Oh, Kal

Inspired by Teyana Taylor and Kehlani's "Morning"

London

It was not yet full light, but Kal-El was already awake, looking down at the proof of the amazing turn in his life that happened 7 years ago. His fingers played along Diana's bare shoulder in the grey early morning light. It had rained while they slept, the air which drifted in through the window was fresh and clean.

It was moments like these that they loved. The quiet lazy times when either of them woke up before the other or at the same time and could just lay beside each other without worrying about whatever new emergency, meeting, or conference.

Kal let out a heavy sigh as he tried to tame his increasing lustful thoughts, intent on letting the woman in his arms get some much deserved rest. As willing a participant as she had been, between the Embassy, her home island of Themyscira, the Gods of Olympus, the Daily Planet and the Justice League with off world missions as well, neither of them had had much true rest in the last months. Kal reminded himself they had 4 whole days off and more if they liked. They could spend their vacation anywhere, even in another dimension or on another planet; plenty of time to indulge in all of the splendor of where they wanted to go and each other.

Right now though, and maybe even for the whole day, they wanted to be in bed, in each other's arms.

Kal's heart was beating steadily, content, listening to the steady breathing of his girlfriend. Silken soft hair tickled his nose, he smiled; it smelled of mangoes and coconuts, plus the unique smell of her body wrapped in his arms. He ran his free hand up her body, caressing her curves. Her body unconsciously moved closer to him, finding comfort in the simplest of touches. He smiled softly, tracing the soft features delicately, before trailing his hand back down, caressing curves, ghosting bare skin, teasing her body into awareness.

"My beautiful sweet Goddess," he whispered as he bent over to plant a small delicate kiss on the warm skin at the top of her shoulder.

His body began to stir as memories from the night before of how her body felt surrounding his flashed in his mind and before he knew what he was doing, his hand reached out, and gently, oh so gently, traced the line of one of those lovely mounds, feeling the nipple harden under his finger.

Mmm..." Diana moaned quietly and shivered with the softness of his stubble rubbing against her skin and as he assaulted her tender breasts.

She had not a coy bone in her body. The pure passion and joy she had expressed the night before, as she marveled not only at the things he made her feel but at the responses she coaxed from his own flesh made him fall in love with her a million times over again.

She was divinity and each time they took one another in their arms Kal marveled that the Gods had found him worthy of this Goddess.

Kal shifted and his arm came to rest on her waist. He lightly pulled her back so that her hips were closer to his and his arm could drape all the way around her waist. He wrapped her up tightly and gave her a quick squeeze, his thumb finding and stroking her arm once before he relaxed again. He closed his eyes and tried to will himself back to sleep, but Diana, her soft curves pressed against him, was proving an utter distraction. The line of her neck was elegant and yet strong, the dip of her waist perfectly cradled in the bend of his elbow, the soft skin of her arm had fairly branded his thumb, which wanted nothing more than to learn every part of her all over again.

Kal turned his head in towards the nape of her neck, inhaling slowly the slightly sweet, exotic scent of her warm, sleeping body. His next breath ghosted over the skin of her neck and the light groan of contentment that came from low in her throat sent a sliver of renewed desire through his body.

Diana suddenly shivered against him again, her hips tantalizing him as memories of the way they moved together just hours ago flooded his mind, and he felt his blood begin to surge in his groin.

The scent of her wafted up to his nose again and he struggled against the desire to simply bury his face in her hair and breathe deep. His thumb moved against her again, just a soft stroke along her abdomen, a quick touch to satisfy his growing desire to have her once again. His mind and body clashed, the former wanting to stay still and hold her as she peacefully slumbered in his arms. But his body wanted her, was preparing for her.

Diana felt the light caress of his thumb and smiled. There was something elemental about him, something that made her respond to him, that made her want things with him that tittered to sinful yet so wholly and deliciously right. Kal's thumb moved in slow passes just under her breast. Diana breathed deep, her expanding abdomen forcing her hips slightly back towards his and she swore that for a fleeting moment she felt him begin to stir. That thought alone, and his hand on her, thumb now moving in lazy circles, prompted another shiver and a low moan. Kal stilled and she took the opportunity to place her hand over his and and let her own fingers slide against his skin, heated as if he had just come in from the sun.

She smiled to herself when his touch became more sure, his hand creeping forward, guided or at least encouraged by her own. His breathing remained steady, but this time she was sure she felt him react to even these simple touches. She was so sleepy, but everything felt so good, the mattress, the sheets, his warmth, his touch. She just let herself relax and enjoy the rush of warmth that was enveloping her body once more.

Kal moved slowly, not wanting to break whatever spell it was that was guiding this moment. He let his thumb once again find the swell of the underside of her breast and worked slowly up until he felt the peak of her nipple. Diana slid her fingers lightly over his forearm, encouraging him in his gentle exploration.

He quit trying to hide his body's reaction, ever more confident in this sweetly erotic moment in which they found themselves. He pressed against her ass, letting her feel what she was doing to him as he cupped her breast fully in his hand. She let out a small hum of pleasure each time he found her nipple, pinching it lightly and then soothing it with gentle strokes.

Kal's arm under her head straightened. One hand grasped hers while his other hand explored. Diana lifted her hand behind to curl her fingers in his hair. Kal dipped his head again and brushed his lips across the elegant line of her neck, which she craned to give him a larger canvas on which to trace slow circles and random lines with his tongue as he continued his other attentions to her body. Kal inhaled sharply, his caresses grew more impassioned. Refusing to relinquish his hold on her breast, his other hand let go of hers to trail down her body to touch her. His jagged breath was hot against her neck as his fingers fondled her. His other hand on her breast, cupping then squeezing giving her the pressure she needed. She felt him grin before he placed the tenderest of kisses at the base of her nape. The morning stubble on his chin and cheeks pleasantly scraping her skin.

She smiled, a contented sigh wafting from her. "Mmmmm…"

Diana felt like she could fall asleep like this, wondered if maybe she was asleep and this was all just a dream. The way he touched her, the quiet acceptance of this thing that was happening between them felt so surreal. They hadn't kissed, they hadn't spoken, but they moved together on instinct. She slid her free hand up his arm, moving the covers down to their hips as she reached back to put a hand on his hip, exploring the shape of his hip and ass, of his powerfully muscled thigh.

Kal pulled her more tightly to his chest and moved his hips in a small rolling motion against her now. He shut his eyes and groaned against the rush of sensation. He abandoned her breast and neck momentarily to push the covers the rest of the way off of their bodies.

Her legs never disappointed, but to see them completely bare against the length of his, to see her hips nestled in his lap and to feel the growing heat of her center so near his own desire inflamed him in ways he didn't know possible. Her toes caressed his leg, her knee bending upward, opening herself to him.

"Di...," he sighed at the first light brush of his fingers against her sex.

"Yes," she whispered softly in reply, the rasp of desperation all the encouragement he needed to allow himself to run the length of her sex with two fingers, her flesh already swollen and slick with desire.

Diana gasped sharply and moaned at the sensation, as Kal rubbed his index finger over it repeatedly. He dragged his fingers forward to graze against her most sensitive spot. She closed her eyes tight and buried her head in the crook of his arm, rolling her hips much as he had, telling him she was ready.

He placed his lips to her ear and whispered sweet nothings. Then she felt him shift his hips and he was there, the solid silken warmth of him no longer trapped between them, but gently nearing her center from behind. Her muscles clenched in anticipation. She let out a long drawn out sigh as the end of Kal's erection pressed against her moist opening.

His knee slid between hers. She shifted, giving his hand better access to her. Kal pressed closer to her, his weight heavy and welcome against her back.

He thrust lazily against her, running his length through the silken moisture he'd coaxed from her. Each stroke caused her to shudder and moan both from the simple stimulation of his length and his fingers and from torture of having him so close to where she desperately wanted him.

Kal gently teased his Goddess, wanting to make sure that she would be ready for him and giving himself a few more moments to enjoy the feeling and sounds of her pleasure. They were a symphony only he would ever be fortunate enough to hear and he wanted to revel in it for a moment before he was inside of her he would have a hard time focusing on anything at all but her tight, wet heat.

He gave a few more thrusts through her swollen folds and then shortened his stroke and slipped inside with groan that was matched in intensity by Diana, the sounds of their pleasure mixing like sweet music.

"Gods..." Diana moaned passionately.

For a moment, Kal simply rested inside her, enjoying the feel of Diana's soft body pressed up against his and the feel of her wet warmth tightening around him. He pulled back and entered her again. She moaned and smiled with delight as Kal murmured words of love in her ear. His thrusts were deliciously slow; his hands delectably strong. One hand on her breast squeezing, the other rubbing at her with two wet, knowing fingers, carefully, a steady and insistent rhythm that charged her, all over, electric, wild.

"Ahhh…." She breathed.

She was gloriously tight and he was already fighting for control, keeping his strokes as long and slow as he could. Her little moans meshed with his, and he wrapped her in his arms, holding her to him, his forehead falling between her shoulder blades as he moved within her. He held her like that for a few moments, enjoying the connection of his body to hers from head to hips. His heart pounded in his chest, but his movements stayed gentle and slow. She was exquisite, and his heart clenched with the boundless emotion that underlay the physical expression of their love. He pressed her to him and kissed her shoulder before letting his hand slip down her stomach and over her hip.

Kal guided her top leg up over his hip, giving him better access for both of his tasks. His strokes got deeper and his hand slipped back between her thighs, giving her the twin pleasure that in that moment she knew was the heavens on Earth.

This was certainly a very romantic position; not just one built for pleasure, but also for gentle affection.

Diana thought she could laze in this feeling forever, his pace slow enough to please but gentle enough that she thought she could stay in this blissful state of semi-conscious pleasure forever. Her world had narrowed to this bed and to the man behind her, his gentle ministrations and the overwhelming sense of love and peace she felt in his arms.

Diana could feel how much Kal loved her in his wavelength and just the way he held her…so wonderful. She savored each and every touch and sensation as his smooth hands slid over the skin of her chest, stomach, and sides. He rested a hand on her hip and massaged his fingertips into the soft flesh, causing Diana to sigh with pleasure.

It was a clear display of their love for one another in a physical way. His hand continued to run across her chest before slowly traveling to her stomach to massage it. Diana kept her eyes closed and smiled, enjoying the feeling of Kal's tender caressing.

He never broke tempo, just made love to her in long and slow strokes, coaxed her body along until she was humming in time with him. Then suddenly, with just the right stroke of a finger, she was soaring, the gentle buzz turning into a gathering storm, pleasure radiating out from his touch, each stroke sending it farther and wider into her body.

Kal heard the change in her breathing, the slightly strangled edge in her gasps. He was taking her there, and he wanted to be there with her, knew he would be; it was only his focus on her pleasure that was keeping him in check. Now that he felt her body beginning to tremble, he let himself focus on the tight, hot squeeze of her around him, keeping his rhythm steady even as his muscles began to shake from pleasure and anticipation.

"I love this…" Diana said softly.

"I love touching you," Kal said back against the skin of her neck. he ran his hand up to flick one of her nipples, making her gasp.

"Where?" she teased.

"Everywhere," he answered, slipping a finger down to massage her wet need. "You're so beautiful..." he told her.

"And you're so...good...my handsome Love," She said, half-gasping due to Kal's continued caresses.

Kal continued a slow, passionate, and loving pace…he wanted this to be intimate, not just about pleasure. He was careful, making each thrust count. He focused on the amazing feel of Diana's skin brushing against his…the feel of his hips making contact with the flesh of her backside. The sound of her soft moans, uneven breaths, and pants were music to his ears. He loved her so much. He couldn't resist making some sounds of his own. With every thrust he made a series of groans, sighs, and pants. Between his mixed sounds of passion, he muttered incoherent words of love to her.

Diana whined, feeling his body pressing up against her repeatedly. His length sliding between her legs, brushing up against her cheeks, and pumping its way into her. She loved it so much…it was sweet; it was intimate; it was gentle…but it was still damn sexy.

"Mmmmnnn," he groaned of pleasure.

"Y-yes…" she panted.

Despite the romantic position, the pleasure was indeed becoming intense, especially as Kal began to aim for Diana's G-spot more exclusively.

"Cl-Clark…" she whimpered.

"Diana…." he breathed, making his next thrust especially deep and purposeful.

"Ohhnnnn…" she groaned in her throat.

Kal then began to push forward more and more, and a bit quicker, but not extremely fast. Even though their pace was slow, Kal was getting closer and was still very much filled to the brim with pleasure. He could feel Diana getting wetter and tightening around him aggressively.

"So...so...good…." Diana moaned out.

Kal began to suckle on her pulse while pushing up very deliberately into her G-spot and holding his position.

"Aaaah!" Diana half moaned, half whined.

She could feel it; the tension inside her was growing more and more by the minute; she needed release and it had to be soon before she went absolutely mad, despite how much she was enjoying their intimacy.

"K-Kal!…I….oohhhhh…mmmm..."

She gripped the arm still holding her shoulders to him and her breathing came in quick pleasure soaked gasps, the sound of which was enough to do him in. He made his own grunting noises, trying to hang on as he continued the maddeningly slow pace. He wanted to keep her there, on the edge of ecstasy, hovering in the space between pleasure and pain, until the only release from sweet torture is to tumble over into the abyss.

His caress finally broke her and he felt her fall over the edge, the pure beauty of it causing him to jerk against her as his own pleasure washed over him in powerful waves, his movements finally stilling as he felt the final pulsing throbs of his flesh seated in hers. He didn't move, enjoying the moist heat of her around him. In response to Diana's moans, whines, and mewls, he bit down on her neck and thrust forward one last time. Diana gasped sharply from pleasure as she felt his thick, hot essence shoot into her.

It was quiet…just the sound of airy breaths, ragged pants, and small groans. Diana loosened her grip on his arm and sighed as Kal slipped from inside her. Kal smiled against her hair and he felt her giggle in his arms. She turned her face to his and he looked into her eyes for the first time since waking.

"Good morning, my Love."

"Yeah, a very good morning," he replied. His voice was just as husky, and a deep baritone, even deeper now than normal with lust.

He leaned forward and let his lips brushed against the warm waiting lips of the Goddess next to him. Her lips parted and she smiled into the kiss, feeling his tongue and rediscover his taste, and her arms wrapped around his neck to draw him closer.

Diana's lips are soft and sensual. Kal grabs her face, pulling himself more into her while caressing the side of her body. He rolls on top of her, situating himself in between her legs. He brought one leg up and caressed her heated core, causing her to moan into him. Her fingers in his hair, pushing her leg on his rear to cause more friction.

Kal pulled back slightly momentarily. He looked at her, really looked at her, the soft creaminess of her sun kissed skin, the rosebuds adorning her breasts, the pool of black which draped across the pillow. Looking at her laying here like this, so vulnerable and honest melts his heart and he is beyond words. Her luscious lips broke into a smile to rival the sunrise, he couldn't help but to place another kiss on her lips.

"Kal," she moaned, closing her eyes.

Her moan caused him to do the same. He left her lips and started to trail a path down her neck.

"Oh…your morning stubble, Beloved," she laughed softly as he rubbed his chin against the delicate skin of her neck and chest.

He moved down her delicious body, every curve and line familiar to him. He leaves a trail of wetness from his tongue along the way. He captured a nipple into his mouth, eagerly sucking at it and at the same time softly brushing his face against the softness of the skin of her breast. Diana laughed and moaned louder. His tongue swirls around it, his hand reaching up to cup the other breast. Diana arched into his touch, panting at the sensation. His mouth trails from one breast to the next, matching his ministrations from the previous nipple to this one. His mouth still toys with her nipple. Her breath hitched at the sensation. He always knows how to work his mouth on every inch of her body, sending jolts of pleasure throughout.

"Yes, Love..."

He sucked harder as she moved her hand to his hair, pressing him closer to her, encouraging his actions. God, he love to hear her moan. He is at her command. Kal bit softly at her nipples and heard her hissing, pushing herself against him and sliding her hand to cup his face.

He could already foresee the reddish marks it'll leave on her later and smiled at the thought. Kal started to kiss down her rib cage and stomach, moving to kiss the area around her navel, making circular movements with his tongue. The soft rasping of his chin against her hip. The wet and warm licking of his tongue made her squirm and the roughness of his morning stubble made her moan out loud again.

Diana opened her eyes and looked at him, concentrating on sucking bits of her skin into his mouth and humming in appreciation.

"Gods..."

Kal pulled himself up, laying half on top of her. When his face leveled with hers, he saw lust in her eyes, gazing at him, luxuriously, messy hair framing her face as her hands gripped him tight on the shoulders now. Before she can get a word in, he kisses her, nibbling slightly on her bottom lip. Tongue slowly slipping into her mouth. Every time they kiss, such adrenaline, such desire.

His hand travels downwards, skimming over the soft skin of her stomach, heading to her heat. When he's pulling back from the still relatively sweet kiss, Diana moans almost ridiculously loud. Kal moves his head down to suck at a pressure point on her neck. It was all too much.

Kal pressed his lips eagerly to hers, their tongues meeting halfway. Diana whimpered against his mouth when his fingers touched her center, ceremoniously, with the intimacy of someone who's been acquainted with the gesture many times before.

His fingers slowly teasing her sensitive outer skin. It's a sweet torturous build up. Diana clutched the hand that was not in his hair tightly to the blanket. Kal dipped a finger down into that perfect V between her legs and leisurely press his finger against her needy pearl. Kal rubbed in small circles. Diana felt the wetness increasing inside her and flooding onto his fingers, as he pushed another finger working in and out of her, rubbing languidly, twisting and curling his fingers, carelessly against her walls, hitting the right spot as deep as they could go.

"Kal…" she whimpered, breaking their kiss, buckling against him.

As his thumb furiously rubbed at her love button, she clenched around his fingers, comes, groaning and panting as she did.

Suddenly the weight of his body left her as he moved down hers again, his fingers still inside her. He pulled them out, brushing against her pearl for a moment, making her gasp for air.

After her orgasm, Diana rolled them over rose lying on top of him. She kissed down the middle of his chest then buried her face into the chest of her beloved who chuckled slightly. Breathing in the scent of sandalwood, vanilla, and musk that seemed to be unique to just Kal. She hummed at the feeling of home she felt whilst being wrapped in his arms early in the morning just the two of them, as of the outside world didn't exist.

Diana raised her head to look at him. Her breath coming in short gasps as she stared wide-eyed into his stormy gaze. Their lips are just centimeters apart and each of them can feel the other's breath blowing warmly against their face, can hear the ragged exhalations signaling their desire for each other. Raven black hair fell into cerulean eyes as she sat up, the beautiful locks cascading off slender shoulders and down the slim back, just tickling his legs with the tips. Her hands ran over his musclar chest. Her long nails scratched lightly and her plump lips curving up at the moan elicited.

Never breaking eye contact, Diana lifted her hips and reach between them to guide his thick length into her warm center. The hands that gripped at her hips help to guide her. She kissed his chin and let her lips trail softly along his jaw as she descend, taking him in slowly, inch by inch. Kal threw his head back and groan at the delicious sensation of her hot, wet walls slowly engulfing him, trying hard to resist the urge to pull her down and bury himself inside her completely.

"Diana..."

"Kal-El..."

Sinking down a bit more, a moan that escaped her lips as she feels herself stretch to accommodate his girth echoes his. Tightening his grip on her hips, Kal slowly raised his, thrusting deeper into her, feeling like he couldn't get close enough. Leaning over to brace herself against the bed, Diana caught an ear lobe between her teeth, gently nibbling as Kal slide his hands up her back again, his fingers leaving tiny prickles of electricity in their wake. Diana shifted her hips slightly, in a gentle rocking motion that sent ripples of pleasure through both their bodies.

With both hands now clasp around her waist, Kal rolled over, flipping their positions so he's now the one on top. With a seductive smile, Diana wrapped her long legs around his hips and pulled his head down to hers for another kiss. Kal's tongue slipped through her lips and began exploring the luscious interior of her mouth, his hips rhythmically moving in time with his tongue, his member languorously sliding in and out of her. When breathing became an issue, Kal gently pulled away from her lips, his mouth trailing hot, wet open-mouthed kisses down to her neck. Reaching the spot behind her ear he know drove her to distraction, he began to kiss and lathe it with his tongue. Diana let out a moan of pleasure, tilting her head backwards and exposing her neck to him, her hands running mindlessly over his neck and shoulders.

Kal increased the pace of his thrusts, pulling all the way out and pushing deeply into her as he could. Adjusting her legs so they sat higher on his hips, Diana wrapped them tightly around his waist, altering the angle of his thrusts. She met every one of them with equal fervor, gasping as he hit her g-spot time and time again. His lips and tongue are occupied with kissing and licking at her neck, shoulder, and throat. Running a hand up her side, Kal cupped a breast in his strong hand, kneading it gently, thumbing a hardened nipple and watching her shudder under his touch as he does so.

Diana found it hard to concentrate on any particular thing with what Kal is doing to her; all she knew is that he is driving her crazy and she loves it. At some point she vaguely realized, through her haze of pleasure, that he had switched hands and is now paying attention to her other breast. His lips has somehow made a trail to the opposite side of where they had began their caresses, and now he is running his tongue around the shell of her ear, heightening the tingles of pleasure already flowing through her body.

Digging her nails into his upper back, she could hear her soft pants and moans mingle with the sounds of Kal's heavy breathing, his rasping groans. She felt his hand skim the length of her body, coming to rest on the flat of her stomach. He pressed his lips to hers in a hard, passionate kiss, breaking away abruptly to look into her eyes. Sliding his hand down further and between them, he began to rub her pearl with his thumb, making her gasp and cry out. Her mind was reeling and he loved this, watching as she is pleasured and happy. He looked up at her breasts pouncing to the rhythm of his thrusts, her mouth open, moaning.

There was nothing but the two of them and the feel of his body against and inside of hers. She knew she wouldn't last much longer. She was teetering on the edge, whole body tense in anticipation.

Diana arched her back as she feels the overwhelming wave of sensations running through her body, her hips thrusting upwards, wanting more of the friction. With only a few strokes of Kal's fingers, she felt her orgasm ripping through her entire being. Her nails scrape down his back, his name escaping her lips in screams of pleasure.

"Clark!" she gasped into his ear, and moments later, her world vanished in light and sensation and she could hear herself making noises and didn't care as her nails dug into whatever flesh was under them.

She felt him lose control slightly, his rhythm becoming unsteady as he panted against her neck, a hand tangled in her hair tightly.

"Di..." he didn't finish his sentence.

Diana milked him, coaxing his own release and she felt him go rigid, movement fast and shallow. He was spilling himself inside her, adding to the superb fullness she already felt. Coming slowly down from her own climax, she relaxed her grip on him and kissed his shoulder where her nails had marked him as he rode out his own release, breath coming in short grunts until he went boneless and breathless on top of her, his full weight pressing her into the mattress. Diana trailed her hands up and down his sides and over his back as he gathered himself again. As he shakily pushed himself up on his arms, he kissed her tenderly.

"Beautiful. So beautiful..." he smiled before pulling out and rolling onto his back, pulling Diana into his arms and he kissed the top of her raven head.

"Incredibly divine..." Diana whispered as she ever so lightly smooths a finger over her beloved boyfriend's stubble.

They clung onto each other tightly, never wanting to let go. Their hearts were beating aggressively and Diana laid her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. She heard it thumping and smiled. Looking up at him for a moment she saw his head tilted back with his eyes closed. Kal ran his fingers through Diana's hair and whispered the three words that made her heart soar.

Diana smiled wider and kissed the middle of his chest before laying her head back down, continuing to listen to his heart. It's growing quieter with every second. They laid together for several more minutes as their breathing finally slowed and bodies quieted.

"We're staying in bed all day, aren't we?" Diana asked teasingly.

"You know it..." Kal chuckled.

Diana looked up at him and he looked at her and their eyes meet. Ocean blue against cerulean blue. Love against Love.

"I love you, Kal."

"I love you, too, Diana," he said as he dropped a kiss down onto her lips. "Round 3..." he murmured against her lips, his hand sliding down between her legs.

Diana's breath hitched in her throat as he dipped a finger into her folds, rubbing her sensuously. She was already wet again.

She smiled against his lips, moaning softly. "Oh…Kal…"