Chapter 1: Rising Action
The neon lights of Metropolis flickered like a heartbeat outside the bedroom window, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across John's face as he lay stretched out on the bed. He looked like an angel fallen from the sky, his petite frame clad in lace and silk, his eyes reflecting the city's pulsating life. His thighs were parted just enough to reveal a hint of the black silk beneath. He had a way of making innocence look sinfully enticing.
Supergirl stood in the doorway, her cape billowing behind her like a shadow of the storm she was.
The city lights played off her toned, muscular frame, accentuating the curve of her hips and the hard line of her abs. Her blonde hair was swept back, securing her secret identity, but it did nothing to hide the mischievous glint in her eyes. She was a goddess of steel and grace, a beacon of hope by day, and tonight, she was all John's.
"You're not going to ravish me while I'm still fully dressed, are you?" John teased, his voice a soft purr, a contrast to the confident smirk on his face.
She was horny, and couldn't wait another second. She almost broke him when she embraced him, then she spied his dick.
John's laugh cut off abruptly as Supergirl pulled him close, her lips crushing against his. The taste of mint and the slight hint of lip gloss filled his mouth as her tongue explored every inch. He could feel her heartbeat, fast and erratic, matching his own. Her hands roamed over his body, strong and sure, as if she couldn't quite believe he was real.
"Fuck, Kara," he gasped, breaking away from the kiss. "You're so intense."
She grinned, a wolfish smile that promised everything and more.
"I want you, John. Every inch of you."
She unzipped his dress, her fingers brushing against his skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. She pushed the silk off his shoulders, letting it pool at his waist, revealing his black lace bra and the smooth expanse of skin above it. Her eyes darkened, hunger blazing in their depths.
"Fuck, you're beautiful," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. She reached behind him, unhooking the bra with one swift motion. It joined the dress on the floor, leaving John's chest bare. His nipples were hard, begging for attention.
Supergirl obliged, bending her head to suck one into her mouth. John arched his back, a low moan escaping his lips as her tongue swirled around the sensitive bud. She bit down gently, just enough to send a jolt of pleasure-pain through him.
"God, yes," he hissed, his hands fisting in her hair. "More."
She smiled against his skin, her breath hot and damp. She moved to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment, before trailing her mouth down his stomach. She could feel his dick straining against the silk of his panties, the outline of it clear and tempting.
She hooked her fingers into the waistband, tugging them down in one swift motion. John lifted his hips to help, his cock springing free, already hard and leaking precum.
Supergirl let out a low growl, a primal sound that sent a shiver down John's spine. "Fuck, John. You're so hard for me." She wrapped her hand around his length, her thumb swiping across the tip. John bucked his hips, a desperate sound escaping his lips.
"Please, Kara. More."
She pumped her hand, slow and steady, her grip tight but not too tight.