The Dance

Part One

Clark basked under the warm rays of the sun as he laid on a cotton beach blanket. He and Diana were alone on a Themysciran beach. They wed two days ago and were enjoying a weeklong honeymoon where the two were given exclusive privacy. No one was to go near Diana's apartments by the orders of Queen Hippolyta.

While Clark relaxed on the beach, Diana was in the pure, pristine waters surrounding the island, enjoying a relaxing swim. Diana waved for Clark to come in but he shook his head. Diana continued on, enjoying her swim until she was ready to get out. Diana swam back to land and rose out of the waters like a water goddess. Clark watched his wife mesmerized as water dripped from her body as she approached him. Playfully, Diana shook, splattering water on him. She twisted her dark locks to drain the excessive water from her hair.

"Oh, that water's refreshing. You should join me next time."

Clark could only watch Diana dry herself with a spare towel. His eyes roamed up her long, sexy legs and backside as she bent over, drying her legs, patting her swimsuit, all the while preferring she was nude. What's the point in wearing a swimsuit if you are alone with your spouse he wondered?

"Take off your suit," Clark commanded softly.

Diana turned to him, laughing in protest. "What?"

"Take it off." He smiled. "We're alone. You of all people should not be ashamed of your body."

Diana smirked at him. "Who says I am?"

"Take it off."

"Wouldn't that leave me at a disadvantage?" Diana dropped her towel. "I'll be naked but you won't be." She gestured to her husband in his swim trunks.

"If you do this for me," Clark flirted. "I'll return the favor."

And what favor would that be Diana wondered? His intense gaze and the mystery in the game they were playing heightened her arousal.

"You better." Diana she slipped a finger under one thin strap and then the other and peeled the blue suit down her body. Playfully, she kicked the suit at Clark. Clark caught the suit and placed it beside him. "Now what?" She pirouetted for him. "You want to get a good look at all of me?"

Clark's eyes roamed over her body, studying the curves of her body from her smooth round breasts, firm, flat belly, her firm cheeks, curvy hips and slim thighs. "Mmm and I've got it. Come here."

Diana walked to her husband with an extra swing to her hips and bouncing breasts that caused a rise in Clark. Diana stopped at Clark's chest. "Is this close enough?"

"Closer." Diana moved to his head, smiling but puzzled. "Stand over me."

"Stand over you?" Diana repeated not believing what Clark said.

"Yes." Diana didn't move. "Please?"

Heart racing excited and mystified at what Clark wanted her to do, Diana stood over him, straddling him, with one foot on either side of his head.

Clark looked up at his wife a long moment; the long legs, the curves of her body and her center which he could see wasn't wet due to the water. His hands stroke up her long legs as far as he could reach. He smiled, watching her shiver under his touch.

"Is this what you wanted?" Diana asked huskily. "To get a better view?"

"That and I want you to dance for me."

"Dance?"

"Yes. Kneel."

Diana felt her center react to his words and her stomach flutter in excitement. She knew what he wanted. "K-kneel?"

Clark locked his eyes with Diana. "Kneel."

Keeping her eyes on his, Diana knelt one knee on either side of his head. She felt Clark's hands stroke up her thighs and rear. "And dance," Clark commanded.

Diana gasped as Clark drew her towards his mouth. The heat of his tongue found the source of her pleasure. The same source that caused Diana to cry out in pleasure the previous night and at the same time, almost caused Clark to lose his breath. For Clark, it would've been a wonderful way for him to black out.

Diana moaned as her head drooped. As parts of Diana's wet hair cooled her heated skin, other locks of her black hair fell forward, matting against her face. Cries of pleasure escaped her mouth as she felt Clark's tongue play with her sensitive folds. She rhythmically rubbed against him as her desire grew.

Feeling a finger join his tongue in the sensual pleasure dance, Diana fell forward. Her hands dug in the sands as she felt Clark's hands gripping her hips, encouraging her rhythmic motions as his mouth ruthlessly and lovingly heightened her dance.

Diana danced for Clark, her hips shook, breasts bounced, cries growing louder and more intense until she shuddered and pressed against him in one final dance as her body exploded.

Spent, Diana slumped against Clark, breathing heavily; her body covered in a light sheen of sweat.

The dance was over.

Diana danced for Clark.

Soon Clark will dance for her.