Skin To Skin

London

The only thing greatly illuminating the night other than the countless stars shimmering in the obsidian night is the radiance on Clark Kent's face. He clenched his jaw as his girlfriend, Diana Prince, emerged from the bathroom, skin still glistening from her bath. He swallowed hard as he pushed himself up on one elbow, and he felt himself harden as he realized she was wearing a nightie he'd never seen before.

It was fuchsia, silky, like her skin, and nearly nonexistent, like his restraint.

"Damn," he muttered appreciatively as she stood provocatively in the doorway of her bathroom.

She gave him a triumphant smirk as she began to move oh, so slowly toward the bed, and then she murmured, "See something you like?"

He only raised an eyebrow as she reached the bed and proceeded to boldly straddle him. He gripped her hips firmly with his fingers and took his time appreciating her attire. The ensemble consisted of nothing more than a flimsy camisole and a barely-there thong, but it covered just enough to leave him dying for more. It was thin, allowing the shape of her nipples to show through the silk, and the almost-nonexistent spaghetti straps set her dainty shoulders off to utter perfection.

Hip to hip and everything in between, as far as he's concerned, belongs to him. But despite his love for her body, it was her heart he fell in love with. She was magnificent.

Clark was so caught up in his silent worship of her body, that he didn't notice the small smirk that graced Diana's lips.

"You know, Beloved, you do have options other than simply staring at me," she hinted as he simply grasped her hips tightly.

"Mmm-hmm," he murmured without looking into her eyes. "Just admiring the view," he elaborated as he slowly slid his hands up her sides.

Diana's eyes fluttered shut at his ministrations and almost on cue, her head dropped back as he rubbed his thumbs over the thin material covering her nipples.

"Mmmm," she hummed quietly, gently grinding her hips against his.

He wanted to take the hint, but he knew it would be oh-so-worth-it if he drew it out, just a little. He reached up to take her face in his hands and drew her down to him, pressing his lips firmly but gently against hers. He bucked up against her, just slightly, as he allowed his tongue to enter her mouth and duel with hers. She sucked at him eagerly, licking his lips and gripping his neck with her elegant hands.

She moved her mouth to get at his earlobe. Damn, she knew what brought him to his knees and he retaliated by reaching under the thin camisole to roll her nipples between his fingers. He was rewarded with a sharp gasp and a flood of wetness through the thin material that separated them.

"Screw drawing it out" his mind said, and with that he ripped the insubstantial excuse for a camisole over her head and threw it roughly to the side.

Diana breathed out roughly in relief as his lips attacked her nipples, sucking almost violently in his arousal. He knew what she wanted, and bit lightly at her breasts, trying to elicit the guttural moan he knew she would eventually reward him with. When she did, he instinctively sucked harder, and he knew there would be a mark on her in the morning.

"Good," he thought, possessively.

"Mmmm, Kal," she murmured.

Lips continued to brush along her neck, soft and barely there, almost a ghost against her skin. Clark's hands become even more desperate then, curling around Diana's back, fingers pressing into her skin almost too tightly as he presses against her. Skin to skin. Flesh to flesh.

He lets out a sound halfway between a gasp and a laugh against her throat and she can't help it when she keens, fingers quivering against his shoulders as his breath fans over her neck, warm against the slight wetness along her neck. It sends a chill through her, enough to make her shiver.

Diana's fingers tangle in his hair, nails pricking at the back of his neck as her other arm slips around his shoulders. She dragged his mouth up to meet hers, careful as her hand leaves his hair, coming around to cradle his jaw. Kal smiled against her, fingers dragging back up her back, only just grazing her skin and sending a shiver down her spine.

Goosebumps prickle at her skin and Clark pulls her closer as she quivers above him. She sighed against him, a breathless giggle spilling across her lips as he prods at Diana's rib cage, tickling and teasing; always there, but never quite where she wanted him.

He guided her onto her back, hovering over her. Clark stared down at her questionably for a moment, eyes searching deeply in hers. It was so surreal to him to have this beautiful Goddess right here in his arms. How did he get so lucky?

Diana's legs curl around his hips as he settled against her, mouth meeting hers in a gentle kiss. Her fingers run down his chest, ghosting across his ribs before slipping back up, threading through his hair and holding him tightly against her. Her right hand came up, fingers grazing against his jaw, and he leans into her.

He growled against her, shuddering as she sucks his lower lip into her mouth, tongue grazing it lightly. Groaning against her mouth, Clark tore his lip from her grasp, resting his forehead against hers as he pants, eyes blinking open to lock with hers, gaze burning. His lips go back to hers, softer this time, sweeter, his tongue sliding across the seam of her lips slowly.

Diana's hands slip down to cup his face, fingers stroking his cheeks. Her hips circle against his slowly, surprising him into a groan. He pulls back slowly, reluctantly, his forehead pressing against hers, both of them breathing heavily.

Lips meet her skin once more, hot wet kisses trailing over her jaw and down her neck, then back up, over her jaw and then to her ear, nibbling at the lobe and making her wriggle against his lower half, back arching into him as he murmurs her name against her skin.

A quick silence passes over the both of them as they stare into each other's eyes, Diana can't help but notice how the moonlight softens the blue in his eyes. And just the same, Clark couldn't help but take note of the sheer iridescence emanating from the woman lying under him, held breathless by the smile on her face. This is probably the most happy he has seen her and the most happy he's ever been.

They find themselves in a tight embrace, arms so wrapped up in one another. For a while, they just lie there: naked, chests heaving, drenched in their passions. A gentle smile plays on his mouth as the air suddenly becomes thick and heavy, cocooning them in a warm shroud. Diana leaned her head against his chest. The steady beating of his heart becomes an alluring melody, one that lulls her to a land where only dreams exist, yet also brings her to life in every way imaginable. In that moment, she was awake...alive...free.

Looking up, Diana pressed her palms against his cheeks.

"My Love?" she said, her voice trembling. "That place you took me when we first made love?"

"Yeah?" He envelops her in his warmth as Diana now caressed his arms.

Her breath shakes as she gives him her reply, "Take me there, Kal. Take me there and further."

"As you wish. I'll take you as far as we can possibly go."

Winding his hands into her hair, Clark leaned in for a long and lingering kiss, and she kisses back, deepening it even further. Parting her lips and letting him in, Diana relished the sensation of him tenderly stroking and exploring her mouth.

A shudder ran through her as she felt Kal pulsing beneath her, his manhood pressing against her inner thigh. The heat from her cheeks intensified as he took a moment to look at her bare chest. Ducking his head down, he pressed his face against it and began to deliver a stream of velvety-soft kisses.

Warmth radiates from each spot his lips touch. As she ran her hands through his locks, her entire body trembled as the sensation spreads down to her toes, to her arms, then to the very tips of her being.

When he said his next words, Diana's heart swelled as stars obscure her vision.

"I love you."

Before she even gets the chance to reply, his lips found hers. Placing his fingers against her face, he stroked the edge of her cheek lightly as he entwined his other hand with hers. A moan escaped from her mouth as he suckled a delicate spot on her neck, blinding her to everything else but the feel of him against her body. After a few moments of this, he began peppering kisses against her collarbone, then her abdomen, before pulling away.

He started stroking the area in between her thighs, not stopping until she finally unravels around him, shuddering.

He cherishes every inch of her body with his hands and his mouth, caressing her skin with the most attentive touch, pressing and stroking with such delicacy and devotion that she can't help but lose herself to the feelings that he evokes, each and every time. He kisses her with tender affection, and looks at her as she's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen in his life. He concentrates on conveying the love he so honestly, ardently feels for her and she can bask in his tender affections and drown herself in the knowledge that she is well and truly loved by a man who would go to the underworld and back for her.

And then he moves again, squeezing her hand and kissing her jaw in an endearing, tender display of fondness that bring a pleasant flush of coyness to her cheeks.

Diana smirked, pushing him to lie on his back and mounted him without hesitation, allowing her eyes to drift close as she felt him fill her depths. She struggled to contain her own gasps of pleasure as he pervaded her. He flipped her onto her back, easily, never pulling out of her.

"Yes...Gods!"

Within moments, he was moving against her, and she was responding in kind, grinding against him and beseeching him for...

"More, Kal, Gods, yes, please, MORE."

With their bodies joined, their souls melt into one being. They had ascended to Heaven. Bliss overwhelmed them, and something else they can't quite describe but only knows the feeling swelling their hearts and warming their skin.

Diana smiled warmly from beneath him. Clark smiled back and captured her lips in a passionate kiss.

Clark lifts her on his lap as he sits. She rewarded him with nips on his neck, giving him goose bumps.

They embrace each other in this new position, a sort of personal goal to try to erase any space that dared interpose between them. Clark's hands travel up her back to sink into a sea of raven hair and he watched enthralled how she bit her bottom lip with closed eyes, face doing nothing to conceal her pleasure.

Following every thread of raven silk, Clark's caress goes from roots to tips. It seems to have a good effect on her, because her head fell limply over his shoulder and her embrace tightens, whimpers escaping her. A small thrust of his hips and she is already undoing herself in his arms.

He takes down mental notes and continues looking for more spots, little by little discovering more of what pleases his Goddess. Her hands roam his skin in the same manner, like adventurers going on a new journey each and every time they make love, making new discoveries.

Every touch… every kiss… every thrust felt as if it could last a lifetime. Here, cradled in their love nest, with their flesh joined and their souls naked, it felt as if time became eternity.

Her kisses bless his eyelids; they flutter over his face and his lips. They share their breath, bodies and souls, having never felt so fulfilled before. Warmth poured into them. There's magic flowing between them.

"You are unbelievable, Kal," Diana whispered in his ear.

"So are you, Di."

"Oh...my Love..."

Her voice was so compassionate, and her eyes so understanding and he cannot help but simply marvel at how blue they are. Clark felt like he loses himself in those crystal eyes and spirals in them until every sense of reality is lost to him and only one certainty is left. Love. He loves her. He loves this woman sitting on his lap and kissing his jaw. He loves her more than everything, and will love her until the day he finds a way of dying. It's such a simple, powerful reality, that he finds himself breathless for a moment.

Drunken in love, laugher mixed with kisses, and they just rest for a while, still conjoined, movements languid and bodies heavy. Burning confessions whispered before fixing their eyes in each other and starting once again. There's no timing for their amorous dance; they just do what their bodies ask them to and selflessly offer themselves to that miraculous feeling that is called Love.

Clark, then, laid her gently back down on her back, not once breaking their connection. He grabbed onto the headboard behind Diana's head and began thrusting into her with an increasing rhythm.

A high-pitched gasp echoes all throughout the room as her nails dig into his back. Clark's chest heaved erratically against Diana's own as she felt his hot pants brush her neck. She winds a single hand into his ruffled hair and her lip quivers briefly before she tugs for him to raise his head and takes his lips into her own.

She sucked in a breath and panted helplessly as he thrust into her again and again, heightening every sensation of her orgasm. Giving an involuntary jerk of her torso, she arched her back. A rush of pleasure grips her as she pressed her body closer to his. She trembles for a few short moments, before completely falling apart in his arms.

"Oh, Beloved," she moaned, overcoming with the newfound sensation.

Pressing her fingers firmly against his back, she clings on tightly, still feeling him hard inside of her.

Her nails curl around tighter against his skin, making him grunt. Overwhelmed with a sudden surge of vehement desire, her legs squeeze around his waist, digging her heels into the small of his back, pulling him in deeper.

And Clark's hands slide back up her legs, skimming over her hips before slipping around her back. Diana breathed against his skin, mouth moving along his jaw, touching, but never quite kissing.

Her hips circle against his slowly and he whispers her name, voice hoarse and breathy. She squeezed around him once again, arching into him, and he holds her tighter. It was only as the last waves of her climax were beginning to recede that he gave up his own battle and allowed his body to surrender to hers, pumping her full of his own passion, murmuring gentle words of devotion into her ear. Before he knows it, a soft groan leaves his lips as he finds himself erupting with warmth, spilling into her.

A low, keening sound spills from Diana's lips, but Clark's lips swallow the sound, his hips rocking against hers. She whispered his name and he twitches above her, shuddering and groaning low in his throat before sighing as his forehead drops onto her shoulder.

While he finishes, his breath comes out in shuddering breaths as he buried his face against the crook of her neck. Her fingers brush through his hair in calming strokes.

After a while, Clark pulls his face away from her. A smile has crept its way onto his lips. Her mouth mirrors his own as she tenderly caressed his face.

For a few moments, neither of the two said anything as they relish the infinite bliss brought on by what just transpired between them, gazing into each other's eyes with looks that can only described as loving.

It's Clark who finally breaks the silence after he settles a palm against her cheek. Leaning in a bit closer, he murmurs in a raspy tone, "I can't get enough of you, Diana. Your addicting, like the rarest, most delicacy of sweets."

At his suggestion and eagerness, she can't help but laugh, running a loving hand through his locks.

After pulling him in for another long and lingering kiss, she replied, "I'm all yours, Mr. Kent."

His arms slip around her back as he rolled over for her to be on top of him and held her into a soft embrace, breathing heavily. Diana rested herself gently against him, relaxed and sated. Clark pressed his lips to her forehead.

Clark lifted his head and raised an eyebrow. He glanced at the camisole, puddled on the floor, and the thong, thrown haphazardly beside it.

"Looks good on you. Looks better on the floor," he grinned.

Diana laughed softly looking up at him. "Hmm...naughty man. I prefer you fully naked as well so I can easily have my way with you."

Clark chuckled. "I love you, Gorgeous."

"I love you, too, Handsome."

Clark leaned down and kissed her softly.

Nothing could ever hold a candle to the way he's currently staring into the eyes of the woman in his arms. Diana curled into his chest as she nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck. They were wrapped in each other's eternal love. Skin to skin.