No Dating for the Batman

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Part Five: Interlude

Bruce almost feared to glance over at the bedside clock. He had teased her, tickled her, and tortured her with his tongue and lips and had lost track of the number of orgasms she had experienced. She had responded by blindfolding him again and trying something he, even with all of his experience, had never felt. The ice in her mouth provided a sudden shock as she went down on him, but just as he was becoming accustomed to it – and how could anything stay cold in that mouth for long – the abrupt change to warm liquid further tantalized him. Herbal tea. He'd tasted it on her lips when she'd oh-so-briefly brushed them across his. As she continued licking and sucking, it wasn't long before he had to ask, "Will my Princess let me…have some relief?"

Diana switched to stroking him with her hand, causing shivers to run up and down his spine, before she replied, "Why, do you think you've earned it?"

God, I hope so. "I don't know what you Amazons expect, but here we consider the amount of foreplay I've given you…superhuman."

She chuckled, "Well, then," and slowed the tempo of her strokes, allowing the head of his penis to slide all the way through her hand before beginning the downward motion. Her languid movements were torturous. "But is that what you really want?"

Bruce's breathing came faster, "Yes, my princess…please."

"Please what?" she said, still caressing him. Without waiting for an answer, she suddenly bent down and suckled, hard. He groaned deeply as her mouth took him over the edge and he came. He felt his orgasm throughout his whole body. God, she is good.

He lay back in a daze and she curled up next to him.

"Diana?"

"What, no 'Princess'?" She smiled to take the sting from her words.

"Should things continue…progressing…I'll need – do you have – that is, should we be concerned about…" Dammit, Diana, do I have to ask point-blank?

Fortunately, she understood. "I'm…protected, Bruce. You don't need to worry." Diana looked pensive for a moment and then hastily changed the subject. "Is my servant hungry?"

"Well, I am hungry… for food," he added hastily, seeing a twinkle in Diana's eye. "God, you Amazons must be insatiable." He smiled lopsidedly. "Now, as for dessert…" and he gave her his best Bruce Wayne come-hither look.

"Enough already," she shot back, poking him in the ribs. "I've got some fruit and finger food in the refrigerator, plus a nice merlot. I don't think we want a heavy meal – I don't want you getting sluggish."

"Sluggish?! You wound me, Princess!"