Knock Knock update

Leaning down, Diana closed her soft lips around Peter’s cockhead. She sucked lightly as she moved her hand back and forth along his shaft.

“Mmm, that’s nice, Wondy,” Peter murmured while his eyelids fluttered open.

Diana’s eyes flashed up at him, sparking happily as her lips glided up to slope off his glans. “How did you know it was me?” she asked him before she slid back down his throbbing length, taking him deep into her mouth.

Peter gasped, struggling to cope with the influx of sensations in a body that was not yet fully awake and in no way prepared. “Ggnn… have no idea… I guess since I could still feel Zatanna over here, that it just had to be you…” Peter looked over at Zatanna, one slender arm of hers still running possessively over her chest, and for a moment he was lost in the sight and the warmth of her perfect body. It was perhaps only the fact that Diana was actively fellating him that drew his attention back to her. “Diana… I want some too.”

Diana pulled away from his cock, holding herself in all her naked appeal at the side of the bed. Peter reached out to feel her supple leg, running his touch up the decadent curvature of her buttocks, then along the crest of her toned thigh, to rub lightly at her slit, slippery and smooth. Responsive, too—trembling at his fingertips.

“Would you like to taste it?”

Peter, not understanding, drew his hand back towards his mouth. Diana stopped him. Grabbing his wrist, she shook her head, then lifted her left leg and swung it over Peter’s head in a smooth pirouette. Above him, her pussy opened to his gaze. She knelt on the far side of his head so that she was straddling his face, and while he was still stunned by the sight of her womanhood, she bent down to his own groin. 

She licked at his powerful erection, caressing it with her tongue, while running her hands over his muscular thighs. Finally, she felt Peter’s wet tongue move along the inside of her leg—his hands caress her silken ass again, less tentatively now, strong fingers sinking into the plush flesh. Diana encouraged him, embracing his cockhead with her lips, nuzzling and kissing the seething organ, and he responded in kind. The tip of his tongue dragged over her fiery lips, gently, but with a barely restrained gluttony for the taste of her.

Diana sighed heavily; she worried about waking Zatanna prematurely, and even if she didn’t want her friend to get some well-deserved rest, she most definitely didn’t want to share Peter just yet. That was the lesser of the two reasons compelling her to part her lips and take Peter’s cockhead into her mouth, muffling her own outcries. She sucked strongly at it while pressing her sex harder into Peter’s face, his tasting tongue. 

It slid into her womanhood, licking and swirling its way through all the sensitivities of her inner folds. She lowered her mouth down his shaft, sliding her hands under his firmly toned ass, cupping its firm muscle. She had a greedy hold on Peter’s body as she moved her gripping lips down his manhood and ground her pussy into his own kissing mouth.

One of Peter’s hands moved off her succulent ass, sweeping over the satiny curves of her strong back, finally reaching her curling, obsidian tresses. He pushed down on the back of her head as he rocked his hips upward. Diana accepted the move, gulping his thrusting cock into her throat—pleased that he was enjoying her mouth so thoroughly. 

And yet, he hadn’t forgotten his duties. Peter’s tongue darted around inside her, making Diana whimper through the thick phallus that served to gag her. As her ecstasy grew, she found herself shaking her ass helplessly, moving her pussy on Peter’s tongue in an attempt to cajole still more of the thrilling sensations into her body. 

Great Hera, I’m practically fucking myself on that tongue of his! She realized. But the thought wasn’t enough to compel her to stop. It only served to arouse Diana more. She swallowed all of his prick, rubbing her nose into his engorged balls and inhaling the sweaty scent that hinted at how his cum would taste. As if she needed another reminder after last night!

“Mmmhmm!” she moaned around his erection.

She could hear Peter wetly slurping between her thighs, slow, indulgent sounds as he enjoyed himself. Nevertheless, they seemed so loud that Diana didn’t know how Zatanna hadn’t woken yet. You snooze, you lose, as Cassie would say…

Perhaps it was out of consideration to her that they came so quickly. Now that the first night was over, there was no rush to enjoy all the riches of each other. Paradoxically, there was no need to fight back the inevitable in an attempt to impress with stamina, to avariciously overindulge by drawing out the joy for as long as possible.

Peter came first, his thick creamy seed gushing into Diana’s eager mouth. She had been on the brink of climax for what seemed like a small eternity. When she tasted his cum flooding her mouth, her pussy sparked an inferno, the heat rising until she was driving it into his stroking tongue hard enough to rattle the bedframe. All while she quivered, swallowing his sweet cum, gargling as she held on tightly to his throbbing cock.

Satisfied in both her hunger and her pleasure, she lifted herself away from him, collapsing onto her knees at the side of the bed—ironic that it had only been a few minutes since she had confidently stood in the same place, ready to do Peter the favor of allowing him to indulge her urges. 

Now she bent her head down, nuzzling her forehead against his while she smelled her own arousal on his cunt-wet mouth. She happily brushed her cheek against his unshaven jaw, feeling the masculine roughness of his skin, and had to pull herself away before she started indulging herself all over again.

“I think your breakfast is cold by now.” She grinned unapologetically. “But we might be able to save it if we get it to a microwave in time.”

“I thought you just served me breakfast.”

Peter carefully pulled himself away from Zatanna’s body, leaving her still asleep. It occurred to Diana that a man shouldn’t be smiling so hard when he was giving up sharing a bed with that luscious woman, but she couldn’t feel too bad about tempting him away. She was sure Zee would be trying to steal him back as soon as she woke up.

Perhaps this would be good motivation for Zatanna to quit sleeping in so late.

Peter showered as Diana salvaged what she could of the meal. He came out wearing nothing but a towel—Diana wore nothing but an apron, and they shared a smile over their matching outfits. They ate that way. Peter watched her body’s slightest quiver as she swallowed and chewed, but his eyes were most especially drawn to her lips, watching as she drank down a glass of orange juice, caressed each bite of the food she was eating. 

Diana enjoyed the attention. Usually, she’d resent such literally naked interest in her body, but with Peter, she knew it was only a precursor to the pleasure he would soon be giving her.

Still, a pang of guilt touched her. If she disliked being treated as a sex object, then how fair was it to have treated Peter as she had? Certainly, he had no complaints about the use she had put him to, but shouldn’t a representative of Themyscira strive for more than to have a friend not mind his mistreatment, no matter how benign?

“We should get to know each other better,” she said to Peter, folding her hands together.