Sex Talk
Inspired by Megan Thee Stallion's "Sex Talk" and Trina's "Phone Sexx"
London, Diana Prince's Condominium
It was at an ungodly hour of the night and Diana was lying in bed reading a new mystery novel her boyfriend, Clark Kent, bought her. She sighed not able to actually concentrate reading, thinking about him. He had been away in Kyoto, Japan following up on a story about the JET Program. She was glad to hear him again even though they had been talking all day long during her coffee breaks. But she still missed him so very much. They had both been so busy with work both civilian and heroics, she couldn't wait for them to be able to take some time off. A spark flared in her stomach as she thought of all the ways she couldn't wait to welcome him home.
She should be taking advantage now trying to get some sleep, but she just couldn't.
She smiled to herself thinking back on how 3 years ago, she wouldn't have thought of time off, let alone spending that time off with the man she'd fallen in love with. Clark had truly changed so much for her. She'd become so much more relaxed, understood more of the ways of man's world and this feeling of love...being in love.
Suddenly she jumped slightly as the ringing of her cellphone interrupts her in her daze. Closing her book, she leaned over, picked up her phone, and gave a smile when she saw the name on the caller ID and eagerly answered it.
"Hey Beautiful." She heard Clark's voice on the other end of the line.
Diana felt her mouth water, along with other parts of her body, as Clark's voice reached her ears. Shivers were sent through her. Her heart was instantly doing double time.
"Hi, my Love," she answered, her smile showed through her voice.
"I'm sorry it's so late but I had to hear your voice."
"Oh, no, it's fine. That's so sweet and I'm glad you called because I miss you."
She heard him sigh.
"I miss you, too. I wish I was there with you, in our bed, holding you in my arms. I don't need sleep, but even if I wanted to, I can't sleep without you. Having my dream girl next to me," he teased her, leaning back, his head cushioned against his free arm. "Your body tucked in against mine, your hair tickling my nose. We somehow get so tangled together."
She shook her head in fondness, the smile still on her face. Her heart melted, his words meaning so much to her. She felt her body flush he always was the charmer.
"I want that, too. You've spoiled me to wanting you to be my blanket," she confessed, her voice warm as honey. "I want to hear even the sound of you snoring."
She heard his chuckle loud and clear. She lay down on her back, still holding the phone to her ear. His laugh sent arousal through her body, God how she loved his laugh.
"How much longer do you think you'll be there?"
"I think 2 or 3 more days?"
"That's not too long..."
"I don't know...72 hours, 4320 minutes, 259200 seconds...seems long. You should be here, Di."
"Kal..."
"This is a great place for us to have a vacation together. Or you know I could take a quick flight to you and get back right in time...?"
She laughed seductively.
"I'm very tempted to do so," he laughed but was quite serious.
"I know but Darling, you know I love it when we have fun with our quick ventures but I'm craving for so much more with those talented hands of yours... just wandering around on my body, feeling every inch of me. I love drawing the pleasure out, making it last as long as possible."
"Damn, Diana...you really aren't making this easy."
"Mmhmm...I admit my thoughts aren't so pure right now."
"When I get home, we are going to have that mind blowing, fantastic, screaming kind of love making," he growled, his member starting to pay attention. "Won't stop until dawn. Making the headboard nearly fall apart..."
Diana could feel herself getting wet as he said that. "Love, if you keep saying stuff like this…" she breathed.
"Knowing every single spot and every inch of you. How good you taste." He lowered his voice and the way he pronounced every word became huskier and slower, making it sound so dirty.
"Clark," she warned.
That wasn't fair. He was so, so far away from her. He just wasn't being fair to her. How he could talk so dirty to her when he wasn't there with her? When she couldn't see him or touch him? What was the point when she couldn't feel him?
"Should we start on the couch? Remember the last time we did it on the couch? Hm?"
Diana closed her eyes, sighing. After a few seconds of consideration she answered, "Yes. I remember." She smiled at the memory, thinking back. "We almost broke it," she said, laughing, slightly embarrassed.
"You know you liked it."
"Yes," she replied, a little smile in her voice.
"I'll have you up against the wall, in the shower, even the balcony."
His voice dropped progressively lower as he listed off the places they'd had and will have wildly enthusiastic sex, and the underlying bass notes shivered down her body and she had to fight to keep her voice from showing how much he affected her. But of course, he could hear it anyway. That's what they needed right now, to be sexually sated, lost in each other's embrace.
"Diana? Di?" Clark asked with a grin, "Are you still there?"
Diana blushed at her inability to keep her mind on the present conversation and maybe a part of her was oh so grateful he wasn't here to see her reddened cheeks, "Yes, I'm here. Sorry...I got distracted by something."
"Oh?" Clark grinned wider knowing exactly what had distracted her, the same thing that had distracted him all day, but he was sure it was from a different point of view. "What was it?"
"Nothing, nothing at all," Diana replied a little too quickly.
Clark chuckled and she knew he realized what had really caught her attention, "Why don't you tell me what you were thinking about?" Clark readjusted himself, his member rock hard and attempting to free himself from its denim confines.
"Like I said it was nothing."
"Nothing, so I'm nothing now?" he poked fun at her, "Or was it just so hot that you couldn't bear to tell me the truth?" Clark dropped his voice an octave knowing exactly what it did to her.
"The latter," Diana whispered.
"That's what I thought. Which one was it, the last time?" Clark didn't need to hear her answer him; he heard her voice hitch and he knew, "I loved that. I love watching you, you know. That sexy expression you get." Clark's eyes drifted closed as he imagined the look she gave him and her body as he settled his weight between her thighs, the way she always welcomed him.
Diana felt her body react to his words. "Clark," she begged once again. She swallowed hard, trying to keep her breathing even, biting her lip.
"Listening to your breathing...It got heavier. Your heart rate faster too..." he continued telling her, talking slowly and seductively.
"Have I ever told you how ridiculously sexy your voice is?" she asked.
"Only a few dozen times," he answered back. "I am glad that my voice gets your breathing shallow," he said as Diana laughed slightly, a bit embarrassed by his statement.
But she didn't respond. She knew him pretty well and could see the smug smile on his face in her mind. "Imagine if I'd been there, with you..." he started saying then he fell silent for a while.
"Kal? Are you still there?" she asked after a few seconds.
"Oh, yeah, yeah," he answered back immediately. "I want to try something."
"What's that?"
"What are you wearing right now?" he asked her and she couldn't help but wonder why. As if reading her mind he said, "I am just trying to imagine you," he confessed. "The way you are looking, what you are doing. The way you are lying in bed."
She bit her lip. "Really?" she asked, surprised. "Well it's your t-shirt and a pair of lace panties," she said.
"My navy t-shirt with the abstract geometric design?"
"Yes, that's the one," she said giggling.
"Ah, the very first one I let you have," he chuckled.
"It has your cologne scent engrained within it and its just so sexy wearing one of your t-shirt."
Clark groaned, "Yeah I can picture you in it now," he groaned again, "but visualizing; the front of my jeans are getting tight."
Diana giggled, "If you were at home, I would gladly help release your tension."
"Take off the t-shirt," Clark whispered.
"What?" she asked surprised.
"You heard me...take off the t-shirt," he whispered again.
Diana put her phone on speaker and laid it on the pillow next to her and pulled the t-shirt over her head, tossing it aside.
"Now what?" she asked.
"Lie back on the bed."
She obeyed quickly, laying back against her pillows. He listened as Diana moved making sure she comfortable and when she stilled he took a deep breath.
"Now, just relax. Close your eyes. Don't open them until I tell you to and just focus on my voice."
"Okay," Diana breathed, caught up in his voice again.
"Run your fingers from your shoulder, down between your breasts, slowly, run them all the way down your chest to your panties."
Gods, he sounded like he was right next to her.
He listened as she slipped into the moment, knowing that it was him in her mind touching her.
He listened again as she moved, "Wet your fingers with your mouth," he whispered. "Touch and palm your breasts, just like you like them for me."
Diana stuck her fingers in her mouth and runs her tongue over them before pulling them out and circling her nipples with her wet fingers. Her sensitive nipples immediately become hard and erect. She gasps at the feel of pleasure she's giving herself.
Clark's member twitched as he head her hiss when she pinched them. His eyes drifted shut again.
Diana moaned softly, and Clark envisioned her skin creamy in the moonlight.
"Yes..." she whispered. A little whimper rose in her throat as she rolled her fingers over the erect, sensitive nipples.
"Squeeze and massage. Imagine the feel of my hands and mouth on your breasts," Clark growled.
She rubbed her nipples into tight pebbles. "Ohhhh," she moaned.
"I miss you, Diana..." his rough voice came through the phone, sending shivers through her. "I wish more than anything we were in the same bed right now, god, you have no idea what I want to do to you..."
"Tell me..." she whimpered breathlessly as she continued pulling her nipple.
She could practically hear the smirk on his face as he chuckled darkly.
"I want to taste you, Diana. Every single inch of you."
He paused when her breath hitched, smiling like he knew he had her before continuing. Her craving was getting stronger with every word that Clark pronounced oh-so slowly and huskily. She could see the picture clearly in her mind, imagining his words, how it would feel to have his hot mouth on her. She could feel his hands on her skin. Imagining his kisses, the way his soft lips would feel against her naked skin. She felt a clench deep inside her stomach. A craving that she needed to follow.
Diana whimpered and bucked her hips. Groaning, Diana squirmed, wishing more than anything he could put his words to action.
"Kissing and licking that sensitive spot behind your ear just the way you like it, Diana."
"Kal..." she gasped brokenly, her voice pleading, teasing her nipples as he was talking to her, picturing him doing what he was describing in her mind.
"I always want to devour you, starting with that soft little spot on your throat, where I can feel your pulse beating. And then kissing your beautiful breasts…." He could hear the soft intake of her breath.
"Mmm," she couldn't help but moan, tugging her own nipple, each one at a time.
At first she was skeptical about this and thought it was kind of wrong because she couldn't see him and so she couldn't see the appeal. But now it definitely felt so right and really good touching herself, teasing her body while listening to Clark's sexy words. She just indulged herself in the moment.
But then she thought for a moment and couldn't help but wonder about something. Especially hearing his clothes rustling over the phone and then a zipper being pulled down.
"Kal?" She called his name, wanting to ask him straightforwardly because it was driving her crazy.
"Yeah?"
"Are you... uhm..."
"Yes, Diana" he responded as if he just had read her mind. "I am touching myself, too."
"Mmmhm," she purred, imagining the picture of him stroking himself.
"Di, I love hearing your voice," he stated calmly. "Especially your moans..."
"Ooh, Kal. Please, don't stop talking," she begged him.
She definitely wanted more. More of his husky voice. More of his dirty words. She just needed more. "Mmmhm," she hummed with appreciation as she touched herself there, feeling the wetness spread all over her panties.
"I just know they are dripping wet. You're always soaking for me, aren't you, Diana?" he said and the way he purred her name in the end made her stomach clench with desire.
"Mmmm," she moaned in a response. "Yes," she confirmed breathily.
"Take them off," he said.
Diana hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her lace panties, lifting her hips and slid off the panties kicking them across the room. She went back to massaging her breasts.
"They're off...Oh Gods, Kal-El...I miss you so much," she moaned.
"I miss you too, I'll be home soon, I promise," he groaned, "Touch yourself for me; slowly move your hands down that sexy body of yours and touch yourself. Tell me what you feel."
Diana's hands slowly traveled down over her breast, sliding over her flat stomach, over her pelvic area and rested at the top of her womanhood. She took a deep breath as one hand continued its journey, "Oh, Gods...," she whispered.
"Mmmhmm," Clark said, "slide your fingers up and down," he said. "Not too fast..."
"I won't," she promised in a breathy whisper, trailing her fingers lower to glide through her wetness.
"Good, Beautiful," he breathed heavily.
Diana started sliding her fingers up and down her wetness while the fingers on the other hand spreads her lips open and using one finger to slowly draw circles around her bud, "ohhh," she gasped at the waves of pleasure flowing through her body, "I wish you were here," she moaned. "Your hands..."
"Imagine my hands on your body, my mouth on your neck while I touch you, just the way you like it."
He moaned in her ear and she quivered in anticipation, the skin beneath her fingers becoming unbelievably wetter.
"Ohh Kal," she panted.
"Do you have any idea what you're doing to me? Just listening to your beautiful voice."
"Mmmhm," she confirmed, half-moaning at him. She had an idea and not just one.
"Yess, Kal. Please don't stop talking to me," she begged, sliding her hand between her legs once again and then she continued stroking herself, imagining him.
"Does it feel good?"
"Ooh, yes," she moaned in the phone, arching her head in pleasure of her own fingers. She gasped out, breathless.
He was talking to her, describing every single detail that he would like to do to her while she was stroking herself, moaning and cursing under her breath. He wasn't going to stop until she came apart with a loud scream of his name as he was cursing under his breath.
"Tell me more," she begged, her hips twitching as she teased herself. "Please..."
Clark growled lowly. Diana whimpered in response.
"Spread those sexy legs of yours and kiss your thighs. Very slow and tender kisses, going up and down, kissing every inch of your skin. Then I'd pick up the pace, going a bit faster and rougher, biting your thigh, teasing you, grazing..."
"Making your signature markings."
"Of course."
"Oooh, Kal," she moaned his name as she was stroking herself slowly, listening intently to every word he said.
"I love it when you moan my name, Diana. Do it again," he begged, groaning in her ear.
"Kal," she repeated, biting her lower lip.
Clark's hips lifted slightly as he continued stroking himself. The sensation too good, picturing the way Diana's fingers would be touching herself.
"You let yourself open to me, and I lick the sweet trickle of your juice that is there..."
Diana let her legs fall apart, she slipped a finger along the slick warm aching flesh, little sounds of pleasure escaping her.
"I want to be doing that to you right now."
"...I want that too..." she sighed.
Diana's hand slid lower, across the clit that begged for attention. "Ohhh...I want you so bad. You make me feel so good, Kal...mm…You know exactly what I want and need.."
Clark's hand slid over his length, stroking himself as her words aroused him more.
Pleasure flooding his veins, as he listened to her breathing coming faster and faster. He pumped a little faster, his voice deeper.
Diana groaned as she followed his directions, her mind blank with want.
"Tap it with your finger, like I do with my tongue."
He groaned quietly as she gasped as her body reacted to her own touch.
"Damn, I wish I could be see you," he groaned desperately.
"You would be so much better doing this," Diana moaned as her finger continue to slowly circle her bud.
"I'll be home soon, I promise and when I get there we will not leave our bed for a month."
"Oh, how pleasing that will be."
The both laughed slightly.
Diana took a deep breath "Gods, yessss..."
Diana's fingers disappeared into the wet folds, gasping at the pleasure her body feels. The sensation caused her to arch her back as her walls clench around her fingers. She was panting.
"Go slow Di. Just like you like for me to."
"You mean...how you...like teasing..."
Sounds of bliss punctuated her words as she imagined Clark over her, his strength pounding into her. Her thighs trembled as they fell open wider.
Clark's hips rose, and flexed, as he pumped himself. He squeezed harder.
"Mmmhmm," Diana groaned, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. "Kal...you...I'm...it's hot...so...hot, Kal," she panted. Diana can feel the flames of her release begin to ignite.
"Slowly move your fingers in and out and keep massaging," Clark whispered.
"Awww," Diana said as her fingers do what Clark said, her mind has shut down but her body followed his instructions.
Diana bent her knees and planted her feet firmly into the mattress as her hips begin to grind against her fingers thrusting in and out.
Her mind conjured an image of Clark on top of her thrusting in and out of her slowly then hard and fast. It's Clark's fingers massaging her clit as he thrusts in and out. It's Clark's mouth, teeth, and tongue stimulating her nipples. It's Clark's body she's holding onto as her body prepares for her climax.
Clark could hear her moans grow louder as she continued to pleasure herself.
Diana's heart was racing and she was panting as her fingers picked up speed thrusting in and out. The finger circling her bud also pick up speed as her clit begins to swell. The flames are growing in the pit of her stomach; her toes begin to curl. Her hips join the rhythm of her fingers as her body tenses in anticipation of her climax.
"Clark, Beloved, I love you, I-," Diana shouted out. "Ohh Darling," she said.
Clark's body tightened as he listened to her moans her breathing coming in gasps as she neared her peak. He ran his hands around the head of his length, twitching in his hand as Diana groaned, his mind putting her body where it needed to be.
"Diana."
Diana's breath caught as the wave of her release hit her. Her hips lifted higher off the bed as she exploded around her fingers. Her finger circles her bud quickly as wave after wave of pleasure rocked her body, she screamed out his name, "CLARK." Then her body collapsed back onto the bed. Heart racing, breathing hard, Diana's mind slowly came back.
Clark's eyes shut tightly, his legs tensing as he pulled roughly on himself, his hand moving rapidly.
"Di!" He groaned her name, as his hand tightened around his length.
His seed exploded from his member, his mind unfocused as he slowly stroked himself milking the last few moments of bliss from his body.
"Kal..."
"Yeah, Di," he whispered wishing he was there to welcome her back to earth. He listened to her breathing as her body shivered. "Welcome back."
"Thank you," she smiled; her eyes still shut enjoying her post-orgasmic bliss.
Clark's voice was rough, his breath slowing back to normal.
"Do you remember that day in the fortress when you had the lasso tied around you?"
Diana's breath caught as her mind flashed the images from that afternoon. She grinned and did as he asked.
"Get the lasso."
She nodded as as if he could see her. She couldn't help but smile as she reached over and grabbed it, holding it in her hand.
One may think of the Lasso of Truth, of course. But no, this is a different one. A very special one...only for the pleasured use of Diana and Kal-El. The Lasso of Desire. A gift from the God of Love and Desire, Eros, himself.
"I have it."
"Wrap it around yourself."
Diana wrapped the lasso around her midsection, thighs and over her womanhood. She groaned at the sudden contact, her entire body waiting for his next command, not moving until he told her to.
Clark grinned ready again.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
Her voice was a little high pitched than normal, and he chuckled.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, Love."
Diana took another deep breath, her body vibrating like a tuning fork as she moved to lie on her back. She shivered from time to time, her body coming down from her high slowly.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes."
"Be careful being that you are very sensitive."
"You would know..."
He chuckled again and listened as she started following his instructions, her sighs telling him how good the lasso felt against her over sensitized body. Her breath caught and her hand found its way to her breast. He spoke up only when he thought she needed him, he wanted to hear every word, every sound she made as she worked herself off again.
Every little movement she made, the lasso automatically brushed against her sensitive area causing small pleasurable shocks.
Clark's body tightened as he listened to her moans and her whispering his name.
He ran his hand down his manhood quickly, but never touching it more than slightly, wanting to hold off as long as he could. With the gentle touching, his eyes closed seeing nothing but her body snuggled up against him, her raven black curls on his chest.
Diana pushed her fingers inside her opening and curled them up to press against that bundle of nerves on the front of her walls. She moaned and arched her back and she could hear Clark's breath coming more ragged now just as hers.
"Together, Di."
That was all she needed to reach the edge and the orgasm hit her in waves, her muscles clenching hard around her fingers, and she moaned and gasped his name. She heard him grunt and his breath stopped for a moment before he gave a loud groan and a shuddering exhale that she knew meant he was coming, too.
They were quiet for a few minutes, catching their breath, before Diana said, "that was quite surprising, fun and sexy, Mr. Kent."
"Definitely, Ms. Prince. We're going to have to do that again sometime."
"Makes long distant days or weeks away slightly tolerable. But only slightly because I'm still missing you and your touch."
He laughed, and the sound sent another surge of pleasure through her. That sexy voice of his was spoiling her.
"I know, Di but that sounds like a plan."
Diana unwrapped the lasso from her body and they talked for a while longer.
"I'll call you again tomorrow night, same time?"
"Oh yes," she answered, her voice smooth and honeyed from pleasure. "I'll be counting the hours."
"Okay, beautiful. I'm going to let you rest now. Goodnight. Have sexy hot wet dreams."
Diana's eyes popped open at that.
"Kal!" she sputtered as she heard him laughing.
"I had to say it. But really...goodnight, Diana. I love you."
"I love you, too," she said with a grin, shaking her head.
Her smile faded slightly as she hung up, biting her lip as she tried not to think about how much she missed him.
Her phone pinged with a text message, pulling her out of her thoughts. She checked the screen and saw a message from Clark.
Can't wait to get home to you...
I love you.
Diana giggled softly, turning her face back into her pillow as she grinned wider than before.
Can't wait to welcome you home...
I love you too.
She put her phone back on the nightstand and laid back, closing her eyes and easily drifting into a comfortable sleep.
The next day...Hall of Justice
Diana couldn't stop grinning and a hot flush spread upon her cheeks that made her bite her lip. She and Clark had been texting...sexting...all day as much as they could. They were taking a pause with Clark doing his interview with the program director and she having a meeting at the Embassy. She kept thinking about her late night phone call with him. She loved every single experience she was having with him. Even if at times they were both might have been timid and seemed awkward, they made each other so comfortable to explore things they never thought to.
"Well Mrs. Kent or is it El? El Kent? Anyway, you seem more chipper than usual," Dinah teased walking into the training room with Mera, Shayera, Vixen and Zatanna.
"Oh, I can't wait til Clark pops the question!"
"Hello, Ladies," Diana said still not able to stop smiling and blushed more. "Marriage has been discussed but I don't think it will be anytime soon with us being so busy."
"It's honestly like they are already married," Zatanna said then gasped. "Did you two elope?"
Diana laughed. "No, no..."
"Come on, Princess! What did you do?" Vixen asked.
"Kal and I had a very interesting late night phone call."
"Aww! How sweet!" Mera gushed, "What did he say?"
"Oh my God! You two had phone sex!" Shayera said out loud.
"Shayera!" Diana gasped. "Please keep it down."
The girls squealed. "It's true!"
Diana nodded slightly, blushing even more. "Yes, but please-"
"Oh, no, nah uh, Princess. Don't go trying to turn innocent on us."
"Tell us details! Who initiated it?!"
"He did."
"Oh, so the innocent farm boy isn't so innocent."
"The sound of his voice, the things he said...It was all a surprise but quite pleasant and soothing. He was describing everything in such detail. He's such a charming romantic. We are suppose to have another call later tonight."
The girls squealed.
Diana shook her head and laughed. "You all are something else."
"We are just very happy for our friends! You and Clark have been through so much together before even getting together. You deserve happiness."
"Unbelievably amazing sex and happiness is what a Princess deserves."
"Clark isn't called Superman for nothing. He's accomplished all and more, right, Diana?"
"You are absolutely, right, Shayera," Diana smiled proudly.
Suddenly the emergency alarm went off.
BREAKING: Multiple Jewelry Store Robberies By Villainy Inc!
Mera pondered for a moment. "It's way more than jewelry they're looking for."
"Girls' time just got a whole lot interesting. Happy hour at Kito's Lounge afterwards," Vixen said.
They all agreed and hurried out.
Hours later...
Diana came home and stripped of all her clothes getting to the shower.
She sighed and got in, closing the glass door behind her. She began to hum softly as she picked up her bottle of shampoo and started to wash her hair, massaging it slowly and letting the water wash it down her body. She rinsed out all the shampoo the got the wash cloth and began to wash herself still humming to a sexy tune that of course reminded her of Clark in her head.
She reveled in the feeling of the flow of water that seemed to caress her as it flowed upon her body. It's something about warm shower water hitting her naked body in multiple places at once that felt so wonderful. It's kind of like a massage. All of those fast moving water droplets hitting all at once could kind of feel like tons of wet little fingers hitting against and relaxing her body. It's almost like a warm hug that surrounded her for a long period of time.
Gods how much she needed his touch.
The way he had said those things to her turned her on and she almost involuntarily started to imagine him being in the shower with her, admiring her body with his piercing ocean blue eyes. She visualized him kissing her passionately while his hands gently stroked over her bare skin, pulling her closer so she could feel his erection. Completely lost in her fantasy she let her own hands find their way to her core and gently rubbed it, imagining it would be him who was giving her the pleasure, letting his tongue circle around her soft spot. She moaned, bringing herself to the edge.
After a few moments she rinse her body, turned off the shower and opened the door, stepping out, wrapping herself into her bathrobe.
As she was walking out of the bathroom, she heard her phone ringing. She picked it up and smiled seeing it was Clark.
"Beloved, you are quite early yet right on time. I just got out the shower."
"Definitely perfect timing. Interview wrapped early."
"But you have another right?"
"Oh..uhh...yeah...but I have plenty of time to talk to my gorgeous Goddess."
Diana smiled. "Oh, Kal, you never turn off the charm."
"Nope not at all. Not with you. When I get home I'm going to charm you all night."
"I couldn't stop thinking about you in the shower."
"You're only in your robe, right?"
"Yes..."
"Laying down?"
"Uh huh..."
"Untie your robe."
"Kal...what about your other meeting? What time will it be?"
"Di, don't worry. I have plenty...plenty of time. So... I want you to close your eyes now and focus on my voice just like last night."
Diana placed her phone on speaker and set it beside her ear on the pillow. She then closed her eyes again, imagining him there. She could only see him clearly in her mind, and hear his deep husky voice. Her mind has completely shut down while her fingers and hands take over.
"Yes," she groaned as she kneaded her breasts in her hands and pinched the nipples until they stood out.
She began to make her way towards her clit. Her fingers now on the moist warmth.
As she stroked herself, she imagined Clark doing this, of course her fingers still couldn't compare to his.
Clark's voice was low, soft and rough. She moaned loudly as she followed his directions.
"Moan for me again."
She obliged him, his answering groan pouring through her body, making her lose control of her muscles. Her hips bucked and she writhed on the sheets.
"Darling, I really want you home..."
"Yeah?"
"Yesss," she answered with little gasps of pleasure. "Kal...Kal..." Her breath came in more forceful little gasps. "Beloved...are you still there?" she asked.
"No, I'm right here," he said from the door way of their bedroom.
Diana gasped and her head snapped to the sound of her lover's voice in the doorway of their bedroom. She turned red from surprised embarrassment, wondering how long he's been standing there watching her pleasure herself.
Clark smiled at her, "don't stop, Di. I want to watch you."
She smiled at him no longer embarrassed.
"Your home early. Why didn't you tell me?"
"I wanted to surprise you. I wanted to see you just like this."
Clark could feel his mouth water as he drank in the sight of Diana fully naked. Not wasting any time, he quickly undressed.
Diana was enjoying the show he was giving. Once he had removed the last piece of clothing, she admired the godly view standing in front of her.
Gods, how she needed him.
"Like what you see?" He teased as he watched as she licked her lips as she took in the sight of him.
"Get over here."
The desire in her voice went straight to his already hard member.
"Yes Ma'am."
He made his way over and joined her on the bed, sitting back on his heels, with his usual smirk on his face.
His eyes raked over her full breasts, her nipples standing at attention. He watched the lust dance in her eyes as she felt his fingers crawl up her leg, resting on the curve of her knee and giving it a teasing stoke. She loved his fingers, so coarse, so rough, years of hardships, of successes, battles won, battles lost; independence and the flow of history were etched for her to feel and see on her own body. Those fingers were now moving, ghosting across the thighs in a zigzag motion, the sensation almost painful. Laughing was heard quite easily over the sounds of tiny pants and breathless moans that he loved, worshiped and adored, he told her that many times in sex and in life.
One hand possessively splashed against her stomach and left hip that pinned her to the bed, to keep her from writhing and arching on instinct. It was torture, pure torture, hearing his voice whisper sweet and dirty little nothings into her ear, it was even more torturous to feel those rough and calloused fingers gently strike her inner lips and than massage them, always keeping a slow pace.
"Beautiful," she heard him whisper into ear, letting his non-occupied fingers curve up her naked body, nimbly playing with her taut nipples, gently pinching them.
He leaned down and kissed her, once, quaintly, twice, gently, and thrice, sucking the life force from her very being. She closed her eyes and let out a moan. Their tongues danced, whatever she was going to say left her train of thought. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him in closer, loving the feel and taste of him all around her. She incoherently murmured against his lips as their bodies grinded tightly together.
He bit her lip and sucked on her tongue.
Then he broke away, moist, heated lips traipsed down her neck, scraping with his teeth. She closed her eyes close and her body respond to his touches, as her head moved to the side to give him better access. He sucked a nice love mark there before he continued his journey down to her breast. She let out a gasp in pleasure as she felt him close his mouth around one of her nipples, and slowly started to suck on it, before repeating the action with the other.
"Kal," she moaned, holding his head to your bosom. "Yess..."
Every touch, lick and kiss set every nerve in her body on fire. His hands, lips and teeth touching her, massaging one breast while sucking on the nipple of the other, making her start writhing underneath him.
She felt his mouth leave her breast as he looked up to her and groaned at the loss but whimpered as he worshipped her body from head to toe; he always did know how to make her feel loved and cherished. Her body tingled at the sensations.
Her breath hitched as she felt him ease a finger into her sex, slowly moving it in and out, while his thumb stroked her clit. Diana closed her eyes again , enjoying the pleasure she was receiving. Her hips rose slightly off the bed and she let out a moan as he entered a second finger with the first, filling her more, enjoying the sensation of them moving in and out of her at a steady pace and sending her senses into overdrive.
Diana had kept a rhythm in her head and repeated it before breaking down and unable to keep a proper train of thought. Clark reached up with one hand to knead her breasts.
"Oh by the Gods!" she cried out, her hands clutching the sheets. "Kal!"
A small moan escaped Clark's throat at the sound of his name.
The double stimulation had brought her to a harder orgasm and she wanted to feel it, feel everything from his fingers. She was already so close. In desperation and between moans and purrs, she begged him to bring her there and set her free.
Their eyes connected, and he could feel the sexual pain emanating from her.
Clark never broke eye contact as his head dipped down, his mouth directly over her throbbing core where his fingers continued their assault. He nuzzled the top of her sex and gave it a light kiss, then licked her outer lips with the tip of his tongue, just barely brushing her sensitive skin there. The hand on her abdomen crept down and with his finger spread her lips, revealing her swollen clit.
His breath fanned across the nub, making her flinch and squirm. So close. She could already feel her walls fluttering around his fingers. All she needed was-
"AHHHH!" her screech filled the entire room at the first press of Clark's warm tongue to her clit.
Immediately her thighs clamped down around his head as she threw her head back, tearing her gaze away from his. Clark buried his face into her core, his tongue lapping at her clit.
Shamelessly, Diana ground herself onto his fingers and tongue, her own fingers gripping her lover's soft hair. Each swipe of his tongue and thrust of his fingers added to the ball of hot carnal pleasure that had been building in her lower abdomen. All it took was Clark crooking his fingers and hitting that special spot within her core to send her spiraling over the edge. The ball of pleasure exploded, sending wave after wave of pure ecstasy through every nerve in her body. Her climax had her back arching off the bed, a wail escaping her lips with only his name.
"Kal..."
She let out a moan at the loss of his fingers leaving her body but he continued to gently coax her through her orgasm with his tongue, licking away the liquid evidence.
When her back returned to the mattress, Diana's thighs fell open, and her fingers released their death grip on his hair, freeing Clark from her climaxing clasp.
Clark smirked and moved back up, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss, their tongues swirled around.
With bated breath, Diana broke the kiss. Diana pushed him to raise up and she too rose. Clark once again sitting on his heels, Diana's wet tongue began to sensually slope down his neck to his thick chest.
"You made me feel so good, and I want to make you feel good too. Also, properly welcome you home."
"Di..." he groaned as she kissed his gorgeous chest.
She tasted his skin and smelling his cologne.
"Mmhmmhmm," she cooed, reaching down, stroking him.
The feel of his manhood always turned her on, especially when he would get so turned on that thick veins strained under the skin… like now. She wrapped her hand firmly around his base and then slowly licked his tip, tasting his fluid. She stroked Clark, kissing his head. Clark's fingers slither into her hair, silently begging her to take him into her mouth. Without hesitation, she did and Clark had to look down, take in the sight of her full lips wrapped tightly around him. He shuddered as she licked down the length of him. She took her time, sucking and kissing as her hands worked magic on his throbbing member. Just the view made his hips pump toward her mouth, and made him feel lightheaded. She took him in as deeply as he could go and sucked lightly, her tongue dragging along on the underside of him. She was rewarded with a load moan.
"Diana, you are incredible."
Each time, she increased the pressure, and added her tongue outlining the large vein underside of his length.
"Damn...," he rasped, barely able to breathe.
His hands were firmly on your head as his hips pumped in unison with her bobbing.
He closed his eyes as his head went back. The tension within him building more rapidly.
"Diana..."
She pulled him out of her mouth but continued to run her hand along his slick shaft. She looked up at him and couldn't help but feel a spark of pride.
Clark pulled her up towards him and kissed her hard and deep before turning her around and bending her over.
He knelt down, kissing each of her round ass cheeks before parting them, running his tongue down to her dripping centre.
Diana gasped laying her face down on her pillow.
"Gods," she whimpered, bucking her ass back to Clark's face.
"So sweet," Clark whispered against her wetness.
"Please...!" She whimpered, turning your head back to him.
He looked to his right, to the full length mirror, seeing fire glistening in her eyes, and without thinking a second longer, his hands rubbed from the nape of her neck, her shoulders, back, and sides to her ass. Diana practically melted into a puddle onto the bed with a soft mewl.
"Kal…"
On the next long strokes across her skin, she sighed out his name continuously, and he pressed his hips forward to rub his length against her ass.
His hands stayed gentle, all of their nerves had settled into pure relaxation with a thread of arousal thrumming through it. Clark leaned over her and kissed her shoulder, trailing his lips up to her neck, and then her ear.
"Ready?" he whispered.
Diana nodded with a quiet agreement, and his right hand left her hip. He stroked himself before letting the tip gently probe down her ass to the wetness at her entrance.
"Umph," she grunted, as Clark gave three short pumps against her before slowly, very slowly, pushing soundly into her.
"Kal," she hissed, her head falling back.
He could feel her walls clenching around him already as he slid in piece by piece. As he pushed into her, he fought the urge to push in hard, instead continuing to inch in.
Small rumbling noise from his chest vibrated through Diana's back. She focused on that over the feeling of being filled and stretched far more than what his fingers did to her. She screamed. The initial full, long stroke always caused a pleasured pain, but she quickly recovered, Clark fitting her like a glove.
They both groaned at the feeling of him being fully seated inside her. Clark kept his hips still and slowly, his right arm slid beneath her torso and he rubbed her stomach. His other hand ran up and down her sides, and he stayed bent over her with his lips brushing against her neck.
Diana let out a slow breath and then pushed her hips back, rocking into him. Clark grunted, and his left hand stilled on her hip with a tight grip. His length was throbbing against her walls, angling his hips to drive her crazy. Diana was attempting to push back against him again, mewling and moaning, begging him for more. Clark took the hint and pulled out slowly, his thrust back in was a bit sharper and had shot a burst of pleasure through her that she'd had hoped for, but not fully anticipated. Unable to coherently form words at the moment, Diana whimpered and her legs spread and arched her back a little more so her ass would push up in the air. She seemed to be speaking a language Clark understood, because he made another near-growling noise and started a pace of shallow but quick thrusts.
Then the hand that he had beneath her worked its way down, and his fingers rubbed against her clit. Diana went from biting her lip to crying out and actively trying to push back to meet his thrust. That led to a couple of uncoordinated motions before their movements clicked, and Diana pushed her ass back just as he drove his length in. He groaned, and she let out a moan that would have been embarrassingly loud if she hadn't been too far gone with pleasure to notice.
"You're so perfect, so beautiful..."
Diana whimpered at the praise as Clark's thrusts got harder. Clark's fingers didn't let up on her clit either, and she could already feel warm pleasure radiating through her. Her screams were filling the air now. He dug his fingers into her hip, shoving in and out.
"Oh, oh, o-!" she screamed, her body shaking with the force of her pleasure, meeting him thrust for thrust.
Diana's hands grabbed fistfuls of sheets as she continued to back into his thrusts, milking him with each stroke. She wanted more and harder, and she may have been panting—begging—for that.
"Kal, plea-"
She was cut off by Clark's chest pressing down into her back, pinning her to the bed so she couldn't do anything but take it as he worked her like the position demanded. She could feel herself on the edge of her orgasm, just a little bit more to tip her over. She cried out his name, begging him to give her what she needed. He responded by biting her neck, and Diana came so hard, her vision blacked out. The thought that he marked her, that he wanted anyone who saw to know she was taken, carried her even higher. He didn't even slow down, just kept thrusting through it as sh writhed and moaned beneath him from her orgasm.
"Oh- Oh Gods! Yes!"
When he finally slowed down to a stop, Diana couldn't feel anything but bliss. His tongue lapped over the mark he'd left where her shoulder and neck met, and she hummed softly. He grabbed her hand in his and he guided her hand back down between her legs so her fingers could press against her sensitive clit.
They weren't done yet. Diana heard him huff out a chuckle before he pulled out and slid back in. He went much deeper this time, and Diana couldn't hold back a moan or stop herself from rubbing over her slick flesh. She had actually felt his movement beneath her fingers, and she felt it again, her body stretching to fit him as he repeated the action. Both his hands were tight on her hips, and she could hear his unsteady breathing as he tried to go slow.
"Kal..."
"Just like that, Di," he replied in a low voice.
Then he yanked her hips back as he buried himself back inside her, and Diana yelped with the shock of how damn good that felt. He didn't wait this time to give her a chance to adjust before he slammed in again, going so deep. She made a noise that could only be described as wanton and let him manhandle her body as he thrust hard.
His hands controlled her hips, and took everything he gave to her. Diana almost sobbed with how good it felt, having him buried so deep inside of her with every hard thrust.
"Kal! Kal!"
"Louder...say...my name...louder!" he growled behind her.
Se cried out his name, turning it into an endless chant. He groaned and went even faster, and Diana was a shaking mess. It was quite overwhelming for her having her umpteenth orgasm building. She pressed her finger hard against her clit. Clark's groan had turned into a long series of moans, like he just couldn't hold back the desperate sounds, and that made her clench even tighter around him. She only needed a little bit more, but he was probably getting close. His thrusts lost their rhythm and turned jerky, but one of them hit a spot inside of her that made her scream as her orgasm unexpectedly ripped through her.
Clark kept thrusting through both their orgasms, until Diana was whimpering with shocks of pleasure-pain every time he moved. He finally pulled out and let go of her then, and she slumped against the bed. Clark chuckled and slapped her ass making her yelp and slightly jump in surprise.
"I'm not done with you, Ms. Prince..." He turned over to lay on her back. "I will never tire of the sight of you like this."
Her body hummed with excitement as he leaned down, his body return flushed against hers with his lips capturing hers in a passionate kiss before she could say anything. She moaned into his mouth, when she felt his sex rub against her sex sending pleasure through her. Wrapping her arms around his back, she held him close, lightly digging her nails into his back, causing him to let out a groan. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and breaking their kiss, she looked into his eyes, and saw not only desire but also passionate unadulterated love. She felt him slowly enter her, her muscles relaxing as her body readily accepted him.
"Damn Diana," he murmured against her neck, once he was fully inside her.
She placed a kiss to his temple, loving the feel of him surrounding her. It made them both feel complete as if a piece of their souls had been missing.
"Yes, Love," she whispered into his ear.
Diana let out a moan as she felt him start to move, keeping his thrusts at slow and steady pace. Her body was an open book to him, she relished in every caress and kiss, he bestowed upon her, each igniting a fire. Nothing needed to be said, they were in tune with each other, mind body and soul.
Her breathing hitched as his thrusts became faster and deeper. Her hips met in time with his thrusts. The feeling sent new shockwaves of pleasure through every cell in her body. Their eyes locked, everything round about them vanished except for the sound of their breathing, and their erratic heartbeats. She felt the coiling sensation in her lower abdomen; she felt her muscles tighten as her second orgasm shoots through her. His lips met hers in a hungry kiss, swallowing her cries of pleasure.
Diana broke the kiss as she pushed him over onto his back, smiling down at him with mischief dancing in her eyes.
"Now this view...of having you on top...breathtaking," he murmured, his hands tracing patterns on her skin that only he understands.
She smirked. "Is it just the view or me taking lead?"
"Yeah," he said on a sigh as she bends down to kiss him, her hair falling around them like a curtain.
She giggled and relishing the feel of him around her, inside her. His hands caress her skin as she began to move. She sets a languid pace, not too slow, not too fast. She could feel that delicious pressure building up, filling her almost to the brim and she had to concentrate to keep it at bay. She wanted to enjoy this moment as long as she could.
"Oh, Gods. You feel so good." She twisted her hips and rocked herself on top of him.
"Do that again," Clark commanded through gritted teeth.
And so she did, corkscrewing her tight box around his shaft. She lifted her hips, teased his tip and then slammed back down, before grinding back and forth, drawing out the pleasure she was feeling.
Clark began to push up into her, moving faster now, pushing her closer to the edge. She watched him, sees the pleasure suffuse his features.
"That's it, gorgeous," Clark encouraged her, the deep rasp of his voice sending another shiver through her.
Then Diana lifted herself again almost all the way off him and sat back down, and all conscious thought skittered away. There wasn't much force behind the motion, she was mostly just letting gravity do the work for her, but the friction was incredible. Diana repeated the action again, a little bit harder coming down. Clark grunted and his hands flexed again, but he didn't move. Diana managed to start up a rhythm at the angle she wanted, and her head tipped back with the pleasure as she rode her beloved. Clark's low groans assured her he was enjoying it too. He loved when Diana took her pleasure from him; having her on top was always an extra-special treat.
His big hands lifted her, almost all the way off him, before yanking her back down. She gasped again, clawing her hands in his chest hard enough to leave marks. He gave another low growl, and she tried to to unclench her fists, but he kept guiding her hips like he didn't care. Diana could feel her orgasm building and each of her exhales were breathy moans.
"Touch yourself," Clark demanded in a rough voice.
With his order in mind, she managed to let go of his chest with one hand and shakily move it to where they were joined. His hands had stopped moving her, but he rocked up into her even as she stayed still. Diana brushed her fingers over where her entrance was stretched wide to accommodate his thick length, and he made that deep growling noise again. She shivered and clenched around him at the sound, and he rolled his hips a little sharper. Diana trailed her fingers up a little higher and rubbed over her clit while he watched. His eyes were red with pleasure. He lifted her up, and she prepared for the satisfaction of being yanked back down onto his length, but she didn't expect him to drive his hips up at the same time.
"Ah! KAL!" she screamed, the curse getting lost in the haze of her quickly approaching orgasm.
Clark raised her up. "Say it."
Diana opened her mouth, but all that came out was a moan loud enough to border on a scream when he slammed her down again with a simultaneous upwards snap of his hips. The twin motions drove him deep into her and she could hardly think past how goddamn good it felt.
"Di… " he groaned.
"Gods—" she swallowed past her dry throat. "Oh!"
Clark drove up into Diana even harder, until she was so close to the edge, she could barely hold on.
"Take all of me..." she managed to plead with him. "Kal, ta—"
The room spun around her and her back hit the mattress. Clark's weight pressed down on top of her as he pistoned his hips and hit that sweet spot inside of her with every thrust. Diana's vision once again blacked out and he pounded through her orgasm.
"Diana," he mumbled raising her legs and draping them over his shoulders.
Diana couldn't form words at that point. Clark's thrusts didn't have much of a rhythm anymore, but he kept pushing into her like he just couldn't help himself.
Diana became unglued as he pounded into her, her body arching to pull him into her deeper. Her eyes rolled up into her head. She could feel Clark damn near tapping into her stomach and she felt weak in the knees and overheated.
"Clark!" she yelled, bucking hard against him.
Clark moved with pistonlike precision in and out of you until he felt he would rip from his skin.
"Ahhh damn," he groaned.
He felt her body tighten. Her legs trembled as her body shattered.
"Kal!"
With a cry of his name, her body arched as she felt an intense wave of pleasure shoot through her body, exploding, overpowering her. Her walls collapsing, grabbing at him and he lost all rational thought, her body where he was the only thing that existed for a time.
Diana tried to keep her eyes open, the better to watch Clark as he tumbles over the edge right behind her. His face is blissed out. After a few more thrusts, he came undone, her name leaving his lips before his breathing stopped all together, and he flooded her body with his essence, filling her completely.
Diana's legs fell from his shoulders, back to his sides. She welcomed his kiss as he leaned down to her. She held him close through the aftershocks running her fingers through his hair.
Clark broke their kiss and hissed as he slowly pulled out from her body, causing Diana to let out a moan at the loss. Clark lifted the covers and helped Diana settle under them, joining her and pulling her close as he drops a kiss into her thoroughly mussed hair. It's quiet in the room for a few minutes, the only sounds their labored breathing.
Once they managed to get their breathing back to normal, Clark looked towards her and could not help but smile in response to her own. They adjusted a bit, laying on their sides. Clark had his arms wrapped firmly around her. His lips brushed over one of the many marks his teeth had made, but it sent out both small sparks of pain and pleasure. Diana liked having his mark on her more than she probably should. He licked it gently and placed a light kiss to the side of her neck. Diana let out a contented sigh, her hands caressing his back.
"So our first experience of phone sex was an obvious success?" He asked with a hint of smugness in his voice.
"Yes, it was..." She told him, grinning and then pushed up on her elbow. "Thrilling. I told you, your voice alone is quite arousing and there's nothing wrong with self pleasure."
"But?"
"But it's your gifted hands... your touch...I crave the most. You know what and how to do things I never even knew that would please me. I trust you more than anyone else I know. You give me such comfort with the things we do. Learning and growing together."
"Well that's part of my job. Knowing everything about my Goddess to keep that beautiful sexy smile of yours. You know me just as well, Di. That's what makes us, us." He slipped a hand over her cheek to tangle in her hair as he leaned over placing a gentle kiss on her lips before pulling back. "I love you."
Diana kissed him equally as gently, muttering her own endearments into his lips. "I love you, too."