-tight yoga pants during gym, and now again in her barely there short lace dress. Now, the wait was finally over, and he squeezed each side, pinching them, causing her to let out a deep moan into his mouth before he rubbed his hands in circular motions, massaging her rounded cheeks.
Bruce's strong hands gripped her soft curves, squeezing and massaging them as she moaned into his mouth. The sensation of his touch made her arch into his chest, aching for more. He traced the crease of her backside with his thumb, and his fingers slipped between her thighs, finding her already wet and ready for him.
Impatience filled Diana's grip as she clung to his biceps, her nails leaving trails along his back. Bruce's muscles flexed under her touch, and he rewarded her with a low growl of pleasure. Their desire for each other ignited a wild hunger within him. As he continued to explore her, his touch became more urgent and demanding. With each stroke, her desire grew, and her body responded eagerly to his every command. The room filled with the sound of their heavy breathing and the intoxicating scent of their passion.
Without hesitation, Bruce pulled her lace dress up and over her head, revealing her enticing form. In a swift movement, he lifted her onto his shoulders, her round bottom perched right by his face. Diana couldn't help but giggle as Bruce spun around, but her laughter turned to quiet anticipation when they passed by the mirror.
In the reflection, Diana caught a glimpse of their intertwined bodies and the contrast of his muscular frame against her soft curves. Unable to resist, Bruce reached up and playfully swatted one cheek, relishing in the delightful jiggle that followed. His craving grew, and he squeezed both cheeks, enjoying the softness and fullness in his hands.
In a moment of impulse, Bruce leaned forward and playfully took a bite from her fleshy hip. Diana let out a little yelp and wriggled in his arms, but he held her firmly and soothed the area with slow, sensual licks before carrying her towards the inviting bed. The intoxicating scent of her arousal filled the air, urging him onward, and when they reached the plush mattress, he flipped her down onto the covers.
"Oh..." Her voice quivered as she propped herself up on her elbows.
Bruce paused, his hungry gaze lingering on her curvaceous, naked form. His pupils dilated, and his eyes were now a heated shade of red. He moved toward her, pressing his body against hers, their faces just inches apart, and his arousal pressing against her. His hand gently caressed the back of her head, fingers entwining in her hair.
"What has come over you, Mr. Wayne?"
"Diana, I've been yearning for you all my life," he breathed before kissing her again, this time with fervor and intensity.
Diana let out a triumphant groan, her fingers knotting into his hair as they kissed passionately. Bruce's occasional nibbles on her bottom lip and gentle sucking sent shivers through her body, driving her senses wild.
Opening her mouth slightly, Diana allowed Bruce to explore her tongue with his own. This level of intimacy was new to her, but with Bruce, every moment felt right, filled with both passion and tenderness, making her feel truly cherished.
In the height of their embrace, Bruce pulled away slightly, catching his breath as he gazed at Diana, breathless and blushing, her lips glistening with their shared desire.
He lifted her legs and spread them wide open before him, savouring the sight of her naked form, waiting for him to devour them.
Diana's heart raced with anticipation as she watched Bruce's intense gaze. She trusted him completely, surrendering herself to his touch and eagerly experiencing the pleasure he promised. As he leaned in closer, his lips trailed a path of fiery kisses down her trembling body, igniting a cascade of shivers that electrified her skin. With each gentle caress, he worshipped her, cherishing her body as if it were a sacred temple. She arched her back, offering herself completely, as their desires intertwined in a passionate dance of love and lust.
"You are absolutely stunning."
Diana blushed, struggling to find the words to express that he was everything she desired.
Bruce's hands traced her curves with a firm yet gentle touch, sending waves of pleasure through Diana's mind. Her mouth hung agape, her body arching into his caresses. "You have no idea how much I've longed for you, Diana."
Cupping her ample breasts, Bruce elicited a devilish smirk from Diana as he playfully pinched her nipples, savouring the delightful moan she made. He pressed teasing kisses on her inner thighs, making her body tremble in response.
Leaning up further, he gave both her breasts firm squeezes before focusing on one and gently licking her nipple, causing an immediate reaction in the soft skin.
"Mmm," she moaned loudly, arching her back at the sudden, electrifying contact.
Bruce continued to lavish attention on Diana's sensitive nipples, alternating between gentle flicks of his tongue and teasing nips with his lips. Each tender touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body, making her gasp and arch her back in response.
The soft skin of her breasts hardened further under Bruce's moist, skillful ministrations. He relished in the sight of Diana's reactions—the way her cheeks flushed with desire and her breath became uneven with every passing moment.
His hand found its way to her other breast, cupping it with a delicate touch while his mouth continued to work its magic on her sensitive bud. He could feel her heart racing beneath his fingertips and each circle of his tongue, a clear indication of the effect he was having on her.
Diana's hands searched for something to hold onto, and they found their way to Bruce's shoulders, clutching onto him as if he were her anchor in this sea of pleasure. She let out a mix of moans and soft gasps, unable to contain the overwhelming sensations that were building inside her.
Bruce, captivated by her responses, intensified his ministrations, using just the right amount of pressure and teasing to keep her on the edge of ecstasy. He delighted in the taste of her and the moans she was giving back as a gift.
Her body writhed beneath him, pleasure coursing through every nerve ending. She had never experienced anything like this before, and it was both thrilling and intimidating, but with Bruce, she felt safe and wanted
As Bruce continued to explore her breasts with his mouth, Diana's thoughts dissolved into a haze of pure pleasure. She surrendered herself to the moment, allowing her desire to consume her completely.
A symphony of sensations enveloped her as Bruce's tongue flicked and danced over her sensitive skin. Her breath hitched, and her body trembled as the pleasure intensified, driving her closer to the edge.
Lost in a whirlwind of emotions, she could only focus on Bruce's touch—the way his lips played upon her with an expert touch. Every flick and caress seemed to resonate throughout her entire being, setting her body ablaze with desire.
As the intensity of her pleasure peaked, Diana's grip on Bruce's shoulders tightened, her nails digging into his skin. With a gasp, she surrendered to the overwhelming ecstasy, her body convulsing in the throes of pleasure.
Bruce held her close, continuing to lap at her nipples gently as she basked in the afterglow. Her eyes tightly shut, Diana bit her soft lip, overwhelmed by the sensations Bruce was awakening within her.
"Bruce!" she panted, her voice a breathy whisper, as she freed her bottom lip from her teeth. Her heart raced in her chest, and her body trembled with anticipation. "Touch me more..." she pleaded, her voice a mixture of desire and need, her face flushed with arousal.
He smirked down at the woman beneath him, his eyes darkening with hunger. Slowly, he let his finger trail down from her heaving breast, feeling the rapid rise and fall of her chest beneath his touch. His finger continued its journey, gliding teasingly over her flat stomach and eliciting a soft gasp from her.
Finally, his finger found its destination, her core, and she let out a low moan of satisfaction. She was already dripping wet, her body primed for his touch. Diana arched her hips, trying to meet his finger's every movement, craving more contact.
Bruce reveled in the sight before him—the woman he desired so much, writhing with pleasure beneath him. He allowed his finger to slowly penetrate her slick entrance, and he couldn't help but groan at the feeling of her warmth surrounding him. Her wetness welcomed him, urging him to give her more.
He added a second finger, and she moaned louder, her body quivering with delight. Despite her attempt to close her legs, they ended up hitting his strong hips, and he used the opportunity to assert his control, holding her legs in place with a firm grip.
Diana's back arched off the bed as Bruce continued to move his fingers in and out in a delightful rhythm. He pulled his lips away from her nipple and raised his head to observe her face. The sight of her joy ignited a fire inside him. Her gasps for air became louder as he picked up the pace, making him frenzied with desire.
Feeling her wetness against his hand and hearing her begging words, he became even more aroused. The thought of pleasing her and being the one to bring her to the peak of ecstasy fueled his passion. His cock throbbed, yearning for more, but he focused on satisfying her first.
His fingers dived into her warm, soft depths, and he suckled her nipple in harmony with their motions, causing her hips to rise higher with each thrust. She pulled his fingers deeper inside her, eager for the pleasure they provided. He felt her clamp down on his fingers, and her moans grew louder, sending shivers of delight down his spine.
"Faster, Bruce, please, faster!" She exclaimed, her voice a symphony of pleasure. "Br-uce, please don't stop. Touch me more!" Her body tensed against his hand, her contractions stimulating his own arousal and making him ache for release.
He continued his meditations, his fingers expertly massaging her G-spot, and he felt her trembling with anticipation. Suddenly, she stiffened, her body tensing to its limits before finally succumbing to the overwhelming pleasure.
"Bruce!" she screamed, her voice echoing in the room as waves of ecstasy washed over her. Her blissful release was almost too much for her to handle, but he held her firmly, guiding her through the waves of pleasure.
But this wasn't enough for him. As much as he loved seeing her like this, he craved more—to give her more. He wanted to explore every inch of her to make her forget everything else but him. With a primal growl of desire, he knew the night had only just begun.
He yearned for her—an insatiable craving that consumed him entirely. With trembling urgency, he unlatched from her nipple, his fingers leaving her skin in a swift motion. Whirling around, he wrapped his arms around her rear, burying his face in the warmth of her core. His lips pressed firmly against her opening, and he started to slowly lick, his tongue delving deep and savouring her essence.
"You wanted more, remember, Princess? I'll show you, my love, over and over again," he whispered passionately.
He sat up on his heels and drew her in by bringing her legs up over his shoulders. He gently raised her ass, allowing her to rest her hips on his shoulders with her head and shoulders still on the mattress. When Diana closed her feet together on his back, she was in a state of ecstasy as she felt his tongue pierce her innermost parts even more deeply.
The taste and smell of her sex nearly sent him over the edge, but he resisted the urge because he wanted to savour every second. As her knuckles turned white, Diana screamed and grabbed the sheets with all of her might.
She screamed, unable to endure the pleasure anymore.
He quickly switched their positions, not giving her much time to recover. He drew her up and around until she was on his face. His hands firmly gripped her ass as he slowly began licking her core, his kisses and licks becoming more intense, igniting her.
"You said no more teasing..." Diana turned around to face his dripping erection, which was a mix of his cum and her saliva. She couldn't stop herself from teasing him. Diana smirked mischievously, her eyes locking with his. She slowly traced her fingertips along his throbbing length, relishing in the power she held over him. With a seductive grin, she whispered, "You liar!"
He abruptly came to a halt as Diana gently took his length in her hand. She became fixated on his Cock, which loomed enormously in front of her, and licked around the head several times before engulfing him with her mouth. Bruce impressively filled her mouth until it reached the back of her throat.
Bruce regained his composure and resumed licking Diana's silky thighs, admiring their softness and smoothness. When he finally began directly stimulating her clitoral area, he combined licking with sucking and nibbling, causing her to react to his cock with a loud moan.
Diana sucked for a long time, hard, and then licked softly. She sucked more forcefully and quickly as a result of his moans, and he responded by sinking his tongue even further into her mouth to savour her essence. His fingers, dripping with her juices, probed her dripping lips, pausing now and then to make tiny circles where necessary.
"My Dark Knight," she hummed, clamping and contracting on his tongue.
They were lost in each other's pleasure, moaning and moving their hips. She began sucking even harder, one hand fondling his balls and the other moving in unison with her mouth.
As they ground their hips into each other's eager mouths, pleasure flowed through every fibre of their bodies.
She shook her head, causing her orgasm to surge through her as his probing fingers and tongue became too intense.
Bruce accelerated his tongue, moving it as quickly as he could. Diana's noises became increasingly erratic. They shared a synchronized ecstasy in this intimate embrace, thrusting, writhing, and trembling.
Bruce maintained his rhythm, keeping contact with her even as she smothered him with her ecstasy. Diana took him by the mouth again, cockwarming him.
As they returned to reality, his pumping slowed, her thrusting and clamping relaxed, her mouth still holding him inside, and his tongue slipped back into his mouth, savoring her essence.
Diana rose slowly from Bruce's face, allowing him to slide from her mouth. They turned to each other and exchanged a tender smile, their eyes locked in a shared intimacy. With deep breaths, Bruce's chest rose and fell, his face full of her juice, his cock rock hard, and his body still tingling from the intensity of their connection. Diana leaned down and kissed his lips softly, sealing their bond.
Their lips melded together in a deep, passionate kiss that seemed to stretch on for eternity. As their tongues danced in a sensual rhythm, Bruce's hand caressed her hair, trailing down her back. The intimate contact of their bodies was electrifying, her breasts pressing against his chest, their sexes rubbing sensually against each other's.
When the kiss finally broke, Diana ran her tongue slowly around his lips, her eyes pleading for more.
She was still panting as Bruce kept an arm around her waist and rolled Diana over until she was on her back. She savored the feel of Bruce's mighty body on top of her, taking in her capitulation to a man.
Bruce gazed at her. "I don't know about you, Princess, but I can't hold back much longer." His hardness rubbed against hers, causing ripples of pleasure to wash over Diana.
"Don't hold back," Diana told him.
His tip found her entrance. Gazing at Diana, Bruce saw her looking at him with complete trust and love. He leaned forward and kissed her. "I would never willingly hurt you."
Diana smiled, touched by Bruce's gentleness. "I know. I trust you. I love you."
Bruce pushed forward, and Diana's shocked cry rang in his ears as his thick cock pushed into her sweet tightness. Her fingernails dug into his bare shoulders; his chest brushed against her wet breasts; and his mouth grazed her forehead tenderly as he asked her, "Are you all right?"
Diana let out a heavy breath. "Bruce, yes, it's," she gasped again as Bruce began to gently rock his hips, pushing himself in and out. "I can't describe it."
"You know I'm not all the way in."
"What?" Diana nearly shrieked, and a gentle push from Bruce caused her to moan. "Oh, Hera."
"Only halfway." Bruce pulled out and pushed back, teasing her, "You're everything to me, Diana. Being with you feels like coming home." Bruce continued rocking his hips gently as he prepared himself to fill Diana completely. "Damn, you're tight." It's been a long time since Bruce had sex and an even longer time since he was with someone so new.
Diana laughed breathlessly as she matched his words: "Damn, you're big." She suddenly cried out when Bruce gave her a shocking thrust that filled him completely with her.
Bruce closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Diana was so snug and warm around him. The way she felt, the way her tightness pleasured his sensitive tip, It took all his will to not pound her senseless.
"Bruce?" Diana gently summoned him. "Please open your eyes. Allow me to see you." He complied with her kind request and revealed to Diana that his eyes were welling up with tears. She could see his struggle to keep his emotions in check. She'd never seen him so frail before. She knew what he desired and admired him even more for his patience and willingness to put his desires aside for her. Diana stroked his cheek with a gentle hand. "Bruce, I never believed in fate until I met you. It's almost as if the universe brought us together."
"You complete me, Diana. You're the missing piece of my soul." Bruce caught Diana's hands and lifted her arms over her head.
With her arms pinned over her head, Bruce's weight on her body, and they joined together, Diana gazed into his eyes and said, "You've awakened a love in me I never knew existed, Bruce. You're my heart's desire."
"You're the love of my life, Diana. I promise to be faithful and true to you, now and for all eternity."
"I promise to stand by your side through every challenge and triumph. Our love is unbreakable." Diana pushed her hips, breathlessly, as Bruce slipped further into her. "And I'll be yours, always."
Bruce gritted his teeth. "I love you, Diana."
Diana pushed up again, working to find a rhythm. Another cry escaped her lips as her body burned with hot sensations. "I love you too, Bruce."
Bruce moved again, deeper inside, before sliding out and slipping back in. Her gasps and moans over each thrust were his reward. Diana's right leg hooked around his calf, while her left found a way around his hips. "You're learning."
"I know a lot more than you think I know. I know you're holding back. Don't!"
If that's how she wanted it. One quick, hard thrust and Diana cried out again, feeling Bruce fill her completely again. Bruce closed his eyes again. He wanted to be gentle, but there was a twisted pleasure in fighting to be gentle with Diana while wanting to pump himself senseless. Her moans were encouraging, so he continued. He freed her hands and braced his weight on one of them while he slid his other hand over her smooth ass and gave her a light squeeze.
"You can't resist touching it, can you?"
"Not since I laid eyes on it." Bruce shifted his hips to directly stroke her nub. As he pushed forward, he was rewarded with more of Diana's cries.
Diana drew in heavy breaths as Bruce moved inside her, hitting that special spot that brought her closer to release. Her hands caressed his hardback, finding their way to his bottom. As he found his rhythm against her, she wanted to find hers against him. Getting a firm grip on his backside, Diana pushed his hips down while pushing hers up.
There was a slight pain as this experience was new to her body. Diana wasn't spurned by it. She relished it. Her legs flung over his as her body met Bruce's thrust.
He was gentle, Diana noted, balancing his weight as he glided his slick sex into her, teasing her nub, but he was an animal as he drove his sex as deep as he could into her, as fast as he could, sending wave after wave of pleasure through her body. Diana loved each plunge. She loved the soreness that was forming with each thrust. She loved the deep, full feeling of Bruce moving in and out of her.
Their bodies moved together in a symphony of passion and desire. Each thrust brought them closer to the edge, and they held on to each other as if they were the only lifelines in a turbulent sea. Bruce's lips found hers once more, and their kisses became more urgent and intense, mirroring the rhythm of their bodies.
Diana's fingers traced patterns on his back, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake.
Bruce could not hold out for the coming release as the pressure built and he couldn't contain it anymore. His deep grunts and Diana's shrill moans filled the room with this ecstatic duet from each thrust Bruce made. With eyes closed and teeth clenched, Bruce tilted his head to the ceiling and grunted loudly.
They screamed and groaned as he poured into her; each convulsion of his member was felt by her sensitive walls as he dumped more and more inside her. In rhythmic waves, their bodies again let loose a momentary eruption of their essences, and then she drenched him all over. They both held each other tightly due to the spasms incredible release.
Diana's heart was racing, and Bruce could hear it. Diana clung to him tightly, unable to let him go. She grabbed his lips once more for another kiss. Their tongues danced their love routine land theirtlips werely closed.
Panting, Diana looks up at him with tired eyes. She's spent the same as he has.
"You are shaking?" She asks.
He shakes his head, reaching inside the top drawer of his bedside table.
"I can't seem to get enough of you... At least enough to fuck you from behind; we've been going for almost an hour... He says this while waving the bottle in front of her.
She takes the bottle and sips it twice before handing it to him. He spins her around on her knees, arms on all fours, and smacks her ass playful before he lines up with her and pushes himself back into her. He felt at home.
Diana feels him grow hard inside her again, and strength returns to her limbs.
"Do I meet your expectations?" She asks as he pushes back and lines himself up again.
"Darling..." he says, leaning forward to kiss between her shoulder blades. "So much better than all the dreams I fancied about you," he says as he pulls himself upright, just in time to thrust forward.
Bruce selfishly fucks her. Taking her in the manner he desires She pushes back against him, responding to each of his thrusts. He knows that in this position, every roll of his hips will rub against that spot inside.
Diana's noises indicate that she is enjoying this as much as she is. He picks up the pace, being rougher on her than before.
Her moans intensify as she writhes beneath him. Bruce pushed deep into her and craned her head back by her hair. This exposed her creamy neck for Bruce to suck and bite as his length drilled into her. She had placed her hand on the headboard, clinging to it for dear life. She revels in the feeling as he pounds into her.
With each stroke, he pushed into her harder and deeper, sensing her orgasm building. Diana screamed as she tried to catch her breath. Her eyes struggled to stay open, rapturous, libidinous, wanton euphoria made them half-lidded.
"Harder, Bruce...harder" she groaned.
Those last two words snapped the self-control he'd been trying to maintain. He slams his fist into her. She screams and cries beneath him as he follows her instructions. In her slickness, Bruce's throbbing flesh still moved like a piston. As his face flushed, he heard her moans turn into tiny yelps, and he couldn't stop himself any longer. Thrusting deep, he felt the pulse of his member and growled.
"Diana!"
"Bruce!"
Their voices mingled in a symphony of desire and surrender, echoing through the room as their bodies merged in a frenzy of passion. Every thrust, every gasp, pushed them closer to the edge of ecstasy. Bruce's hands gripped her hips possessively, his fingers leaving marks on her skin as he continued to drive into her with unyielding intensity. Diana buried her face in a pillow and dug her nails into the sheets, leaving trails of pleasure and pain as she matched his fervour with her own. The air around them crackled with electricity, and the room was filled with the intoxicating scent of their raw, primal connection. In that moment, time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in a whirlwind of desire.
As their passions reached a crescendo, their souls became intertwined, united in a dance of unadulterated bliss. This was a connection that went beyond the physical; it was a bond forged in the fires of their deepest desires. As the night embraced them, the intensity of their connection only grew stronger, igniting a hunger within them that could not be quenched. With every touch and every whisper, they delved deeper into the depths of their shared desires, knowing that the night held infinite possibilities for their passionate union.
As they basked in the afterglow, their bodies still intertwined, they lay in peaceful silence, catching their breaths and revelling in the intimacy they had just shared. Their hearts beat in sync, and their souls are forever connected.
In the quiet of the room, Bruce leaned in to kiss Diana softly, their lips meeting in a tender, lingering embrace. "You are my everything, Diana," he whispered, his voice filled with reverence. "My heart, my soul, my love."
"And you are mine, Bruce," Diana replied, her voice soft and filled with love.
Wrapped in each other's arms, they knew that this was just the beginning of their journey together. Their love story had only just started, and they were eager to explore every moment of it side by side.
As they drifted off to sleep, still entangled in each other, their hearts beat as one, and they knew that their love would now endure any storm, conquer any challenge, and stand the test of time.
In each other's embrace, they had found the love they had always longed for—a love that was unconditional, passionate, and eternal. And they promised each other, in that moment of blissful afterglow, that they would cherish and nurture this love forever.