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..."
Diana didn't think she could be opened more, but Steve's hands knew just how to move her to do just that. She pushed herself up and sank down on him again, moaning at how being spread more open changed the sensation.
He was moving harder against her. She shuddered, but she did not protest. In fact, Diana moved at pace with him, driving inside him faster. She sensed he needed this to reach that peak of pleasure she experienced moments ago.
Steve gasped and shivered all over when she moved faster, picking up her pace to match his own. It was all he needed. The friction between their bodies, the heat of her walls enveloping him, how tight she clenched each time she sank down on his lap. In a few thrusts, he came with a soft cry, his head falling back and lips parting as he clung to her and spilled himself hard and deep inside her.
Probably not the smartest idea, but he was too lost to even think through the risk of filling her with his seed, letting her have it all, spending himself completely before his pace slowed down, his breathing hard and heavy.
Diana gasped as he spilled his load into her. She thought nothing of it other than how he filled her, and how in her next rock on him she felt some of it trickle down her thighs. Her next orgasm followed close after and she rode him as they both spent themselves.
Sated, she caught her breath with her head resting on his shoulder. She could feel his heartbeat at the same hurried pace as her own. "Should I move off now?"
She was still sitting on him, his cock still firmly inside her, after all.
"In a moment," he murmured, breathing softly against her. His face was buried in the curve of her shoulder, breathing in her scent, tasting the sweetness of her skin on his lips.
He let them linger like that for a while, feeling her pulse around him, his cock softening until he was limp. Slowly he guided her to move off of him, groaning at the loss of contact, then let her settle back on the bed before he moved to lie down next to her, shifting as close as he could manage.
She took in slow breaths with her eyes closed to fully enjoy this moment. She slipped off of him, gasping a little at the sensation of him slipping out of her. Her body ached but in a strangely pleasant sort of way.
Diana curled up beside him and stretched out so she could look at him. How much had changed since the first time she saw him naked. She couldn't have guessed then it would go this way, but now she couldn't imagine being without him.
She closed her eyes, promising herself they would have more nights like this once there was peace again.
Steve dragged the covers over them both. They felt warm now, but soon they'd settle and the room would feel cold. Like this it would be much nicer to cuddle up close and fall asleep together.
He ran a hand up her back, fingertips tracing along her spine and shoulder blade, sweeping across a lock of her hair. He smiled as he watched her close her eyes, and leaned in to plant a gentle kiss to her lips, before he let his own head sink to the pillow next to her, his arm locked around her in a warm, enveloping hold.
“Good night, Steve,” she answered, brushing her fingers lightly over his chest. She settled, closing her eyes in contentment. She could very easily fall asleep like this. She hoped she might fall asleep like this every night.
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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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He was moving harder against her. She shuddered, but she did not protest. In fact, Diana moved at pace with him, driving inside him faster. She sensed he needed this to reach that peak of pleasure she experienced moments ago.
"Please, Steve," she gasped, "I want to feel it."
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Probably not the smartest idea, but he was too lost to even think through the risk of filling her with his seed, letting her have it all, spending himself completely before his pace slowed down, his breathing hard and heavy.
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Sated, she caught her breath with her head resting on his shoulder. She could feel his heartbeat at the same hurried pace as her own. "Should I move off now?"
She was still sitting on him, his cock still firmly inside her, after all.
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He let them linger like that for a while, feeling her pulse around him, his cock softening until he was limp. Slowly he guided her to move off of him, groaning at the loss of contact, then let her settle back on the bed before he moved to lie down next to her, shifting as close as he could manage.
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Diana curled up beside him and stretched out so she could look at him. How much had changed since the first time she saw him naked. She couldn't have guessed then it would go this way, but now she couldn't imagine being without him.
She closed her eyes, promising herself they would have more nights like this once there was peace again.
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He ran a hand up her back, fingertips tracing along her spine and shoulder blade, sweeping across a lock of her hair. He smiled as he watched her close her eyes, and leaned in to plant a gentle kiss to her lips, before he let his own head sink to the pillow next to her, his arm locked around her in a warm, enveloping hold.
"Good night, Diana."
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