Go slow

“Start slowly,” you said.

It may have sounded counter intuitive, but to get an engine running smoothly you couldn’t just slam down the accelerator as soon as you turned on the ignition. You had to work your way up to speed, shift the gears at the right times. At least that was the explanation you were going to try if Wonder Woman had any issues with this. But she didn’t question it at all. She just pulled your dick towards her face as she leaned in, and started to patiently explore you with her tongue.

“Like this?” she asked, pausing momentarily before going back to slowly lick her way up your shaft, like she wanted to paint every inch of you with an even layer of her saliva. Her wet tongue brushed up the left side, then she went up the right side. She lapped at your ball as she drew up the center, her breath hot against the underside of your cock as she move skyward. She planted a firm kiss right beneath the head, before shifting back down again, gently pulling your meat crank lower so that she could savour every scrumptious angle of you.

The way her soft hair brushed against your stomach made you tingle. You really wished you could grab hold of her head, but your hands were still bandaged and knew they hadn’t fully healed. Yet. “Is this good?” she needed to know, gazing up at you now, your dick resting against her chin, tip pressing under her spongy lower lip. She gently wanked at the bottom half of your cock while she awaited your response. Wonder Woman’s cheeks were flushed and this picture was simply gorgeous.

“So good,” you breathed, big smile on your face. She was encouraged and kissed your crown again, then went to work swirling her tongue around the sensitive pink dome. There was humming as she lapped up your precum. Once she had that taste she was needy for more, her stroke getting firmer and more purposeful. You soaked in that wonderful feeling, until further guidance was requested.

“Precum means it’s working right?” she theorized. “It means… you’re liking what I’m doing?” She licked her lips, eyeing the growing bead of fluid she was gradual milking out of you.

“Yeah… It’s a good sign... “ You nodded. Her fascination with your excretions was oddly endearing. The even squeezes of her hand were needful. “I like what you’re doing.”

She smiled.

“I like it too,” she confessed. “I like how your precum tastes.” She demonstrated this, collecting your glob of translucent ooze with a scrape of her tongue over your weeping urethra. You watched her savour it, eyes shut as she described what she liked about your taste. “It’s sweet and stringy...” The Amazon lightly smacked her lips like she had just sipped some wine. “Such a lovely precursor for what’s to come. I wish I could drink it all day...” And with that she pressed her lips over your little leaking slit, opening her mouth to maximise the surface area she could suckle from. She sucked down to the corona of your cock, her tongue constantly massaging the wrinkled underside of your bulb to coax out more of your delicious precum. You could hear her swallowing it, along with her saliva that would be starting to pour out of her mouth with how ready for your she was getting.

“Look at me,” you gasped, and Wonder Woman’s eyes shot up to lock with yours. A smile curled around the head of the cock.

“You like eye contact,” she breathed, before going back to sucking. So she gave it to you, a gaze she set upon you so intense your cock was getting harder in her hand and your suckled tip was almost vibrating. Her lips broke away from you for a moment, the woman selfconsciously wiping some drool off her chin, slurping at the excess. “Oh my mouth waters for you, John,” she said, swallowing a bit, then grinning in amazement, surprised by just how much saliva she was producing.

“Fuck…” you croaked, that almost deliriously happy look on Diana’s face making you want to feed her your cum straight away. “Suck me off now… here,” you went, scooting your butt forward just a bit to be right on the edge of your bed. This pushed your cock into Wonder Woman’s face and she inhaled sharply how you wet her cheek with her own spit. Recovering smartly she kissed your lovely meat then went up to swallow your head. She went back to wanting to draw out your precum but you had more urgent ideas. Just a bit you thrust your hips, making her take more cock into her mouth. Her shoulders locked for a moment, those eyes remembering now to watch yours and she kept going. She experienced the rest of the taste of you, the feeling of your skin filling her mouth and she needed it again. She went down, too fast. You felt her soft tongue then the roof of her mouth and slid at her throat.

Wonder Woman reeled, your cock popping out of her lips and she hacked. Somehow the princess even coughed elegantly.

“Sorry,” she said, sheepish and brushing her runny chin with her fingers. “You want me to take all of it right? To fit all of your cock in my mouth… down my throat…” she asked, biting her lip and looking so longingly at your hard, lengthy penis your heart hurt.

“Whatever you can handle, Diana,” you said encouragingly, and to that she smirked.

“I’m Wonder Woman. There’s nothing I can’t handle.”

She engulfed you with her mouth again and her determination was evident in her enthusiasm. She gushed with spit and you started to saw in and out of her head as much as she moved up and down on your cock. It didn’t take long for your thrusts to find rhythm with her bobs. The counter balance maximised the amount of shaft she kept coating with her spit and you could fuck her as much as she sucked you. Each stroke out you felt her lips pulling around your cock, her thirsty slurps with synced with her breathing in. When you pumped your cock in she swallowed you greedily, titling her head side to side to feel your girth stretch her wider. God she was loving it, going at you for a minute at a time before she needed to pop you out, swallow her drool and take a proper breath. That gazing was fixed up at you, the Amazon resting your cock at the corner of her smile.

The start stop nature of this didn’t matter. You weren’t getting off at the fastest rate… you got to prolong your enjoyment. Efficiency would come later. Right now Wonder Woman just wanted to learn how to please you with her mouth.

She started going a little longer between breaks, and took shorter gaps, allowing the sensations to rightly build. Her tongue started to press you more as she fit more cock into her mouth. The movement of her head, neck and shoulders became more pronounced as she slurped up your thick meat with growing abandon. The ‘Glg-glg-glg!’ sound of Diana relishing in blowing you, accompanied by her muffled hums of desire, echoed in your little room like an obscene, rapidly increasing beat. Your hardness reached a point of no return and that first throb right before your orgasm made you groan.

“I’m cumming! Ohh shit! Oh fuck I’m cumming, Diana!” you announced with no time to spare. Hearing this Wonder Woman didn’t seem to quite know what to do. She kept on sucking you until that first swell of your girth and you felt that pulse shoot up your cock and gush warmly out your tip. She drew her lips back up near the head of your cock and held still to let you pour that hot cum onto her tongue. It splashed up against the roof of her mouth, the jerking cock held at the perfect fountaining angle by her lips. She had to close her eyes, your wonderful flavour flooding to her cheeks and making her shiver. To feel you give her just what she wanted, pumping it directly into her mouth, was a moment she was treasuring.

She shrugged her shoulders a little and tried not to tilt her head back but your dick popped out of her lips. She opened her jaws wide to catch your still coming spurts, though now with your meat unrestrained each spurt made your cock send out the next at a slightly different angle. You just watched her learn how best to receive your load in her own way, and the end result was now Wonder Woman looking up at you, a big white pool of your warm cream pooled in her mouth, half a dozen thick ropes criss crossing her lips and clinging to her chin and cheeks.

She closed her mouth and angled her head back, letting your load slide down her throat with utmost delectation. Then she made the effort to swallow your gloopy jizz, her gulps sounding thick. There came a most satisfied sigh which spread to her sticky smile.

“Oh… that was the most marvelous load, John,” she had to say, blue eyes sparkling. “And this… on my face… it’s wonderful… feeling your warm cum cooling on my skin…ohh...”

You watched on with a fizzing mind as you floated down from your early morning climax.

“You did amazing,” you complimented her. It seemed inadequate but your thoughts were still groggy. Wonder Woman used your knees to pull herself up onto her feet again. Now she walked over to the small mirror on the wall and regarded herself, turning this way then that, assessing the way your cum dripped down her face. She started to gather the remnants with her fingers, careful to find every trace of your and leave none of it behind. All of it had to be tasted, savoured and swallowed. You just watched her do this for a few minutes, still seated on your bed, your cock slowly settling down coldy onto your sheets.

Once the cum was all gone it was like Wonder Woman remembered she was in your room, her eyes widening at your reflection in the mirror. She turned on her heels and nodded to you.

“Thank you for… letting me indulge,” she said, an absolute vision with her boots crossed and hands behind her back.

“It’s all just part of your treatment, Diana,” you replied, laidback in a manner only afforded to you post-nut. “I’m happy to give you what you need however you need it.” Your words seemed to move the Amazon, the euphoric grin on her face arresting.

“I think I’ll need more lessons,” she mused, and she headed over to the door. “I must check in on Zatanna. She should have escorted Cheetah to Belle Reve by now. Thank you again, doctor. I’ll see you later.”

She closed the door behind her and was gone.That’s when you turned your head and noticed something. On your table was Zatanna’s top hat. She must have left it behind last night when healing your hands. Oh well. Right now that’s all you thought about that. You slumped back onto your bed, feeling a little cold around the crotch but satisfied. And you hadn’t even had breakfast yet.