Knock Knock update

“Certainly.” Peter stood up and took off his towel. As familiar as she’d become with what was underneath it, Diana still felt a flutter of lust travel through her. For a man to become so engorged, simply from sitting across a table from her… “Just let me throw this in the hamper.”

So addled was Diana that she almost shouted ‘No!’, thinking he meant the object of her attention and not the wet towel. She caught herself with a laugh that grew to encompass both herself and Peter’s boyish puck. “I meant as people, Peter. I realize we’ve kept things… unthinking so far, but wouldn’t you like to know me as more than just a warm body?”

Peter nodded. “Honestly? Yeah, I would. I’m not much of a womanizer and even without the sex, I’d want to be friends with anyone as cool as you.” He basked in the grin she gave him. “Of course, my rule is that when a woman like you asks me out on a date, I say yes no matter what the circumstances.”

“I’m asking you out on a date?” Diana repeated. “Yes… I suppose I am. Though in fairness to Zatanna, we shouldn’t make any plans without her. I’m sure she’d like to get to know you better as well.” She stood, collecting the dishes. “And I have to repay you for your hospitality.”

“You cooked for me and now you’re going to do my dishes?”

“That does seem a little unfair.” Diana looked around at the kitchen. It wasn’t a pigsty—Peter took some pride in not letting his home base go to total shit—but it also wouldn’t be winning any awards from Good Housekeeping soonish. “I’ll clean up around here too.”

“No way. I can’t let you do that.” Peter moved to draw her into a loose embrace. “If you’re feeling that grateful to me…”

Diana giggled. “Zatanna’s still asleep. The Fates would look unfavorably on us chancing to wake her again.”

“Oh, the Fates,” Peter nodded. “I have a couch.”

Diana restrained herself to a smile as she mussed his hair. If she let him, Peter would make her laugh loud enough to wake Zatanna anyway. “Are you trying to wear that phallus down to a nub? Let the poor thing rest.”

“Is that what your pussy wants? A rest?”

“Not ever, you maniac.” Diana hugged his face to her chest and kissed the top of his head. “You can have it anytime you want, have it until it’s raw, and I’ll love every minute of it.”

“Okay then. Raw it is.”

“I told you. I intend to clean up this abode you’ve graciously shared with me and mine.” Diana grinned as she pushed him away. “Are you trying to prevent me from keeping my word? I’ve killed minotaurs for that affront.”

“Was the minotaur hung like I was?”

Diana glanced downward. “As a matter of fact, he was. But you have much better hygiene.”

“I’m just as horny,” Peter teased, sitting down and pulling Diana into his lap.

She struggled playfully against his roaming hands, though the real threat was the feeling of his prick hardening underneath her squirming ass. Finally, she embraced him, feeling his erection throbbing between her buttocks for a moment of utter temptation, before Diana pushed herself up off him.

“You can’t even allow me to do the dishes, you satyr?” she asked, wagging her ass with every sauntering step away from him. “Patience is a virtue, Peter. One that will be rewarded with a fuck that’ll stop just short of the River Styx.”

It was her own fault for teasing him, but Peter grabbed her hips and pulled her back to him. Not into his lap, though. He buried his face in the cleft of her buttocks, licking between them. Diana gasped, her eyes rolling as she felt his tongue triggering the sensitive flesh deep between her asscheeks. Her legs were getting weak, while her mind raced ahead. After he’d gotten her anus soft and vulnerable with his tongue, he might just fuck it.

She didn’t know if she could resist that prospect. Diana bent over, pushing her ass back into his face, feeling his tongue lap at her puckered asshole. She put her hands on the moons of her ass and opened them wide for Peter, then closed her eyes, her lips forming gasp after gasp as Peter’s tongue swirled its way into her rectum.

“Ahhh, Peter, Peter!” she keened with his tongue sliding into her. “Fuuuck, that feels so good!”

Peter tongued her ass for a few more moments, then kissed her cheeks, letting go of her hips to run his hands caressingly down her long, slender legs. Diana straightened up, sliding her hand down to massage her own pussy while he kissed and nipped at her flawless ass. She was surprised yet unsurprised at just how wet he’d made her.

“I’ve never given into weakness before,” Diana moaned. “But it’s never been so… so tempting!”

Peter spread his legs with his prick jutting up into the air. “Here,” he said, pulling gently but insistently down on her waist. Diana knew what would happen if she let herself sit in his lap. “You know what Oscar Wilde said about getting rid of temptation…”

Diana turned around to give his member a longing look. “Duty is duty, Peter, whether it’s saving lives or carrying out a chore,” she said firmly. “Your temptation will have to wait until I clean up this kitchen. And you leave me alone while I do it. You’ll make me feel bad about disappointing you.”

“You could never be a disappointment to me,” Peter said. “But if you think I’d rather have a clean kitchen than you, you must not think much of my priorities.”

“In the long run, you’ll thank me.”

“Only because then, you’ll finally let me fuck you.”

“I’m ignoring you. Satyr,” Diana said, working at the sink with her back to him. 

She had a beautiful ass, round and shapely and tight, the perfect prize to top her exquisitely long legs. Peter could see a hint of her ebony pubic hair between her thighs as she moved from side to side, and his own temptation was to fondle himself as he watched her. The sight of her was the best pornography Peter could imagine. 

But somehow, she was so elegant, so graceful, that the thought of pleasuring himself without her was just too shameful to contemplate. She was classy about everything, even having sex, and he wanted to aspire to her level, not drag this thing of theirs down until it was cheap or tawdry.

For her part, Diana enjoyed feeling his eyes on her body. She shifted her feet often, making her ass flex for him to see. Finishing the dishes, she finally glanced over her shoulder at him. Her eyes were soft but hot; she saw that his prick was still hard.

“As much as I appreciate the practice of self-restraint,” she said, “you’re going to pop a blood vessel if you keep engorging yourself while I’m trying to sweep. Go bother Zatanna. At least she’s asleep.”

That, Peter thought, seemed like an excellent idea.

***

The bedroom, of course, was still very dim despite the dawn. The dark imposed a sense of quiet and Peter almost wanted to back out of there rather than risk disturbing it. But then, as if in a dream, he saw Zatanna lying there naked on the bed.