Steve slipped slowly into consciousness, every bit of his slumbering mind resisting the pull. Still, despite his best efforts he was fully awake sooner than he wanted. He opened his eyes, enjoying the warm sunlight on his skin and the feel of the silky sheets. There was a warm body next to him and he listened to her soft breathing for a moment before the tranquility crashed down and he actually work up fully.

Diana.

He'd slept with Diana.

His client.

Steve drew a shaky hand down his face. What had he been thinking? He glanced at her and felt himself getting hard as he remembered what he'd been thinking. He shook his head a little to try to clear the desire that immediately rose within him, wanting to enjoy the moment.

In the morning light, she looked even more beautiful than she did in the dim serenity of his massage room. And oh, how he loved having her on his massage table, all hard lines and tension from her work, from caring so much, until he put his hands on her and she melted slowly at his touch. At the end she was always pliant and relaxed, her voice softening to a quiet murmur. He'd never dared to imagine her this way, next to him naked in bed, not even in the forgiving moments before he fell asleep or in the shower.

Steve ran a hand over Diana's side, enjoying the supple stretch of muscle and the way she blinked at him, all sleepy. She was gorgeous like this, relaxed, soft skin under his hands. As his hands stroked up and down her body he began to move more deliberately, alternatively pressing the palms of his hands and his thumbs into her muscles exactly where he knew she liked it. Her eyes slipped closed again, lips a languid line.

When he started on her shoulders she moaned softly and Steve felt his erection stiffen almost painfully, but he didn't stop what he was doing. He rolled her carefully onto her stomach, reveling at how she trusted him to move her body, and began massaging her in earnest. If she could feel his erection she gave no sign of it, other than perhaps a more calculated than not writhing under his hands that brushed her ass against his straining cock every so often.

Steve grit his teeth a little the next time it happened, his mind nearly going blank with lust at the sight of her rubbing her perfect butt on his cock. Diana's moaning was getting louder and decidedly more wanton.

He blinked for a second when she shoved a condom at him but quickly gathered his wits and rolled it on. Her hips were lifted a little and he watched, fascinated as she fingered herself. Every time she drew her fingers out he could see her wetness glistening and suddenly Steve desperately wanted to taste her again, even as his cock ached to be inside her.

He hesitated just long enough that she must have gotten impatient, because all of a sudden she'd flipped them so that she was straddling him and he was laying on his back staring up at her in shock. Surprise quickly gave way to need as his cock bobbed between them and his eyes roamed over her face, her hair, her breasts. He reached a hand out pinch a nipple but she arched backwards a little just out of reach. Steve groaned at the way the position made her breasts look - somehow even more perfect than before. His hips thrust up helplessly almost of their own accord and he watched as her eyes blackened with lust.

Diana didn't keep them waiting for long. She grabbed his hands and pinned them next to his head as she lifted herself and sank onto his straining cock with a moan of pleasure that Steve knew would be a feature in his dreams years in the future. He squeezed his eyes shut, concentrating on breathing, afraid of coming right then and there. He was acutely aware of the gentle strength she was exerting on his wrists to keep them pinned and the hot, wet, tightness of her body as she moved up and down, tortuously slow. Her breasts bounced gently with every motion and he was mesmerized, locked in place by her body and her gaze and a pleasure so intense he was aware of himself groaning as if in pain.

They'd barely even started and he knew he was already so close, that the slightest tick upwards in pleasure would set him off. He was desperate to see her come, to hear her scream with pleasure and to feel her body quiver around his cock before slowly go pliant and relaxed as she did after her usual sessions with him. Diana seemed to sense he was close and began rolling her hips, slowly picking up the pace as he groaned and clawed at the bed sheets, until she was riding him ruthlessly, dark eyes on his challenging and laughing at the same time. Steve held on for as long as he could humanly stand before admitting defeat. "Fuck, Diana," he groaned as his orgasm ripped out of him and she just continued riding him through it, squeezing around him as he swore and felt pleasure overcoming him with a rush.

Afterwards, he lay there, dazed and exhausted even though she had done most of the work, and she was still sitting on him. She'd released his hands at some point and was now idly tracing lines across his chest. When he lifted his gaze to hers the heat in them rose a challenge to him.

"Here, Diana," he murmured, trying to push her off him. "Let me. You're amazing, let me taste you. Please."

Diana smirked at him and obliged, moving off of him and settling back against the pillows, long legs spread in invitation.

He bent over and inhaled her scent, rubbing a finger along her wetness — wet from riding him —slowly and firmly, until she was quivering with anticipation. A hand was in his hair, nails scratching his scalp and it felt amazing. Steve began licking into her, and the hand in his hair tightened a little, just short of edging into painful.

She was already close from earlier, and very quickly began to tremble a little, breath hitching. Steve angled himself so he could watch pleasure flit across her features, admire her breasts and the way her hair tumbled over her shoulders. A sudden image of her straddling him, eyes fierce and soft at the same time, breasts bouncing, a sheen of sweat on her skin filled his mind and a groan slipped out before he could stop himself. He was thinking she had to be close when she suddenly gasped and shook and her sweet wetness was on his beard and mouth and the music of her soft pleased moans was in his ears.

It was her turn to lay there, panting, and Steve rested there between her thighs for a moment moving up to grab a tissue from her nightstand to wipe his face. He plopped next to her.

"Good morning Diana," he said smiling widely.

He was rewarded with an amused laugh. "Good morning Steve," she said, stretching luxuriously.