She knew about physical intimacy, but this was so different. Being with someone you cared for made it so. Diana tasted Steve's mouth, her hands combing through his hair and weaving down his chest again.
Of course she could feel what was happening in his trousers. She didn't pull away from it, but she didn't bring attention to it, either. If it was making Steve uncomfortable, surely he would say so.
As long as she didn't try to touch any lower, he'd be fine. He could stand the mild discomfort for the sake of having her close to him, and he happily continued with the kissing, only breaking away so he could take a decent breath, nuzzling gently against the curve of her neck as he cleared his throat.
She'd already seen it when she stumbled upon him naked. And as they were now, she was aware of how that part of him would fit so well between her legs. Diana's hand hesitated. Steve was always very clear on his boundaries. If he didn't want this, he would surely say so.
"No," he rushed to answer, catching her hand and pressing to his chest. "No, that's not it. I just..."
He let out a shuddered sigh, licking his lips, and offering her a smile when he looked at her again. "I don't want you to feel like... we have to do anything. Anything more, that is. I'm-- alright with just sleeping together."
"Steve." She smiled, squeezing his hand gently in her own. "I would desire physical intimacy with you no matter what. Tonight, tomorrow, whenever you wish it."
Diana made sure they were eye-to-eye as she went on. "Or if you do not, I'll be all right."
Steve let out a breath at that, relieved. The answer was all he could want to hear, and he leaned in for another kiss, slow and passionate, as he released her hand and rested his own on her hip.
"I want it," he assured her, murmuring against her lips as he stole kiss after kiss. His hand slipped lower, mapping a tentative path down to her thigh. "I want it tonight. I don't want to wait."
Not when neither of them could know if there would even be a 'tomorrow'.
There was always the risk of losing life, but Diana didn't want to think of Steve as a possible loss. Certainly not tonight when he felt alive and warm in her arms.
She was more bold in her touch than he, sliding her fingers under his shirt to feel his bare back and caress around to his stomach.
Steve shivered from heat to toe at her touch, but didn't utter a word of complaint. His fingers squeezed her leg, and he pulled it up slightly, trying to drape it over his side to coax her closer to him.
He was already aroused, the bulge in his trousers impossible to ignore, and he wanted just a bit of friction to ease that ache that had built, the ache that was only fueled by her hand roaming across his stomach and back.
Her breath caught in her lungs. She slid her leg over, pulling them flush against each other. She only read about this before, but she knew how they could fit together. Their mouths already fit together so well.
Her hands continued to move to pull his shirt off. She wanted to feel his body bared against her.
He broke the kiss, albeit reluctantly, just so he could help her get rid of his shirt. She'd already seen him naked and there were no new marks or scars to the ones he'd already had then, and he reached behind her eagerly to undo the leather laces keeping her armor in place, wanting just as badly to feel her body pressed against his own.
For an Amazon to remove her armor, especially in a time of battle, was nearly unthinkable. Yet Diana helped Steve with the laces and straps that held the pieces together. Bit by bit they clattered to the floor until she was fully exposed to him.
A bit of her arousal was showing in her perked nipples and more still was wet between her legs. Diana waited with her hands on his shoulders for him to study her as she once studied him.
Steve was really glad she didn't mind parting with her armor right now. He wanted to see her bare body, wanted to feel her pressed close to him with nothing between them, and the armor would've just felt awkward to him.
He sucked in a slow breath as he coaxed her to lie back on the bed, his eyes roaming her figure. His hand followed the same path, tracing the curve of a breast, drawing along her waist and hip, fingers slipping between her thighs as he leaned down to kiss her.
She felt at ease under his gaze, her body hot despite the loss of clothing. When she did tremble, it was only from the way his touch felt on her bare skin. Diana's body reacted at once to the touch of his fingers between her legs.
"As are you," she returned, her own hands sliding along his chest to his hips. She worked on undoing his trousers so he could be just as bare.
Those trousers were coming off as quickly as he could possibly manage right now. As soon as she undid the first button, he reached down to help her along. It took a little while of shifting around and wiggling, but finally he was relieved to shove the rest of his clothes off and out of the way.
His hand moved back to Diana's waist, tracing a path up to her shoulder, slowly back down to cup one of her breasts.
"Steve." His name was a soft gasp on her lips. Her hands took advantage of the reveal of his skin, feeling his thighs and buttocks and touching between his legs. She imagined his stiff member going inside her and gasped again.
Diana slowly ran her hand up the length of him. "Above average?" she teased.
A shudder ran through him, and he let out a soft groan, his fingers curling tighter than intended and groping her breast more so than gently cupping it.
Then his gaze flickered up at the question, meeting her eyes with a faint fluster on his face. "Ah... yes," he bit on his lower lip, smiling sheepishly. "It's not... I mean-- what do you think?"
About him, or this, or... anything, really. He just wanted to know what was going through her mind.
Steve smiled at her. She didn't seem disappointed by it at least, although admittedly she had no way to draw a comparison. Still, the answer was more than enough for him, and he was sure that he could manage to make her feel good.
Leaning in, he kissed her deeply again. His fingers caught her nipple again, thumb flicking over the tip and pinching lightly, while he shifted so he could slide his other hand lower down her front, slipping his fingers between her thighs and coaxing her to part her legs wider for him.
Just the way she spread her legs was enough of an invitation to him. He shuddered as his hand moved farther up, until his fingertips were gently brushing along her folds, pressing into her heat. She was wet already, and his fingers were slick as soon as he started stroking and rubbing against her.
He leaned in to kiss along her jaw and down her neck all the while, his hips shifting eagerly to encourage the strokes of her hand.
She gasped again, her body arching to be closer to his. His fingers felt so good inside her. Diana craned her neck in an offering. She tried to keep her hamd at a steady pace as she stroke him.
Slowly she hiked up her leg so her heel was resting on his leg. It made her more open, offering more.
God, she was so slick, her muscles hot and clenching around his fingers. He spread them inside her, stretching her loose for him, already shuddering impatiently at the thought of having something else replacing his fingers inside her.
With her leg curled around him, he shifted them on the bed, so she was lying on her back and he was hovering above her. His weight propped on one elbow next to her head, he tipped his own head down to kiss her, then he pulled his fingers out of her slowly, his hips lowering until he was pressing the head of his cock against her opening instead.
"Are you... ready?" It sounded like such a weird way to phrase it. He just wanted to be sure she could handle what would come next, if she was as eager for it as he was.
Diana wet her lips, her body trembling with every stroke of his fingers. She could feel the way they were stretching her to prepare for the length that she was touching. Her hand moved slowly up and down to get a last feel of it.
She felt his head touch against her but not quite push inside. "Yes," she answered in a breath. Diana touched his cheek and hooked her other leg around him. It would be an easy thing to guide him inside her, but she would let him do that.
He nodded slowly, tilting his head so he felt her hand brush across his cheek. The first push was slow, maybe even too slow, but he wanted to be careful, and he didn't want to hurt her. She probably could handle much more than he might expect, but still.
Inch by inch, he sank into her, burying only halfway before he was pulling back again, then pushing back in. Slow, shallow thrusts, as he tried to adjust to the tightness of her, his heart racing wildly as he panted hard and hot at how wonderful she felt. It was almost painful to resist the urge to move faster, or to bury deeper in one go.
She tried not to tremble, but it was difficult with how it felt as he pushed deeper inside her. Diana's hand slid from his cheek into his hair, her legs tightening around his hips and pulling him even closer to her.
"Steve, you feel..." Diana couldn't find the right word. She was being stretched but it didn't feel painful. "You feel... good." It wasn't enough, but he wanted to assure him she was enjoying it, and wanted more.
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Of course she could feel what was happening in his trousers. She didn't pull away from it, but she didn't bring attention to it, either. If it was making Steve uncomfortable, surely he would say so.
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Still, she worried. "Is this too much?"
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He let out a shuddered sigh, licking his lips, and offering her a smile when he looked at her again. "I don't want you to feel like... we have to do anything. Anything more, that is. I'm-- alright with just sleeping together."
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Diana made sure they were eye-to-eye as she went on. "Or if you do not, I'll be all right."
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"I want it," he assured her, murmuring against her lips as he stole kiss after kiss. His hand slipped lower, mapping a tentative path down to her thigh. "I want it tonight. I don't want to wait."
Not when neither of them could know if there would even be a 'tomorrow'.
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She was more bold in her touch than he, sliding her fingers under his shirt to feel his bare back and caress around to his stomach.
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He was already aroused, the bulge in his trousers impossible to ignore, and he wanted just a bit of friction to ease that ache that had built, the ache that was only fueled by her hand roaming across his stomach and back.
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Her hands continued to move to pull his shirt off. She wanted to feel his body bared against her.
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A bit of her arousal was showing in her perked nipples and more still was wet between her legs. Diana waited with her hands on his shoulders for him to study her as she once studied him.
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He sucked in a slow breath as he coaxed her to lie back on the bed, his eyes roaming her figure. His hand followed the same path, tracing the curve of a breast, drawing along her waist and hip, fingers slipping between her thighs as he leaned down to kiss her.
"You're so beautiful."
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"As are you," she returned, her own hands sliding along his chest to his hips. She worked on undoing his trousers so he could be just as bare.
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His hand moved back to Diana's waist, tracing a path up to her shoulder, slowly back down to cup one of her breasts.
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Diana slowly ran her hand up the length of him. "Above average?" she teased.
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Then his gaze flickered up at the question, meeting her eyes with a faint fluster on his face. "Ah... yes," he bit on his lower lip, smiling sheepishly. "It's not... I mean-- what do you think?"
About him, or this, or... anything, really. He just wanted to know what was going through her mind.
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Diana smiled up at him, lifting her hand to brush across his cheek. "I think it does not matter. I want this from you and no other."
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Leaning in, he kissed her deeply again. His fingers caught her nipple again, thumb flicking over the tip and pinching lightly, while he shifted so he could slide his other hand lower down her front, slipping his fingers between her thighs and coaxing her to part her legs wider for him.
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Diana parted her legs, hand moving slowly up and down the length of him as her wet folds waited for his fingers.
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He leaned in to kiss along her jaw and down her neck all the while, his hips shifting eagerly to encourage the strokes of her hand.
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Slowly she hiked up her leg so her heel was resting on his leg. It made her more open, offering more.
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With her leg curled around him, he shifted them on the bed, so she was lying on her back and he was hovering above her. His weight propped on one elbow next to her head, he tipped his own head down to kiss her, then he pulled his fingers out of her slowly, his hips lowering until he was pressing the head of his cock against her opening instead.
"Are you... ready?" It sounded like such a weird way to phrase it. He just wanted to be sure she could handle what would come next, if she was as eager for it as he was.
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She felt his head touch against her but not quite push inside. "Yes," she answered in a breath. Diana touched his cheek and hooked her other leg around him. It would be an easy thing to guide him inside her, but she would let him do that.
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Inch by inch, he sank into her, burying only halfway before he was pulling back again, then pushing back in. Slow, shallow thrusts, as he tried to adjust to the tightness of her, his heart racing wildly as he panted hard and hot at how wonderful she felt. It was almost painful to resist the urge to move faster, or to bury deeper in one go.
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"Steve, you feel..." Diana couldn't find the right word. She was being stretched but it didn't feel painful. "You feel... good." It wasn't enough, but he wanted to assure him she was enjoying it, and wanted more.
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