AN: Okay, I might have gone too much into feelings and details in this chapter. Don't judge me, I couldn't help myself. 🤣🤣 So, it kinda became too big, and I had to divide it into 2 chapters. So, if you don't want a cliffhanger, you might want to wait for the next one.
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John's breath caught the moment the closet door swung open.
Hippolyta stepped into the soft night light, and every coherent thought in his head simply dissolved. The transparent red lingerie clung to her like mist made of fire, so sheer it revealed the gentle swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the long athletic lines of her thighs. She had never worn anything like this before, never even let him see her in less than a silk slip or bikini, and yet here she was—barefoot, hair loose over her shoulders, cheeks already flushed.
John pushed himself up onto his elbows without realizing he was moving, the blanket sliding dangerously low across his hips. His eyes roamed over her in helpless wonder, drinking in every detail as though he might never get another chance. The way the fabric shimmered against her skin, the faint tremor in her fingers where they hovered near her sides, the way she lifted her chin even though her pulse fluttered visibly at the base of her throat. She was breathtaking, and she was his, and the realization hit him so hard his chest ached.
"You…" He swallowed hard and tried again, voice thick. "You are so beautiful it hurts to look at you."
Hippolyta's fingers were twitching at her sides as though she wasn't sure what to do with them. The color in her cheeks deepened, but she didn't look away. Instead, she took one careful step forward, then another... she walked closer.
"I wanted tonight to feel different," she said quietly. "I want it to be unlike anything I have ever experienced. I have fought armies and faced gods, yet standing here in front of you like this makes my heart race faster than any battlefield ever could."
John swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood, letting the blanket fall away completely.
Hippolyta's eyes fell on his completely naked body and obviously on his cock. 'Oh my!'
He crossed the distance between them in three steps, stopping just short of touching her because he needed to drink in the sight of her a moment longer. Up close, the faint tremble in her shoulders was visible, and the way her breathing lifted her chest made something fiercely protective surge inside him.
He reached out slowly, fingertips brushing the delicate strap at her shoulder before sliding down to rest against the warm skin of her upper arm. "You don't have to be brave about this," he murmured. "Not with me. We can go as slow as you need."
Hippolyta lifted her chin, eyes shining with a mixture of trust and that stubborn Amazon fire he had fallen in love with. "I know," she answered, and the smallest smile curved her lips. "But I want to be brave. I want to give this to you because I choose to, not because duty or tradition demands it."
She placed her palms flat against his bare chest, fingers spreading as though memorizing the feel of him. Her touch was light at first, exploratory, then firmer as confidence crept in. John groaned low in his throat and caught her wrists gently, guiding her hands upward until they looped around his neck.
"Then let me show you how much I want this too," he said against her mouth, voice rough with everything he was holding back.
John lowered his head and kissed her.
He kissed her gently at first, taking his time and letting her feel the moment. Hippolyta tensed for a moment, then relaxed against him. Her mouth opened slowly under his. When her tongue touched his shyly, he let out a low sound from deep in his chest.
He kept one hand curved around the back of her neck, thumb stroking the sensitive skin just below her ear. The other hand settled low on her waist, fingers splayed wide over the sheer fabric, feeling the heat of her body through it. He did not pull her closer yet. He let her decide how much space to close.
Hippolyta held onto his hair tightly. She stood on her toes and moved closer until her breasts pressed against his chest. This made her take a sharp breath. She paused for a moment before kissing him again. This time, she kissed with more intention, matching his rhythm and following the warmth of his tongue when he pulled back to let her take the lead.
John picked her up in his arms while kissing and carried her to the bed. He lay her on the bed before pulling back. Hippolyta rubbed her thighs together as she was a little shy and too wet.
He positioned himself near her feet and started to kiss her feet, moving up slowly, sending jolts of excitement through her body.
He began with the arch of her left foot, pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss there. Hippolyta's toes curled instantly. A small, surprised sound escaped her lips. She had never been touched this way before. The sensation felt strange and wonderful at the same time. Her skin tingled where his lips met it.
"Mhmm~" A moan escaped her lips.
John took his time. He kissed the delicate curve of her instep, then moved to the sensitive spot just above her ankle. His hands slid gently along her calves, thumbs tracing slow circles as he worked his way higher. Every kiss felt deliberate, like he was mapping her body and learning what made her breath catch.
When he reached the inside of her knee, Hippolyta's legs trembled. She parted them slightly without thinking, then froze, suddenly aware of how exposed she felt. The sheer red fabric of her lingerie had ridden up her thighs, and the cool air brushed against her damp skin. She pressed her knees together again on instinct.
John paused. He looked up at her face, eyes dark and patient. "Tell me if you want me to stop," he said quietly. "Anytime. I mean it."
Hippolyta swallowed. Her chest rose and fell quickly. She shook her head. "No," she whispered. "Don't stop. I... I like it. It feels good. Just... go slow."
He gave her a small nod and returned to her skin. This time, he kissed the soft inner thigh of her right leg, moving upward inch by inch. His breath brushed lightly against her, which made her hips lift off the bed for a second before she forced them back down. She gripped the sheets in both hands.
When he reached the crease where thigh met hip, he paused again. He could see how wet she was now. The thin fabric between her legs clung to her, outlining everything. John let out a shaky breath. He rested his forehead against her thigh for a moment, like he was trying to control himself.
"You smell so good," he murmured against her skin before licking her skin. "And you taste even better. Can I...?"
Hippolyta's heart pounded so hard she thought he might hear it. She knew what he was asking. She had heard stories from other Amazons who had taken lovers and even heard Harley's version of pleasure when she was prepping up for the night, but the reality felt overwhelming. Still, the ache between her legs had grown almost painful. She wanted relief. She wanted him.
"Yes," she said, voice barely above a whisper. "Please."
John hooked two fingers under the edge of the sheer fabric at her hip. He pulled it aside slowly, exposing her completely. Hippolyta tensed, then forced herself to relax. She watched his face as he looked at her. There was only hunger and something softer, almost reverent.
He lowered his head and pressed the lightest kiss right at the top of her slit. Hippolyta gasped. Her whole body jerked. The contact was so gentle, yet it sent a sharp spark straight through her core. 'Oh, heavens!'
John flattened his tongue and licked her pussy in a slow, careful stripe upward. 'She's so tasty. I can eat her all night.' When he reached the small, swollen bud at the top, he circled it softly with the tip of his tongue.
Hippolyta's hips bucked. A soft cry left her throat before she could stop it. Her hands flew to his hair, fingers threading through the strands.
He kept the rhythm slow and steady. Long, gentle licks followed by soft flicks against her clit. Every time she tensed or whimpered, he eased back just enough to let her catch her breath, then started again. One of his hands slid up to rest on her stomach. The other hand held her thigh open, thumb stroking the sensitive skin there.
Hippolyta felt the pleasure building fast. Too fast. It coiled low in her belly, tight and hot.
"John," she gasped. Her voice sounded broken. "It's... it's too much. I think... I think I'm going to..."
He lifted his head just long enough to meet her eyes. "Let it happen," he said. "Don't you dare hold back."
He lowered his mouth again and sucked gently on her clit. That was all it took.
The tight coil inside her snapped all at once.
She cried out as the first wave hit her. Her whole body arched off the bed. Wet heat rushed out of her in hard, pulsing spurts. She squirted against his mouth and chin, soaking his lips, his tongue, the sheets beneath her. The sensation was so intense and sudden that her mind went white for a second. She could not breathe, could not think, only feel the fierce, wet release tearing through her.
John did not pull away. He kept his mouth on her, licking softly through every shudder, catching what she gave him. He groaned low against her pussy, the sound vibrating straight into her oversensitive clit.
Hippolyta's hips jerked again and again with each new pulse. Small, helpless whimpers spilled from her lips. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes, not from pain but from how overwhelming it all felt. She had never come apart like this, never lost control of her own body so completely. The pleasure kept rolling through her in heavy aftershocks until she finally collapsed back against the mattress, chest heaving, limbs loose and heavy.
John eased back slowly. His lips and chin glistened with her. He licked his lips, eyes locked on her flushed face. "You okay?" he asked.
Hippolyta could only nod at first. Her breath came in short pants. She stared up at the ceiling, trying to remember how to speak. "I... I did not know it could feel like that," she managed after a moment. Her voice sounded small and shaky. "It was so strong. I could not stop it."
He crawled up her body carefully, settling beside her so he could see her face. One hand brushed a strand of hair from her forehead. "You don't ever have to stop it with me," he said. "Not tonight. Not ever."
She turned her head to look at him. Her cheeks were still bright red, her eyes glassy from the afterglow. She reached up and touched his wet lips with trembling fingers. "You... you liked it?"
John caught her hand and kissed her fingers. "Liked it?" He gave a soft, rough laugh. "I'll eat you for the rest of my life and still want more."
Hippolyta's blush deepened, but a tiny, shy smile curved her mouth. She shifted closer, pressing her naked thigh against his hip.
"John," she whispered. Her hand slid down his chest, hesitant but curious, until her fingers brushed his rock-hard cock. He sucked in a sharp breath. She froze for a second, then wrapped her hand around him, feeling the heat and the pulse under her palm. "Make your woman..."
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Delay reason: Some might remember, last month I took a break due to a throat infection. It turns out it's actually a gum infection. Gonna get treatment on 16th. So, this month is gonna be slow. It hurts like hell. 😅
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