Fic: Sweet Friction (1/1)
Title: Sweet Friction (1/1)
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters: Steve/Diana
Genres: Holiday, PWP
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Diana and Steve are more naughty than nice as they celebrate Yule. ;)
Date Of Completion: December 19, 2022
Date Of Posting: December 21, 2022
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 844
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Sweet friction
Burning hot,
Rubbing
Tender flesh
Raw.
Sylvana Glade
"Poems Of The Flesh"
1999 C.E.
The Yule log burned brightly in the fireplace, creating a warm glow in the room where a Christmas tree twinkled and shiny wrapping paper on presents reflected the firelight. On the coffee table was an empty pizza box, two half-empty wineglasses, and a plate with one honeycake left.
On the couch Diana was stretched out on her back, her discarded clothes scattered on the floor. Her dark hair was splayed across the decorative pillow, her golden tiara sparkling as her head rocked back and forth while she cupped her lover's head as his lips suckled one of her full breasts.
Steve's mouth was quite talented, his blue shirt and jeans unbuttoned. He rubbed her hip as she crooned, "Oh, Beloved, continue." She arched up, her legs wide as Steve's hand slid away from her hip and down between her legs. She smiled. He was touching her sex and would realize that she was wet and ready.
Steve released her nipple. "You want me?"
"Always."
She smiled and he wiggled out of his jeans, casting them on the floor. She grabbed his shirt. "Keep this on," she rasped
He did as requested, sliding into her with practiced ease. Diana moaned and encouraged Steve to go faster and harder, the rough fabric of his shirt rubbing over her skin. The friction was sweet as Steve slid in and out of her body, his blond hair backlit by the fire's glow. She would be raw-pink by morning, groaning gutturally when the hot water of the shower hit her rubbed skin.
"This shirt you gave me for Yule might end up with buttons missing."
"Lost in a good cause."
Steve chuckled. "Loving you is always a good cause."
"Deeper, my love." She squeezed his buttocks hard.
Steve obeyed her command and orgasm blossomed within her, pure and sweet and tingling throughout her body. She moaned and delighted in the sensation of his hot seed spurting deep inside her body. Steve supported himself on shaky arms and began to pull out but Diana stopped him.
"Stay inside me, Beloved."
"Your wish is my command, Princess."
Diana smiled and patted Steve on his bare bottom. He settled on top of her, knowing she could easily handle his weight.
"This Yule present of yours will need ironing," Steve joked.
Diana took a fistful of the rough fabric and gently rubbed it over his nipples.
"Ooh."
She smiled. "After we have rested, I will test the sensitivity of your nipples, dearheart."
"How can I turn such an offer down?" Steve cupped her face and kissed her gently. She ran a hand through his hair and cradled his head on her chest.
"Rest now, Beloved. You had a busy day."
"Mmm, you're so good to me."
As Steve fell asleep, Diana watched the play of firelight on the ceiling. Oh, yes, she would let him rest, because this was going to be a long night. She planned to move her body and create delicious friction until he became hard again...and again...and again.
She wrapped her legs around Steve's. Her beautiful blond lover would need all the stamina he could muster. An Amazon had needs.
She would persuade him to give up the other blue shirt she was giving him for Christmas, her little joke of double-gifting, among all the other gifts. Tear the shirt into strips and use them for all kinds of fun.
The toys she had requested had arrived from Paradise Island today. She could start slow with her lover, introducing him to the simple joys of rough fabric. By morning his fair skin would be streaked blushing-pink and pomegranate-red, and she would not be the only one in the shower crying out when the hot water hit sensitized skin.
He would writhe and moan beautifully when the fabric of his uniform shirt and pants slid over his body, and she would smile in delight. She would pull down his pants and kiss his quivering thighs, then pull up his pants and send him on his way.
She could feel herself becoming aroused. That would not do. Despite his impressive bedroom stamina, Steve was still a mortal man. He needed time to recharge his sexual batteries. While she adored their tender lovemaking, she needed it rough tonight.
Yule was a celebration if life, coaxing warmth and light in the middle of winter. This was the longest night of the year. On Paradise Island, the fires would be lit and the loving would be hot.
Diana wished there was some pizza left. She considered it an aphrodisiac. Oh, well, the last honeycake would have to do. She ate the cake and finished off the wine, relaxing in contentment.
She put her arm around Steve, positioning his hand on her breast. Soon she would move, creating sweet friction for Steve's cock.
Sleep well on this Yule night, Beloved, for you will be wrung out come the dawn.
She was full of joy...and Steve.
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