Work of Art
Clark Kent and Diana Prince-Kent Residence
Clark Kent walked into the front door of his home anticipating seeing his lovely wife. He went to the kitchen to put their bags of takeout food down and went upstairs quietly to surprise her.
He smiled hearing her humming, knowing exactly what she was doing.
He walked into the room and levitated towards her, wrapping his arms around her from behind.
She gasped. "Kal!"
He kissed her cheek. "It's beautiful, Di."
"You weren't suppose to see it yet," she pouted.
Clark chuckled. "Ok...so I didn't see anything."
Diana turned in his arms, smiling and kissed him.
"You really like this, huh?"
"Yes, it's quite nice and relaxing."
After Diana, started to show interesting in painting and sculpting, Clark turned one of their extra rooms into an art studio for her.
"I bought take out. But I see you are in artist mode."
Diana laughed softly. "I can get back to this later. I just want to spend time with my man."
"Well if you aren't hungry for dinner now, I actually bought something else that requires you to stay in artist mode and I can join you."
"And what's that?"
Clark smiled and gave her a quick kiss before dashing back downstairs. Then within 5 seconds, back with a medium sized box.
"And what is that?"
"Open it."
As he held the box, she opened it.
"Edible paint...?"
"Edible Body paint..." Clark smirked.
Diana quirked her brow looking up at him. "What are you thinking of doing, Mr. Kent?"
"How about you let me paint you? You will be my canvas."
"Hmmm...only if you let me paint you..."
"I was hoping so."
Clark put the box of paints down and wrapped his arms around Diana's waist. Diana put her hands around his neck, bringing his lips down to hers.
Then somehow both their shirts were off and on the floor. Both vying for control. It was so hot. So powerful, so uncontrollable, so inexplicable – and so hot.
Diana dragged her nails down his spine, making him wild with need. Clark picked her up and carried her to a couch on the other side of the room.
Diana began to breathe heavily as his kisses turned her on more.
He gently kissed her shoulder and collar bone, making Diana shudder at his touch. He nuzzled his face into her chest. "Mmm, I like it here..."
Diana laughed softly and slapped the back of his head playfully.
Clark cupped her breasts and moved downward kissing, licking and sucking on her right breast and squeezing the other.
"Oh…" Diana arched her back farther.
When Clark changed and gave the other the same attention, her breathing quickened.
With every touch it was a welcoming new sensation she was experiencing. Clark kissed her softly once more; as Diana reached down to stroke him through his jeans and unzip his pants. Clark sucked on her neck making her moan louder.
Clark kissed her with passion, love, lust, and desire. His strong hands were on her hips, slowly pulling down her underwear.
"You know I really love it when you have nothing on but a shirt and underwear. Much easier to get you naked faster."
Diana laughed. "Hmm...and what about you? These jeans need to go."
Clark smiled, quickly standing up taking off his jeans and within a second back on top of Diana.
"What jeans?"
Diana laughed again. "You are good, Mr. Kent. Really good."
He picked her up and kneeled down to the floor laying her gently on her back. Diana lifted her arms up above her head, offering herself. Her naked body tempting him in every way. Her skin is aware and awake and are waiting for his touch and the brush.
Clark smirked and let his fingers drift over the sun kissed skin exposed.
"Where do I start?" He bent down and kissed her, deepening it. When the need for air took over he broke off the kiss. "How about here..." He kissed the middle of her chest before picking up the brush and paints.
He dipped the brush in red paint, running the brush in swirls and curves tracing her collarbone. He started to lightly tease her body with the end of the soft bristled brush. He slowly trace her soft body with the brush; her frame arching into his grasp as he stimulate more sensitive areas.
"Oh Gods…this feels…amazing," she lightly pants as he continued his slow torment a bit longer.
The red velvet paint leaves a stark mark against her sun-kissed flesh. She's blushing and he's humming.
He repeated the swirls and curves, using all the colors. He felt confident in his painting, and had an idea of what he wanted to draw on Diana's body. He twirled the brush around into what resembled tribal tattoos.
It's just a little experiment, a sensual discovery. He wrote her sentences. His quiet declarations of love drawn and written into her skin, albeit temporally.
Clark placed her left leg on his shoulder.
Diana smirked. "My leg on your shoulder? Means you are really getting serious."
He started to draw small lines on her torso; the sweet fragrant aroma of fruit, chocolate and vanilla tempting both of us at once. He slowly trail the brush lower; the clean bristles teasing her pelvic area, lingering between her thighs and Clark's ears take much pleasure in the moans of pleasure; his eyes feasting as her body writhes with delight.
She moaned as her body continued to instantly react, sensitive to the gentleness of this whole experiment of theirs.
Clark made a mistake...maybe intentionally and he leaned forward, licking the mistake from her naval and she squirms and blushes deeper. Encouraged by this he turns his head slightly to his left shoulder where her leg was still atop. First a kiss, which gets a small sigh from her. He moved her leg slightly, seeing the under side, the back of her knee, then a lick, which gets a slightly different reaction.
A laugh and moan.
So he decided to lick the space again. She yelped, laughing as he does it again.
"Diana?"
"Yes, Beloved?"
"You have to stay still..."
She scuffed. "You are the one doing things..." She gasped; her stomach sucking in as his strokes continue to tease her mid-section and then move higher.
Diana groans as the tip of the brush continues the small circles around one of her breasts.
Unable to stand the discomfort of his very swollen member is forcing my body to endure, Clark slowly place the brush and paints down, examining his work.
He lowered her leg back down then leaned down over her and pressed his lips against her forehead then her lips softly.
"Kal…"
"I'm done, Di."
"I want to see your masterpiece."
Clark smiled and helped her up carefully. They walked toward the closet and Clark opened the door. On the other side of the door was a full length mirror.
Diana gasped. "Oh, my Love, this is lovely."
Clark smiled and kissed her temple.
"I love the Kryptonian and Grecian symbols."
"Do you know what that says?"
Diana tilted her head slightly. "It says...Kal-El of Krypton loves Diana of Themyscira for eternity..." Diana smiled and her eyes started to water. "And the astronaut with a cape and the Princess."
"They represent me and you..."
"The Spaceman and The Princess." A tear ran down Diana's cheek. "Kal, you are the sweetest...I don't want to ruin this."
"It's okay...I can do it all over again with different designs...more colors..."
"Mmmh...I'd like that."
Clark started kneading her skin. His hands were strong and firm, but soft. Every soft touch he gave her was sending little shock waves all through her body. Diana could feel the blood rushing through her cheeks, from the thought of where else she would like his hands to be, making her blush.
She could feel his breath next to her ear. It gave her tingles. Clark bent his head and kissed her bare shoulder. Diana bit her lip to stifle a moan coming out from her lips, but he kept on kissing her. Making a trial from her shoulder, to where her shoulder and her neck connect, to the back of her ear. He bit her ear lobe and tugged. She just couldn't help it. She threw her head back against his shoulder and let out a moan. She heard him groan. His left hand tightened around her waist.
"Kal...you are going...to...smear..."
"It's okay..."
His right hand traveled from her stomach heading north till it reached her right breast. He rubbed her nipple with his thumb. She gasped as he kept on kneading her breast while he planted soft kisses on her shoulder and neck.
Diana turned around throwing her arms around his neck and pulled his lips to hers. Their bodies crushing together, the paint now transferring to Clark's body. Clark licked her bottom lip asking, begging for entrance. Diana opened her mouth and Clark slipped his tongue into her mouth. His tongue tentatively stroked hers and join hers in a slow erotic dance.
Clark grabbed her by her thighs and lifted her up. Diana squealed and laughed. She held onto his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his waist. Every step he took his erection would rub against the apex of her thighs. Diana bit her lip, stifling a moan and Clark kneeled back down, laying Diana on the floor.
"Do you have any idea how much I want you?" He whispered in her ear.
Her breath hitched and she could not take her eyes off of him. Clark gently ran his fingers down her cheek to her chin. He bent down and gave her a soft sweet kiss.
"Have me..." She breathed
His hands are now in her hair, grasping each side of her head. His kisses are demanding, his tongue and lips persuading hers. She moaned as he put his arms around her and haul her against his body.
"You take my breath away," Clark whispered before he leaned in to taste more; lips lingering on her ample breast before they start to suck the edible paint off her bare skin; her body arching with much delight.
They could feel each other's body heat coming off and wrapping one another in it, overwhelming both of them.
Clark's ministrations were soft and peaceful. Diana gasped when he opened his mouth and sucked on the skin of her breast. She let her head fall back when he added his teeth, her raven hair cascading down her back. She ran her fingers through his hair, urging him to go on.
Clark's hands cupped the supple curve of her ass, making Diana arch her back towards him, wanting to feel more of all of him at once. When Clark stopped his attention on her breasts she whimpered. She then sighed in relief when he closed his mouth over her other nipple this time, sucking the hardened bud into his mouth and flicked his tongue over it. Clark opened his eyes so he could focus on her face. Her eyes were closed, her lips slowly parted, and her lower lip quivered in arousal.
Clark looked back down to her body when he shifted downward, kissing the toned muscles of her stomach and abdomen, his hands skimming down her sides. He let his tongue slip out, tasting, teasing and tickling her all at the same time.
He felt her hips roll up onto his chest, and he knew what she was asking for. The corner of his lips curved into a sly smile, Clark placed feather-light kisses. Diana's hips thrust up a little more, still asking for more, and Clark let his gaze travel back up her body.
Clark's lips pursed, he sat up, and at her puzzled look he grinned and slithered back up her body. He teased her by just letting his lips touch hers for a second, then licked her bottom lip briefly before taking it between his teeth and gently biting. Diana whimpered and Clark let go of her lip and sat back up looking at her.
He licked his own bottom lip, seeing as Diana was certainly a sight, the perfect mix of femininity and muscle in her form, she had curves in all the right places and then some.
When he got to her thigh, he gently raked his nails on the other when he traced his lips on her inner thigh, licking, and breathing in her sweet feminine scent. He knew she was very aroused, his own arousal sparked and he felt himself getting even harder.
Clark turned his head towards her center, letting her feel his hot breath on her and she made a sound between a moan and a whimper, pushing her hips closer to him. He took hold of her hips, letting her legs drape over his shoulders as he took his first taste of her. He kept his eyes on her when his tongue parted her folds, delving inside to stimulate her clit. She arched against him, loving the way he could set her on fire. Clark had the most amazing mouth.
"Oh, please..." she begged, grip the paint sheet she was laying on.
Her hands then found his hair and she petted the strands, he answered by pressing his face closer, nipping her clit once before wrapping his lips around it and sucked. Heat burned in Clark's gut at Diana's mewls of pleasure.
He took his mouth off her folds and used his tongue to trace the slit before dipping inside. He probed his tongue into her, loving her with it, and she rocked her hips against his face as he thrust his tongue inside her. He slipped his tongue out of her and licked her one more time before kissing a wet trail back up her body.
Diana grabbed his face in her hands, bringing his mouth to hers again. She moaned when she tasted herself in his mouth, her fingernails scratched down his chest.
She then laughed softly. "You look really sexy with paint all over your face."
"As do you...and you taste incredible."
"My Love, you…!" she gasped with a slight huff as her eyes fluttered close.
Clark thrusted his finger inside her, and Diana cried out as he did it again and again. He palmed her clit and she cried out once more. He added another finger and pushed both fingers inside her harder and faster, she groaned.
He placed his lips on hers, kissing her, ravaging her mouth, their tongues entwined. Diana tilted her pelvis involuntarily against him, finding a delicious friction against his massive erection. Clark stopped kissing her and gaze down at her breathless.
Clark moaned rubbing his erection against her wetness, and Diana responded by letting her legs fall open before wrapping them around his hips.
"I want you now," she whispered in demand.
"Whatever you want, Princess."
They both let out a groan as they finally connect as one. Diana grasped his arms and tilted her chin up, reveling in the full feeling of their passion. So slow, so sweet, so tender. His body pressed down onto hers as he kissed her sweetly, gently biting her lower lip and absorbing her soft moans. Diana moved her hands into his hair and surrendered herself to his rhythm.
Clark's lips move to her neck. Some of the paint was still there; leaving his lips a feast to devour.
"Diana…you are so good…" he moan as his lips devour her skin, his tongue pulling more of the paint into his mouth.
Diana pulled his lips back to hers and as her tongue forced its way into his mouth; the two of them are soon battling each other for the flavorful substance that is now dancing around between their teeth.
"Oh, Kal…" Diana groaned as her fingers clutch him closer; Clark's body reacting to her actions as they move together with added momentum. Diana's lips offer a slight chuckle as she tried to grasp his waist but her fingers slip just as he push into her once more.
"The paint," he blamed and she just smiled.
Clark kissed her once more; his ears picking up another soft moan of delight as her body arches into his grasp a bit harder.
"Oh yes...keep doing that," she moaned happily; her voice the combination of a soft gasp and pant; sounds Clark's mind and body delight in, a reward for his actions.
The thrusting continued, as soft moans echoed throughout the room. Diana ran her nails down his back. She couldn't get enough of the intoxicating man above her. She loved him. With all her heart and soul. She spent many nights watching him sleep, stroking his face while she whispered her love for him.
When making love, her mind giggles hysterically, apparently still experiencing aftereffects – the very idea was mind-bendingly satisfying.
She'd never known it could be like that.
She'd never given herself so completely to a man before, never thought she would but Clark treated her in a way with such honesty, whole hearted goodness, he was the only man she knew in her soul she could completely put her trust into.
She breathed in through her nose and breathed out through her mouth, arched her back, and tightened her legs around him. Moaning, she kissed everywhere she could reach, his lips, his cheek and neck. She traced her lips over his face until blindly finding his lips again, then pushed him over and straddled him, her hair falling over their faces like a curtain.
Clark opened his eyes, watching the woman now above him sit up in his lap, moving sensually and winding her fingers in her own hair. The paint glittered in the light from the room and her skin was flushed.
He reached up, lightly running his fingers down the column of her throat. Diana looking down at him with glazed eyes. She reached down, conforming her hand to his cheek, traced his jawbone, then watched as her fingers skated over his chest. Clark bent his knees, planting his heels more firmly to grind himself up harder into her. Diana leaned down so their chests were pressed together. She cried out when Clark hit her just right inside, sending her higher.
Their pace became faster, deeper, harder. Fingers entwined, fingernails scraped, as passion built. Mouths sucked, tongues met once more only to pull away to lick the paint from the others' flesh. Diana moved up and down, and Clark met her hips eagerly with his own.
He groaned uncontrollably into her shoulder, he was getting closer and he needed her to come with him. She arched her neck upwards when he grabbed her hips, pulling her down harder still, and she started whimpering, losing control of her whole body as it jerked uncontrollably.
They rolled around all over the paint sheet, both were nearing the end.
"Diana…"
"Kal…yes…that's it. Oh, Gods! Yes, that's it...keep there...please.." she gently begged, her lips teasing his mouth, but not allowing his to lock with hers.
Clark smiled at her playful nature. They called out each other's name one last time; always loving the fact that they are able to let themselves be lost in intimate bliss. Diana's release rushed through her, startling her, and she gripped onto his shoulders for support when he joined her in ecstasy. Bodies quaked, hands and legs tensed while release coursed through their veins, and they voiced their approval for each other as they rode out the waves.
Heartbeats slowed, muscles relaxed, and their skin started to cool.
Clark kissed her softly on her lips then on her forehead. His right hand rubbed up and down her back, soothing her while the tremors calmed for both of them. Silence surrounded the two lovers again, occasionally cut with their broken pants.
Diana shifted to Clark's side and Clark wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her hairline and just kept his lips there for a second and closed his eyes. Diana tucked her head into the crook of his neck, sated and happy. Clark pressed his cheek to her forehead.
Diana sighed softly, mouthing 'I love you' into his skin. She felt Clark smile.
"I love you too," he breathed.
When Diana lifted her head again, she tossed a section of hair that clung to his chest over her shoulder, and looked down at him. She looked at him, completely open and unabashed, clear in her conviction.
Clark's eyes slowly opened and he met her resolute gaze. He seemed to become as absolutely immersed, as completely fascinated with her skin as she was with his. He explored her enthusiastically, firstly with eyes, possessed and fiery, followed by hands, bold and hungry, and lastly with body, whole and powerful. His thoroughness had thrilled her. And as she would come apart in his arms, in that moment, she felt her most love, her most happy and her most free.
"You are the sweetest, my Love."
"Not as sweet as you. Chocolate, strawberry, vanilla, and was that caramel?"
Diana laughed softly. "Being covered in all those flavors is very tempting...a very erotic experience." Diana kissed his chest. "Leave it up to you to make painting a sexual activity for us."
"I couldn't resist. Not when I have a work of art like you."
"Mmmh..." Diana moaned and grinned as Clark's hand glided down her side to her ass then back up again. "Keep talking like that, Mr. Kent. This entire room and maybe even the entire house will have this edible paint all over it."
Clark grinned slyly. "Oh yeah? Well let me get to sweet talking you all night long." He rolled her over to lay her on her back as he sat up and stared down at her.
Staring at this gorgeous Goddess' body truly was like staring at a painting. The curves that shaped her were the base. Her skin was coated in the brush strokes of smoothness. Eyes, nose, ears, and mouth all cordinated perfectly and outlined to the smallest detail. She was a work of art, that came to life. She was a masterpiece and was made to be admired and cherished.
He reached down, caressing her cheek. Touching her brought him into reality. He pulled her up gently into his arms once more.
"I'm serious, Di. With all that I am, I love you."
Diana wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled her beautiful smile that blew everything away.
"And with all that I am, Kal-El, I love you, too."
Clark brought her lips to his, kissing her passionately as they laid back down. The rest of the night ahead promising lots more opportunities for them to experiment with their painting skills.