Super Lovemaking

Kara bent over and kissed Lois Lane's belly button. Her mouth traced a line of kisses up the reporter's torso, lips hot and tender. Hands raked gently up and down the human woman's thighs, and by the time the blonde's lips gently sucked and pulled at her nipples, Lois felt her body quivering in a height of awareness, super-sensitive, hairs standing up on her body, chest rising and falling as her heart began to thunder.

The head of the dildo pressed against the reporter's womanhood just as Supergirl's mouth reached her own. Their tongues met as the head slipped inside Lois Lane's wet channel. The human woman reached down with her hands and tugged gently at the young woman's taut ass, pulling her in deeper.

They moved together, a single unit, sharing one breath, breasts pressing against one another, cunts joined by that shared bridge. The world around them seemed to fade, their bodies falling into their own time. It was a language of touch and caress, exploration and eagerness, patience and burning need.

Lois could feel the heat of her young lover's cunt against her own, the dildo buried so deep in them both that their clits seemed to kiss, rubbing against each other. She could feel Supergirl struggle to hold back, those superhuman muscles **** to move faster and harder...and with her hands and lips, Lois let her know it was okay, to relax a little, to be a bit rougher, to let go...

The crescendo built between them, an infectious need as they bumped and rubbed their cunts against each other. Lois panted, kiss, licked, clutched her lover tight to her as her body moved on its own, luxuriating at the eagerness and power of Kara as she moved harder and faster, their bodies in sync, climaxes rising in unison. The dildo moved inside them both and it was too much, too perfect, the pleasure rising to a height that was simply...

...superhuman.

The climax nearly burst Lois Lane's earlobes. The glass of her doors shattered and burst out into the streets, light bulbs sparked and burst, all the glasses in the cabinets in the kitchen vibrated themselves to pieces, mirrors cracked and fell, and with a hip-bruising whumpf the bed collapsed, Kara's hips digging into Lois Lane's own, the dildo digging deep into her to places inside the reporter that had never been touched.

Lois Lane held Supergirl as the keening died down from a hypersonic whine to a more human moan, held her as the last echoes of the super-orgasm shook them both. Trailed her hand through the pale straw-colored hair as the maid of might fell into a deep and satiated slumber on her breast.

It was a perfect moment...except for the shadow on the wall, cast by the figure that alighted on the balcony.