One Ordinary Night: Power Couple Relaxation
Another long day, another villain getting their ass kicked by the Power Couple and locked up at A.R.G.U.S. Superman and Wonder Woman was exhausted, returning home from the rough mission.
As much as he just wanted to get in the shower with Diana, Clark immediately makes a b-line for his laptop, needing meet the paper deadline. Diana smiled and kissed his cheek before heading to the bedroom. He sighed slouching in his chair. He wasn't even out his suit yet. Sure, Superman could use his speed but unfortunately that's not how Clark Kent does his work.
After about 45 minutes later, Diana came back into the living room to see Clark still working.
"Almost done, love?" she asked.
"Yeah, just reading over it." Clark turned in his chair and did a double take at Diana. Somehow he manages to keep a straight face and his jaw from hitting the floor.
She had on one of her thigh length satin nightdresses. It barely covered her when she bent over. He could see her lace underwear, which was really turning him on.
As Diana was pouring a glass of wine, she felt like she was being watched. She looked up, Clark staring at her with a smirk on his face.
"Well, you've got my attention." He tries to keep his voice calm. She's mere inches away, and every cell in his body is yearning for her, he remains still, staring her down patiently.
"Oh, am I distracting you? I'm sorry…" Diana teased as she grins at him taking a sip from her glass.
Clark chuckled looking down back down at the screen and not even a minute later, he shut his laptop down and closed it.
Diana seductively walked over to him. When she was in reach, he grabbed her and started tickling her. Diana tried pulling away, levitating.
"Oh no you don't!" Clark grabbed her waist, pulling her back to him.
"Clark!" Diana started laughing and fell to the floor with him on top of her.
He tickled her sides while kissing her neck. Diana kept laughing and moaned as he did so.
"I found Wonder Woman's weakness. But it'll be our secret."
Diana shrieked. "If you don't stop!"
With a proud and playful expression Clark asked, "Or what?" He ran his hand up her thigh and kissed her neck again.
Diana bit her lip, trying not to let out a sound. But she couldn't help it.
"Superman…" she whispered in a sensual tone. "Oh Kal…"
He finally stopped and just stared at her grinning.
Diana brought her hands up to caress his beard. Smiling, her thumb brushed along his chin, marveling at the softness of the hair there.
"I do love this beard of yours."
"I was going to shave but for you I'll keep it for a little while longer."
Before Diana had time to say anything else, he bent down, and he kissed her. His lips were smooth, and firm, molding to hers so effortlessly.
Clark pulled away standing back up pulling Diana up with him.
"Now, I really need to get out this suit."
"Mmh…yes, you do. Get a nice warm shower then afterwards finish what you have started."
Clark smirked and kissed her again as they walked back into their bedroom.
Running the towel through his hair after his shower, Clark stepped out of the bathroom into their dimly lit bedroom with steam trailing behind him as though he had emerged from a sauna. He is visibly far more relaxed and content now that he is no longer in his suit and met his deadline.
Diana smirks at the sight of Clark wearing only a towel. Her body was raving as she gazed at his glistening, powerfully sculptured body. Either cleaned shaved or with a beard he was sexy but it was something about the facial hair that made him even more irresistible. What more could be said about the man being truly gifted. Diana pressed her thighs together as her body automatically responded.
Clark met her gaze. He cocked his head to the side in adorable confusion. "Diana?"
"Come here, Love," she ordered.
Clark obediently approached, "Hmm?" he questioned, raising one eyebrow.
Diana grabbed his arm pulling him to the bed. Clark sat down and Diana moved to sit on top of him, straddling him. Her tongue very fleetingly brushed Clark's lower lip, reveling in the sweet taste.
She touched his face. "Hmm… just a little trim will do."
Diana got up and walked over to the dresser. Opening the drawer, she reached under the folded clothes to get a special small dagger made by the gods.
Clark slowly sat up as Diana got back on top of him.
"This will do much better." Diana leaned over more to his ear. "Trust me."
"As always…With my life."
Diana smiled.
Clark smiles back cheekily making her laugh.
"Don't move," Diana said as she moved the blade across his face carefully, trimming and shaping.
Clark takes a deep breath as the sensation of her fingers touching his face gently to keep it steady. She ran the blade across his neck.
Finally finished, Diana smiled with joy and satisfaction.
Diana took the extra towel, wiping away the left over bits of hair off his face and the dagger. She got up placing the dagger back into the drawer and the towel in the hamper.
Picking up where he left off, Clark laid her on the bed and kissed her neck and doing his best to give her a love mark. As Clark's mouth was occupied, Diana settled for dropping kisses on his shoulder and his jaw-line before brushing her nose along his cheek, feeling the soft bristles of his beard.
The nice thing about being a demigoddess and Kryptonian is getting marks and they would usually be gone within a few hours or a day. It also gives Clark an advantage to give her more.
Diana slid her arms around Clark's neck, pressing herself firmly into the solid warmth of his chest. His tongue traced her lower lip.
With a smile flitting across her face, she took in Clark's expression. His hands tightened slightly grasping her hips. She gave a little chuckle at the sheer want in his eyes. Her fingers trailed lightly on the exposed skin of his chest.
It didn't matter how many times they lay together, every time felt like the first, bringing a whole new feeling.
Clark closed his eyes trying to control his breathing as Diana explored the skin she so loved to touch, tracing nonsensical patterns. He opened his eyes to look at her. Diana's eyes were on his chest where she was still softly touching him. Gently, he raised his hand, tilting her chin up to meet his gaze.
She bit her lip, giving him the urge to lean forward and kiss her. Kissing her softly, his hand brushes through her long, raven hair and cups the back of her head.
When they broke apart, Diana stopped tracing his chest. She was breathing heavily as she strove to control her desire.
Nice and slow is how this will go.
She moaned, a barely audible sound, and her lips parted, tongue darting out to taste him. Hands were tangling in sheets; teeth were grazing against the skin of necks and throats
Clark captured her lips once more in a searing kiss that sent sparks up and down her spine. Diana tugged on his towel impatiently; she pulled it from around his waist tossing it on the floor.
His mouth moved from her own to the soft skin of her throat, placing hot, needy kisses on the skin that smelled like a mixture of strawberries and watermelon. Clark had contented himself enough with touching without seeing. His hands reached for the hem of her nightdress, and he gave it a sharp tug upward, smiling in satisfaction, pulling it away from her body.
Diana resumed her caresses with enthusiasm, sliding her own palms along the hard muscles of his chest, delighting in the way they jumped under her touch.
Clark cupped one of her breasts in his hand, causing her to give another low moan. Diana grabbed him by the shoulders as Clark lowered his mouth to trace his tongue over one nipple, and then the other. Diana releases breathy moans and whimpers. Her back arched as he tugged on one gently with his teeth, his free hand buried in the space between her legs, trailing his hand up her thigh.
Diana was no less occupied: one hand reached around, running along the muscles of his back. A delighted grin spread across her lover's face, and he kissed her, coaxing her mouth open before he moved further down the length of her body. His fingers hooked around the edge of her underwear, and when she lifted her hips slightly, he took that as his permission to remove the last trace of clothing from her…pulling away the last barrier between his hands and his Amazon's glorious skin.
The scent of her arousal caused his own sex to twitch with desire, but he started slowly, tracing kisses from her knees, up to the inside of her thighs, and higher still. The soft hair of his beard scratched gently against the tender skin of her legs. Diana shuddered as Clark's mouth climbed higher and higher, nuzzling softly in the apex between her legs before, finally, reaching out and tasting her.
Her hips bucked slightly as he explored her with his tongue, the soft bristles on his chin teasing the skin of her sex, and as his tongue traced the slit, pulling the taste from her, getting drunk off of her, teasing the little bundle of nerves so that she gasped and moaned, hands gripping his hair, struggling to keep some level of composure. His tongue penetrated her, causing Diana to cry out, one hand twisting in the fabric of their bed.
Her chest heaved, struggling for breath. Clark's hand gently ran up the curve of her hip.
Diana looked at him, and the look in her eyes would have been enough to intimidate the most vicious creature from Tartarus. She pushed him onto his back and started much as he had, with soft, open-mouth kisses that trailed from his throat to his chest, and moving on lower, tracing his defined muscles with her tongue, taking her time.
"Diana," he called in a deep tone, hands tangling in her hair.
Her lips just barely brushing against him, Clark made a grunting sound.
Smirking, her lips skimmed the length of him. A hand gripped the base of him as she enveloped him in her mouth; the wet warmth was almost too much to bear for Clark. His fingers ran through Diana's hair, gripping as tight as he dared as she pleasured him.
Clark could feel the tightening of his muscles, in the pit of his stomach, and without a second's pause, seized Diana about the waist, reversing their positions. He lined their bodies up before driving deeply into her without any warning.
How perfect they fit together being taken to a whole new level of ecstasy. It feels so...the right word can't come to mind, it's indescribable,
Clark muffled her cry of pleasure with his kiss. The kiss starts off soft and tender, but quickly deepens into desire. He digs his fingertips into the soft flesh of her hips, her hands both coming up to tangle in his hair.
She moved her leg up slightly, taking him in deeper and tore her lips from his to dot kisses along his shoulder.
Clark buries his head in her neck, tasting her delectable skin once more.
Diana rocked her hips up to meet his, wrapping her legs around his waist and pressing him in. Clark was moving steadily, now, plunging into her with long, deep strokes. Their love making held so much intensity with the noise of moans, groans, the bed creaking and the headboard hitting the wall.
He lifts one of her long legs up over his shoulder, before sinking into her again. He thrusts into her, and she eagerly meets each stroke. He gives an extra deep push, burying himself inside her, and is satisfied to watch her facial expressions.
"Kal…" Diana says softly. Her voice echoes in his ears a couple of times. "Gods yes…" she whispers.
His thrust continues as deep and precise as he fills her. Diana is losing herself in the sensation. Clark pants heavily and he is struggling with staying calm.
Diana clutches at his back, digging her nails into his skin and leaving marks as he throws her head back. She never could have imagined the degree of bliss coursing through her body.
They clung onto each other, consumed in a fire of ecstasy. Clark was overwhelmed by a feeling in his stomach threatening to burst but he wills it away, wanting to keep this impossibly divine pleasure from ending.
Diana uses both legs to flip him over. She feels so good riding him, rocking faster and harder on top of him. Clark reached up squeezing her breasts.
Diana began to breathe heavier and felt that wonderful feeling well up inside her. She felt this tension building, ready to be released. Their passion ran high, with their anticipation for this moment…their moment to finally come.
Cries of pleasure reverberate around the room. Diana leaned down kissing him.
She was still grasping for air as her heartbeat comes back to normal and she lays her head on Clark's still heaving chest.
A few silent moments pass as the power couple basks in the afterglow.
Clark runs his fingers lazily through hair and she traces lazy patterns with her fingernail on his chest and laid a kiss on his chest.
"I love you," he breathed. "So much."
"I know, my love."