Positions of Love

Kama Sutra is more than just exotic intimate positions, it's the very embodiment of love, trust and sexual pleasure.

Clark Kent and Diana Prince's Apartment

Clark Kent sat on the floor with his beautiful fiancé as she organized their gifts from their engagement party.

"This all so nice!"

"Yeah it is," Clark nodded picking up a gift.

He opened it and his eyes widen. "Uh..."

Diana frowned and looked back at him. "What's wrong, Love?"

"Um...oh...uh...nothing." He hid the gift behind his back.

She quirked her brow. "Let me see."

"Later."

"Kal, give it. Who's it from?"

"I'm not sure."

Diana reached over and behind Clark but he leaned back.

"Kal!" Diana couldn't help but laugh as she got on top of him.

"Nope."

"What's wrong with it?"

"It's just a book, Di."

"So why won't you let me see it?"

Diana adjusted herself, straddling him.

Kal jerked slightly feeling her grind against him. He looked at her with a glare.

"Give me the book," she smirked grinding against him again agonizingly slow.

"Di...ana. You know when... you do that..."

She leaned down. "Give me the book...or you won't get anything for 2 weeks. Not even this much," she threatened grinding on him again just to tease.

"Here," he said quickly handing her the book.

Diana smiled taking the book and sat up still sitting on him. When she opened the book she was as shocked as Clark.

"Oh!" Her face instantly flushing as she looks up at him. "You sure you don't know who got this?"

"Not at all, Di."

"The illustrated Kama Sutra." Diana titled her head reading a page. "Do you want to try this, Kal?"

"Uhh..."

Diana grinned and bit her lip flipping through the pages. "Looks like we actually have done some of these before just didn't know the proper name."

"Like what?"

"Like this one called the hound." She showed him the picture. "Or this...the column. We do that in the shower all the time. How many tables have we broken or almost have doing right angle?"

She gives him a wicked grin and Clark just shakes his head placing his hands on Diana's thighs rubbing up and down slowly.

"Then there's one called Amazon..." she looked down at him with a seductive grin. "How appropriate. Want to try them?"

She smirks as she leans in closer to his face; her mouth teasing his with close proximity. Kal's fingers quickly wrap around her face and within seconds they are locked as one, his tongue gently parting her lips until a soft moan of desire escapes her trapped mouth, filling her with a searing kiss until they pull apart a few breathless moments later.

Clark sits up and grin. "We can read it together and see."

He gets up still holding Diana and sits on the sofa leaning against the arm. Diana turns to lean her back against his chest.

As they read the book their jaws drop.

"Can we actually do that?"

"I'm sure we can, Kal," Diana laugh. "We need a chair with no arms for this one."

"Really?" Clark arches his brows, then merely nods. "Yeah, we've done that too."

"Hmm, I'll be using you as the chair here."

"So it's going to be official. I'm your chair sense you already like sitting on me."

"You will enjoy it. We will both be naked."

He chuckles. "Of course." Pausing he thought for a moment. "We'll have to go to the Fortress..."

"Why?"

"Safety reasons."

Diana giggles. "So, Love, you didn't answer me completely before. Do you want to try these?"

"Yeah. Whenever you want."

"How about now?"

"Now? Go to the Fortress now?"

Diana adjusts her head and extends her neck out, so his lips could meet hers.

"Yes. Now, Mr. Kent."

Fortress of Solitude

Diana looks through a bag they brought with them.

"Kal, I told you to get the book."

He smile and wrap his arms around her from behind.

"We don't need it. I memorized it," he whisper in her ear and kiss her neck.

"Oh really?" She turns around and smile wrapping her arms around his neck. "It seems you are more anxious than I am."

Wasting no more time, Diana let the silken tie of her robe drop loose. She cast a seductive glance up at him as the fabric caught on the curve of her cleavage.

Her body was already signaling to him that she was more than excited about the new sexual techniques they were going to experience.

"Works both ways, Kal," she reminds him as her fingers rest near the waistband of his sweatpants and slowly pushes them down, his firm body already straining against the dark fabric of his boxers.

"Those off too," she playfully demands and Kal is all to happy to comply, removing his boxers and standing before her with growing desire.

He grasps her hips with both hands, firmly enough for her to stand in place. Slowly he brings her closer.

His hands drifting down her body. Like always taking notice of her graceful curves, the feel of her soft sun-kissed skin, and looking into her beautiful cerulean blue eyes filled with fiery passion. He is mesmerized.

Diana clasped his hands in hers and directed them to the edges of the robe. Slowly, he opens the sides of the robe, his breath stilling in his chest as he gazed up at her with wide eyes and a hunger that made the pit of her stomach dip in longing. He gapes at her breasts, transfixed by the full globes. She shivered under his gaze, practically already able to feel his tongue and lips lavishing her breasts which, to all intents and purposes, were almost completely bared to him.

"Use your words, Kal-El," she joke, pushing the robe from her shoulders and letting it fall completely to the floor with the softest thud.

"Making love to you is always the best part of my days," he whispers as his lips capture hers, his mouth devouring hers with the first of many hungry kisses. Kal's hand wrap on either side of her face his tongue pushing its way into her mouth and his ears picking up the delightful sounds of her satisfied moans.

She begins to comb her fingers through his hair, coaxing him closer to where she needed him as he descended down her neck with slow open mouth kisses.

"Kal?"

He looks up at her momentarily. With an impish grin on her face, Diana caresses his cheek and sweeps her thumb over his jaw and lower lip. She laughs as he apparently found it hard to tear his eyes away from her breasts.

"You just don't know what you do to me, Kal-El."

"How about I find out just that right now."

Releasing an audible growl, Kal practically dives forward and his lips fasten over Diana's left nipple. He sucks at it hard, his hand exploring the curve of her ass as he grazed his teeth over the mound of her breast.

"Oh Gods..." Diana gasp, throwing her head back as he sucks harder, his tongue pressing her nipple upwards so that it was pushed against the back of his teeth.

He suddenly switches his attention to her other breast, causing her to shudder in his arms when he sucks down hard on her nipple. Finally, he raises his mouth from her breast only long enough to lean forward and fasten it to her lips, silencing the words poised on the tip of her tongue.

His tongue explore her mouth, dominating her and making it clear how he wants the situation to play out. It wasn't often that he wanted to be in control in the bedroom, but the sexual high right now was doing things to him that he was almost ashamed to admit.

"I love you so much," Kal utters in soft truth as his body presses closer into hers. "I want you…so badly," he mumbles as his arousal pressed more against her leg; telling her that he was indeed ready for this intimate union.

"Beloved, I'm all yours..."

Kal slowly kneels down, still leaving a trail of kisses down her body before he look up at her. He hooks her right leg over his shoulder. He kisses and licks up her inner thigh, slowly teasing his way close to her center.

She throws her head back and gasp as she felt his warm tongue against her. She reach down to run her fingers through his hair, biting down on her lip then let out a loud cry.

Diana grips his hair more, pushing his head closer against her. She pushes herself against his mouth, lost in the sensation of his warm lips sliding across her as his tongue coaxing through her soft flesh to the bundle of nerves at her center, she throws her head back once again and cries out. His name echoing throughout the large room, reverberating from the high ceilings and expansive walls.

He then hooks her left leg on his shoulder then deftly lifts her up, like a ballet dancer lifting his naked ballerina. Diana gasp as he stands up and holds a grip on her ass keeping her balanced as he also flew upward.

"Yes...Love. Oh how...creative..." she gasp again.

Over and over. And over, again. He kisses and nibbles, his tongue darting and weaving against her clit, quick and sweet like a flickering flame.

She bucks against him, circling her hips and he had to hold her still with both hands as the orgasm swept over her. He flattens his tongue against her clit, feeling her contractions as they arrive, wave after wave of carnal pleasure.

And then she was still, the orgasm retreating like low tide in summer and Kal kisses the soft inside of her inner thigh, sending delicious shards of pleasure on a transcontinental path along her naked flesh.

Her heartbeat pounded, her entire body tingles and the delicious prickling of pleasure made her shudder, her breath falter, her legs tremble beneath her, threatening to crumble, reduce her to a puddle of quivering want, aching need. And then, everything dazzles like a flash of rose lightening and her words come surging forth.

"Oh, Gods...Clark...Oh, Gods!"

She removes her left leg slowly from his shoulder, balancing her right ankle on his right shoulder, steadying herself with her left arm around his neck.

"First position...lustful leg."

Diana nods.

Kal smirks and kisses her ankle. His hands ascending her thighs, then her hips, finally her waist. He kept one palm cupped on her backside, the other he wraps around her waist.

Diana pulls him into a lustful kiss.

They rub noses, and she enjoys his response, the sharp intake of air into his lungs, as she slowly took him in.

"See?" she exclaim.

He holds her tightly, his tongue darting out to skim her bottom lip as he cautiously kisses her, a low growl rising from his throat.

"I see." His voice was husky, dark, dangerous. She knew that voice, she loved that voice, and it never failed to make her weak in the knees.

She exhales, slowly, deliberately, her eyes fluttering shut. She leans backwards, her hand still curved around his neck.

He chases her, burying his face in her neck, his teeth nibbling her tender flesh.

She gasped as her leg moved up his shoulder more causing her to sink further against him.

"Testing...flexibility, Di?"

"Mmmhhh...we will be doing...a lot of testing...of our capabilities."

"I like when we use flight for this one..."

He takes her right leg and wraps it around his waist and Diana wraps her left leg around him, easing onto him farther, savoring the feeling of his full erection filling her as she arched her back, another slow moan tumbling past her swollen parted lips.

Kal grasp her hips, thrusting inside of her as she coil around him, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, their bodies smashed together. The sensation was inexplicable, and her soul yielded to his soul, her strength to his strength, sublime, and powerful, and overwhelming all at the same time.

Breathing deeply he takes her entirely, thrusting again, deeply and slowly, and she looked at him from beneath half-closed eyelids, her eyes glassy and unfocused, but swimming with desire. Desire for him. For this. For them together.

And, it only took a few seconds before her body shuddering and violent, the orgasm surprising her. It was sharper, harsher, quicker and she didn't want him to slow down for her so she coaxed him along, whispering in his ear to keep going.

And, he did, holding her with solid arms. She surrenders to him, submits to him.

Kal plunges in and out of her. And in. And out.

Diana was like a feather in his arms, light and malleable, and he held her easily, his lips buried against her neck as he savored the vestiges of his own orgasm, the orgasm that she had given him, the spasms slowing, elongating, fading with each deliberate thrust.

His lips descends upon her, traveling her neck, her jawline, the corner of her mouth before his tongue teases her lips apart and they kiss deeply, with meaning and attention, every fiber of them in each lick and nip and press of soft lips on firm. It was like a divine awakening, their kiss as a vesper, rising like an angelic chorus, holy and sacred, and conquered with the immense love that he felt for her, and she felt for him.

Kal remembers that he was still inside of her, her mutable inner muscles gently contracting against him, and he eased out of her, then lowered them

both to the floor, holding her up until their feet found purchase and Diana could stand on her own. She slid her arms around his waist, resting her cheek against his chest, a contented sigh rising from her throat as she attempted to catch her breath, calm her heart rate.

"I can see why that's called the Ascent to Desire," she purrs, smiling against his solid muscles, his body warm and humming.

He frames her face with both hands, pulling her face up to his for a kiss, his eyes dancing in the low light.

He was ready for more just as she.

Diana seductively walks over and crawl onto the bed, and waits; her knees on the mattress' edge.

Kal smirks, staring at her ass.

Diana feels him at her wet entrance, hard, insistent, and she wants to tell him not yet, they weren't in the position yet, when he suddenly withdraws and then she feels the inexplicable sting of his hand slapping her ass, an audible smack slicing through the silence.

"Ahhh!" she yells, surprised but not displeased. "Oh my gods, Kal."

He smooths the burn with the palm of his hand. "Sorry, I couldn't help it. You're," he fumbled for words. "You're just...," he caresses her some more, his fingers slipping briefly between her folds, a sharp flicker of pleasure radiating through her. "You're enticing."

Diana closes her eyes, moaning. She drops to her elbows, jutting her ass further into the air.

"Take me.." she order. "Take me now!"

She gasp as Kal lifts her legs, his hands brace beneath her thighs. She straightens her legs as he held her, perfectly executing The Plow position.

He held her firmly, and then eased into her, her body stretching to accommodate him, her inner muscles contracting against him.

"Yes," she replied. "Oh. God. Yes." She giggles. "This is...my Gods.."

Kal pulls his thick arousal almost completely out of her, only to immediately thrust into her more deeply, encouraged by her soft moans and shuddered breaths, the rise of goose bumps on her sun-kissed flesh.

He moves like that over and over, soon establishing a hard rhythm, the sounds of their bodies slapping together filling the silence around them. He looked down at where they were joined, he's glistening from her wetness, and he loved seeing them this way, their joining, their arousal, her willingness to be vulnerable, to trust him.

He would whisper these words to her later, as they drift off to sleep, how much he loves her, how much he trusts her, how grateful he was that they'd broken through the walls and overcame so much together.

This inverted position Diana was in and the way he was taking her was incredibly erotic. It was easy for her to remain in the position, her body suspended in mid-air.

It didn't take long for the familiar pressure to build, her muscles contracting, preparing for the tsunami of pleasure that was about to wash over her, and she closed her eyes. Trying to remember to breathe.

In response to her strangled cries, Kal increases his pace in and out of her, gripping her tightly, his hands digging into the firm muscles of her thighs, supporting her, supporting himself.

And, she exploded around him, her inner muscles contracting and gripping, halting his momentum as he stilled inside of her.

"Di! Great Rao, Diana."

She pants, moaning, her body shuddering, her knees bent, the heels of her feet pressing painfully against his back. The pleasure was so sharp, so fast, it practically stabbed.

"Kal," she moaned. "Clark!"

The aftershocks, almost as intense as the initial waves of the orgasm, surprised her and her arms trembled, her body quaked.

Kal wraps one arm around her middle, bracing her, allowing her to rest her abdominals while he continues to move in and out of her, more quickly now, urgent, unrelenting, his breath gusting on her spine with each thrust.

"Diana!" He cries, his booming voice bouncing from the walls.

He spilled into her, exploding with every measured thrust, her name ghosting his lips like an ancient prayer, a Kryptonian chant.

He slowly let her legs down both heaving. Then sits on the edge of the bed.

"I'll never tire of that," he grins as he gestures for her to sit on his lap.

But Diana turns around not facing him. Kal's hands rest on her hips and he slowly pulls her backward to him.

"Feels so good..." she mutters in a low tone as she nears his firm body with her very ready frame. "I...oh Clark…" she groans as his hands start to fondle her most sensitive area. "Love that...really love that."

"Ready?" He asks; his body begging for her lush frame to make contact. His hands once again land on her soft hips and slowly pull her backward until he's able to find the correct area and make a union.

"Diana…" Kal's turn to moan as her body comes to rest on his.

His hands have plenty of places to roam on her body. Diana was the one to guide them toward the satisfying end as she was the one in control of this position.

"Touch me, Kal…" she whispers as her body moves backward onto his.

His hands slowly snake from her hips and tease the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, forcing her stomach to suck in and her lips to offer a small gasp as her body continues to rock back and forth on his. His hands then slowly move up her sides, resting on her hips once more and helping her lift slightly up and then firmly come back down.

"You feel…" Kal tries to speak with a small pant as Diana rocks forward, her head lolling back and her raven curls teasing his bare chest. "Again Di," his turn to beg as her body once again rocks forward, putting pressure on his; giving the fake guise that she was going to pull up completely but then plunging back down and causing them both to gasp with delight.

Kal's hands then leave her thighs and slowly continue their journey up Diana's chest. Her lips offer a small giggle as his fingers tease her sensitive sides; her pelvic muscles tightening with each laugh she would offer. His hands finally land on her chest, his fingers giving the pert nubs a small pinch and forcing her back to arch and her chest to push forward, further into his commanding grasp.

"Oh yes," she moans with a pant as she moves forward on him once more. Her body once again slightly lifts upward and then comes back down, her lips curling upward when she picks up his moan of delight. His fingers grasp her chest with a bit more force as she moves forward and then back.

"Kal….that's…that's it…oh Gods that's it," she utters in happy delight. "Feels...so...good..."

"Damn...Di," Kal huffs as his hands leave her chest and grips her sides once more; his body this time pushing upward. The feeling of her bottom on his legs as she moves around on him was forcing him to want to come faster, but with her in full control all he could do literally was sit there and let Diana enjoy her ride.

Small beads of sweat slowly sliding down their flushed faces. Kal pulls her back to him, his lips latching onto her neck and gently nibbling her fragrant and heated skin. He starts to playfully bite her skin, forcing her body to buckle and his firm body and searing thighs to reap the full rewards.

"Lovely, Di...absolutely lovely..." Kal groans as his lips move to the side of her face.

She giggles as they start to rock back and forth with added momentum.

With one last pant her body coming back down onto Kal's glistening frame just as he expels himself into her and her body slumps backward onto his, her head resting on the crook of his shoulder, raven curls spilling all over his heated flesh.

"Amazing…" Diana utters, almost out of breath as Kal's hands rest on both her thighs.

"You're amazing, Di," he whispers as his lips kiss the tender skin around her soft ear lobe.

She turned her head and tilted a little so that her lips could meet his.

"I love you, Diana."

"I love you too, Kal."

She kisses him again.

"I think we'll be doing this one again soon as well," Kal tells her as he moves her hair to one side and kisses the nape of her neck.

"For sure," she smiles.

"Told you, I'll be your chair," he smirks.

She giggles. "And I told you, you'll enjoy it."

"Ready for more?"

"Oh, yes of course."

Kal holds onto Diana and swiftly moves to the top of the bed. Diana was still, staying on top of him, her ass facing his face.

"And what's this?" She asks

"You'll see."

Just then, Kal grabbed her hips, pulling her up to lightly sit on his face and his mouth went on a mission. She was already soaked but with his tongue in her, it was even better.

"Oh..." she gasped. "I know...this..."

She grabbed his manhood and leaned down going on her own mission.

Pleasing each other.

Kal's strong hands lock on her hips, mouthing and kissing her and licking her with hot strokes, lapping up a mouthful of sweet juice.

Diana started moving slowing, against his face which urged him on to go faster.

She, too, doubled her efforts as she sucked and stroked him faster. She heard Kal moaning and groaning, as he couldn't get enough of her.

Just then Kal felt Diana shivering and he already knew she was close to the edge.

"Kal...I..." She breathed out, squeezing his manhood around her hand.

"You taste so good, Di," he whispered to her. "Let go, right now."

As Kal shoved a finger inside her warm and tight center, she moans, releasing all over his fingers, his mouth and possibly on his chest. Kal smacks her ass and Diana squealed and bit her lip, moaning.

"Move back down, Di and lay back on me."

Diana did as told, leaning back, placing her elbows on the bed, holding her body weight. She then bends her knees. Kal closes his eyes and moan, a litany of forbidden desires spilling from his lips. Then, Diana raises up a bit, Kal's tip purposely barely touching her entrance, flirting with it, sliding it over her, and then slowly, gradually, she lowered herself onto him, her body stretching to accommodate his depth and girth, gripping him with strong muscles.

They moan in unison, eyes fluttering shut and then opening, pupils dilated. Diana's back was arched, her hair spilling down her delicate spine, and Kal's gaze once again drop to the place where they were join.

He exhale, slowly, deliberately, watching her as she gripped him, sliding him, with a master's precision, in and out of her, her tempo measured, slow, deliberate. But soon he took control of the rhythm.

His erection glistened from her wetness, and it hit him like a tsunami, his attraction, his devotion, to her. It was so complete, so consuming, and at moments like this, when they were together like this, it rippled through every single part of him, every hair and fiber, pore and cell, and he was sure that their collective carnal energy could tilt the world off its axis.

His orgasm was building, so was hers, he could tell, so familiar he is with the way she moves and breathes, the subtle changes in the way her muscles compress and release him, the circle of her hips, the flush of her skin.

Diana reach behind her with both hands, her palms flat on the mattress beside Kal, and slowly lowers herself so that her head was cradled in the crook of his neck, her legs extend in front of her, her knees slightly bent, her toes curling, digging into his calves. Kal brought his arms around to her front, one hand reaching low, the other high, and Diana let slip a barely audible 'ohhhhh,' before Kal resumes their metronomic gyrations.

Diana feels completely vulnerable with Kal's greedy, nimble hand on her breast, the other expertly coaxing her clit, all while he moves in and out of her. The tickle in her stomach pulsed, its concentric arc growing wider and wider with each contraction, until it had consumed her entire being and she was vibrating helplessly against him.

He has his mouth at her ear, his whispers garbled and incoherent, but she understands him, agrees with him, their acapella moans rising above them in a holy chorus.

Diana tries to keep her balance, but the orgasm was coming making her lose concentration and her feet keep slipping off his calves, their bodies now so slick with sweat.

"I got you," he whispers.

She nods slowly.

Kal fingers of his right hand pulling on her nipple, twisting and teasing, massaging her breast, the fingers of his left circling her clit, coaxing her climax, her penultimate cries a harbinger of the explosion to come.

And, then she came. Shuddering, screaming, writhing, his name rushing past her lips and echoing around the small room, bouncing from the walls, joining their carnal chorus from minutes before.

When she calms, the rise and fall of her chest slowing, her pulse returning to normal, he increases his pace, holding her still, steadying their position, not letting the slickness of their bodies effect his rhythm.

"Oh by the Gods, Kal!

Finally, with a grunt and a 'dammit,' he grabs her around the middle and flips them, so now Diana is face down on the bed, and he is on top of her, still inside of her.

He set another hard and fast rhythm. Its not long before her name came rushing past his lips and he spills into her like a stupefied adolescent.

"Diana, Oh, God." He leans forward kissing her back.

Diana slowly turns around and pushes Kal down to lie on his back.

She climbs into his lap, onto her knees as she straddles him, her perfectly round peach-shaped ass resting in the cradle of his legs. Her hands on his chest. Her heart slamming against her chest, a lump in her throat, she's excited, beyond excited and she wondered silently to herself how this happens every time, every time she is with him it's like it's their first.

"Kal?" Her cerulean blue captures his, the play and swing of her body creating a sense of urgency between them, "Pay attention."

His lips part, his breath bated.

She grins the grin of Lilith. "Darling, I'm going to ride you like a stalion from Diomedes stables."

Kal gasps, wide-eyes, his lips shaping into an utterly bewitched smile, his eyes darkening to crimson red and Diana quickly rose to her knees, thrusting her breasts inches from his face, her fingers tousling his hair as she pulled his head towards her.

Kal greedily takes one breast into his mouth and sucks, hard, immediately rewarded by the feel of her nipple tightening, rising, pleading for more. He graze his teeth over it, swirling his tongue, before carefully biting down, pulling, and then quickly releasing it. Diana moans, her hands framing his face as Kal moves to the other breast, giving her more of the same.

Diana slowly lowers herself, easing onto him, taking her time, teasing, sliding down him in a measured, tortuous approach, until he fills her. She tosses her head back, her raven hair cascading down her back, tickling her spine. She makes a noise that reminded him of a cat purring contentedly.

Kal's life's breath escapes in one long, deliberate sigh that emanates from deep within his chest and tumble past his lips, warming her already tepid skin. He waits for her soft gyrations to begin, but, she was still, calm, unmoving, as though she were in a trance, meditating, waiting, wanting, praying, muscles gripping him, then loosening, then gripping him again.

He was about to ask her if she was okay until finally, slowly, deliberately, she inches her pelvis up, her hands against his chest, and then ease back down.

She's filled with him, her body, her mind, soul, heart, life. She's spellbound, transformed by the erotic scent of him, his masculine lines and sharp angles, his strength and tenderness that was reassuring.

She rocks against him. Slowly, carefully, at first, but as the tension climb within her, she moves more quickly, her solid muscles supporting a swift, even cadence against him.

Kal is moaning, panting, his breath fluttering against her neck and chest, warming her, reassuring her, coaxing her forward, upward, higher and higher until she was close. And then Diana stopped.

His eyelids flew open. She is staring at him, her expression unreadable, her eyes misty and unfocused, stormy, intense. Her lips were slightly parted, her hands still resting firmly against his chest, she was panting, praying, waiting. She leaned in and kisses him, breathing into him, her tongue parting his lips in desperate exploration. He brought one hand up, cradled the back of her head, returning the kiss with a fevered appetite.

She resumes rocking, her teeth having captured his bottom lip, her pelvis rocking, rocking, back and forth, in and out. Pleasure building within her, an all familiar knowing tickle in her belly cascading throughout her body, the tension building, climbing higher and higher, a thin sheen of sweat cover her stimulated flesh. She let go of his lip, brought her hands on either side of his head for support, and then, without warning, pounded into him.

"God Diana!" he breathes out, surprised, her name echoing from the walls of the room, the intensity of her thrusts startling him, making him feel off balance and crazy, and he knew he was too near his own sweet release. He squeeze his eyes shut, concentrating, needing her to come, forcing his thoughts to focus only on her, ignoring the almost painful need of his own body.

She rides him harder, grabbing onto his body as he grabbed her hips, slamming into her wet core pumping his hips up into her, making her moan louder and beg for more.

She suddenly, violently, pushes back, her fingers digging carelessly into his skin and her whole body shudder. The room tremble too, as if they were in the middle of an off-the-Richter-scale earthquake. She beckon his name, shouts it, over and over and over.

"Clark!" panting, "Clark!" crying, "Clark!" gasping.

She collapse onto him, her arms around his neck, and she continues to rock, her cheek resting on top of his head as she cling to him.

He presses his lips against her throat, biting her flesh, nipping, nibbling, tasting the salty goodness of her moistened skin.

She rocks gently, purposefully, tilting her pelvis against him so she could prolong her orgasm, even as she knew she must increase her rhythm so he could come.

And, she needs him to come, needs to feel his body's release, needs to know it was her that did that to him.

As if her thoughts had been mumbled like a Grecian chant in the quiet room, she feels his body tense, his muscles grow rigid, his pelvis rise to meet her, and then, in perfect release, a strangled groan plunge past his lips and he explodes inside of her.

She milks him, all of him, until his release was complete, and he groans wails her name in urgent appeal. She holds him tightly, her arms practically squeezing the breath out of him.

Diana, herself, can barely speak, barely breathe. But she isn't done. She isn't done with him and he isn't done with her.

Unable to abide her teasing any longer, Kal easily lifts her up and in one fluid motion, spins around on the bed and dumps her on the mattress, her head and neck and shoulders the only parts of her making contact with the firm mattress, she grins at him like a fertile lioness, waiting for him to take her. His knees between her thighs as he pushed her legs apart. And, she opens to him.

She laughs, her arms lying limply on the mattress above her head, her breasts heaving.

Kal gazes at her with hooded eyes, her perfect skin tempting him in seconds. Kal is now in a kneeling position and upon his direction, Diana eases herself slowly upward until her legs are wrapped around him and his strong hands slide under her ass, pulling her forward toward his godly frame so that another intimate union can be made.

"Yes, Beloved...please," she groans as they finally connect, his strong arms now supporting her back. She shoulders dip backward moreonto the bed as Kal's arms pull her body back down onto his.

"Good God, Diana," Kal groans as her body arches upward once more, her chest tempting his hands that were still supporting her firm body as he would pull slowly back out and then move forward.

Diana pants as her legs wrap around him tighter, forcing her pelvic area to grip him and his own lips to offer a moan of delight as her body sinks a bit lower with his moves. With her body in full view, Kal was able to watch her being fully pleasured by him; it was an amazing site he isn't able to verbalize.

Diana moans as she pushes herself forward into Kal's strong grasp once more. Kal pants as the bed continues to move with them.

"You are so…beautiful," he manages as his hands move a bit lower, gripping her lush ass at the moment his moves into her.

He's never felt anything like the connection they had between them, on both a physical and emotional level. Whether it's fast and furious, slow and loving, or anything in between, making love for them has always been amazing.

The sight of her teasing and massaging her breasts, and when she pulls and twists at her nipples, he had to take a moment to focus himself.

Diana feels her channel pulsate around him, imagining she could literally feel almost every inch and each throb of his length.

"KAL!" Diana utters as more small beads of sweat start to cover her perfectly naked frame. Beads of sweat also slide down Kal's frame; their whole body getting an intense workout, but their minds reveling in both their pleasure; his felt, hers displayed.

"Diana…"

"Yes, Kal! Please!" she happily begs as her body arches upward.

"Di…"

She pants more just as Kal offers a powerful move and climax is happily reached. His body rests back on his heels, his hands sliding out from Diana's back; his fingers gently massaging her glistening chest. Diana's head rests back on the bed; her gaze locking with Kal's and offering him a very satisfied smile. Kal leans forwards needing to leave his love marks upon her.

"We are getting quite the workout," she tease, grinning as he stalls in the path of kisses he was dragging down her neck and a puff of laughter instead drifts over her skin.

He lifts her left leg and flings it over his shoulder, then straddles her right on the bed.

"One more for the night."

"Called?"

"The Splitting Bamboo."

Diana giggles and bites her lower lip. "You just love having my legs in the air."

Kal ponders for a moment then nods and laughs. "Yeah...I can't deny that," he kisses her ankle as he did earlier. "You have lovely legs, Diana. I can't help myself."

"In that case we should've done the eagle."

"Oh don't worry, Gorgeous. We will definitely get to that one. But for now, let me pleasure you with this one."

"Sounds like the heavens to me," Diana tells him as she's only too happy to comply; offering him a small giggle at the facial expression of what he was about to do.

"Honey...don't...don't start teasing now..." she whine as he runs his length against her wetness.

Kal smirks and when he finally thrust into her, Diana sigh of relief. He begins to thrust slowly, making her moan. Soon, though, his thrusts turn into pounds, making her make sounds, she'd never made before.

The sounds of his sweat covered skin slapping against hers, the bed moving and their moans, groans and Diana's screams fills the room. Diana buries her head in her pillow and grip handfuls of sheets.

When she start to moan louder, Kal picks up his pace.

"Kal…you're soo…. Gods…I…"

Her toes curl and her death grip on the sheets, loosen.

"God… I love it when you're like this…" Kal says, teasing her with his thumb and prolonging her orgasm.

Diana was breathless, voiceless, unable to answer him with any coherent reply and all she could do was nod.

Kal's thrusts became rough and ragged as he loses control and that's all it takes to send him over the cliff as well, and he soars, his body trembling, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he pumps into her once, twice, three times, releasing himself within her core with each delicious wave of his orgasm, making sure to fill her up with every last drop of his essence.

He then gently eases out of her. The juices trickling down her inner thigh. A wholly wolfish smirk tuggs at Kal's lips, and he openly ogles her as his eyes sweep over every inch of her skin.

When finally he has his breath, and his voice, he looks up at her. Diana was smiling warmly, her eyes close, one arm thrown above her head. Kal places her leg down, leaning down forward, taking her right nipple into his mouth, sucking, licking, swirling his tongue around it before letting to give her left the same attention.

Stroking her cheek, he licks and kisses up a trail to kiss her luscious lips with evident hunger.

As Kal pull away, Diana opens her eyes.

She smiles softly again at the sincerity in Kal's eyes, and she lifts her head from the pillow to repeat the kiss.

"That was amazing," she whispers slightly out of breath.

"It's hard to explain, Di...but…but to see you getting such pleasure, and I mean full body pleasure from what we were doing." He slowly rubs his hands up and down her sides.

"Well Beloved, I had a pretty amazing view of your gifted body as it was doing all that work, supporting me…and gods your hands...Kal, your hands touching me…guiding me…I love it."

Kal grins cockily as he spoons up beside her naked body and his strong hand rests on her naked thigh.

"Perfect," he whispers as he leans in and plants a soft kiss on her naked shoulder.

"Beloved, there are positions said to be perfect for pregnancy."

Diana turns slightly to see his reaction and rest assured, she knew, he would have this goofy yet charming grin.

"You're ready for little Dianas and Kals flying around?"

Diana smiles and nods.

"Then that's certainly top priority." Kal leans over and kiss her passionately. "I love you, Di."

"I love you, too, Darling," she giggles as they linger together in their naked post sexual state and happily fall asleep in each other's embrace.