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.
The first thrust felt almost like torture, for a moment. She felt so good, he wasn't sure how he resisted the urge to start moving right away, and there was nothing in her reaction that indicated she was even mildly uncomfortable. No, she was holding him tightly, trembling beneath him, panting as hard and eagerly as he was.
He had half a mind to joke about the word she chose, but 'good' served the purpose for now. He nodded slowly, kissing her lips, then her jaw, moving his hips in a slow, steady grind as he slid out of her, then pushed back in, repeating the motion a few times in a calm pace, seeing what kind of reaction that got from her.
It was unbelievable to think she would feel uncomfortable with him inside her. It was an odd feeling, being stretched by him like this, and the deeper he pushed the more she trembled. But her feeling was of amazement that they fit this way.
She felt highly aware of every inch of him against her, every brush of his lips on her hot skin. Diana almost protested when she felt him pulling out, but then he was pushing back in again.
"Ohhhhh," she groaned, arching up against the sensation, fingers gripping onto his shoulders while her legs stayed locked. It was a sweet kind of friction. She could feel pleasure building up inside her more with each thrust of him inside her. She almost felt it was too much, that her body would have to release it.
She knew what this was. "Steve," Diana sighed. "Steve, I..." She didn't know how to tell him what was happening. If he kept going, she would surely reach that peak, and she desperately wanted to feel it.
Steve shuddered and moaned when she arched up to meet his thrusts, feeling her already writhe beneath him, his hips rocking harder when he felt her clenching around him so tightly. He wasn't sure if it was possible that she was getting close already, and admittedly the thought surprised him as much as it aroused him.
He wasn't going to come so quickly, but he didn't mind. He wanted her to feel good, so however that happened he'd be glad about it.
His hips picked up pace, rocking hard against hers, panting and groaning against her skin as his hand gripped her leg tightly, keeping it hoisted over his hip, high enough to keep her spread wide for each of his deep thrusts.
As she only ever felt fingers inside her before, having him slide in and out like that was bound to bring her to an orgasm. But it was more than just the feeling-- it was him. No one but Steve would make her feel this way.
"Gods," she moaned, her hips moving to help guide her inside her. Diana slid her fingers along his shoulders and down the length of his back, her lips pressing on his cheeks and jaw.
It was a relief this would go on. She didn't want him to stop moving like this yet, and the burst of pleasure had made her want more. She sensed it was only a taste of how he could make her feel.
Steve paused and shifted his weight, folding his legs and sinking his knees to the bed. Holding her close, he pulled her along as he sat back on his heels, getting her onto his lap and coaxing her to keep moving against him.
"Diana," he gasped her name, reaching up to cup the back of her neck, pulling her head down so he could kiss her. His hips rocked up against her, shuddering all over the shift in angle, and how much deeper he could push into her like this. "You feel so good..."
She relaxed in his arms so he could move her as he wished. Diana settled on his lap, arms around his shoulders, willingly sinking in to his kiss. Her moan was caught between their mouths.
"Steve," Diana answered back, carefully rolling herself down on top of his erection. It felt so much deeper inside her from this angle. She had to chuckle at his echo of her words. "How does this feel?" she asked, rocking herself up against him. She found if she lifted herself up and let gravity pull her back down again, she would sink down on him in the most exquisite way.
She moved on top of him, and when she came back down, clenching tightly just as he buried in deeper, pleasure sparked all over his body, making him tense and arch all at once, pushing back against her, cock throbbing eagerly.
"God," he cried out, arms clinging to her tightly, one of his hands moving to her ass and grabbing a cheek firmly. He managed to spread her wider for the next thrust, and he started on a pace quickly, faster and more desperate now, aching already to lose himself completely inside her.
"Like-- heaven," he breathed hotly, panting hard as both his hands took hold of her thighs, guiding her into a more urgent pace, his own hips rolling up so he was railing her harder. He hoped only that he wouldn't hurt her, but he was so close now, all he needed was for her to ride him a little faster and he would be gone. "More, I'm... hah..."
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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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He had half a mind to joke about the word she chose, but 'good' served the purpose for now. He nodded slowly, kissing her lips, then her jaw, moving his hips in a slow, steady grind as he slid out of her, then pushed back in, repeating the motion a few times in a calm pace, seeing what kind of reaction that got from her.
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She felt highly aware of every inch of him against her, every brush of his lips on her hot skin. Diana almost protested when she felt him pulling out, but then he was pushing back in again.
"Ohhhhh," she groaned, arching up against the sensation, fingers gripping onto his shoulders while her legs stayed locked. It was a sweet kind of friction. She could feel pleasure building up inside her more with each thrust of him inside her. She almost felt it was too much, that her body would have to release it.
She knew what this was. "Steve," Diana sighed. "Steve, I..." She didn't know how to tell him what was happening. If he kept going, she would surely reach that peak, and she desperately wanted to feel it.
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He wasn't going to come so quickly, but he didn't mind. He wanted her to feel good, so however that happened he'd be glad about it.
His hips picked up pace, rocking hard against hers, panting and groaning against her skin as his hand gripped her leg tightly, keeping it hoisted over his hip, high enough to keep her spread wide for each of his deep thrusts.
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"Gods," she moaned, her hips moving to help guide her inside her. Diana slid her fingers along his shoulders and down the length of his back, her lips pressing on his cheeks and jaw.
It was a relief this would go on. She didn't want him to stop moving like this yet, and the burst of pleasure had made her want more. She sensed it was only a taste of how he could make her feel.
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"Diana," he gasped her name, reaching up to cup the back of her neck, pulling her head down so he could kiss her. His hips rocked up against her, shuddering all over the shift in angle, and how much deeper he could push into her like this. "You feel so good..."
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"Steve," Diana answered back, carefully rolling herself down on top of his erection. It felt so much deeper inside her from this angle. She had to chuckle at his echo of her words. "How does this feel?" she asked, rocking herself up against him. She found if she lifted herself up and let gravity pull her back down again, she would sink down on him in the most exquisite way.
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"God," he cried out, arms clinging to her tightly, one of his hands moving to her ass and grabbing a cheek firmly. He managed to spread her wider for the next thrust, and he started on a pace quickly, faster and more desperate now, aching already to lose himself completely inside her.
"Like-- heaven," he breathed hotly, panting hard as both his hands took hold of her thighs, guiding her into a more urgent pace, his own hips rolling up so he was railing her harder. He hoped only that he wouldn't hurt her, but he was so close now, all he needed was for her to ride him a little faster and he would be gone. "More, I'm... hah..."
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