Of all the superpowers Stephen had seen since becoming a sorcerer, few were as compelling as flight. It was the age-old human yearning to leave the ground and travel like the birds. So watching Diana fly, especially when skyclad? Yes, he definitely approved and appreciated it.
He gasped at the touch of her hand on his semi-erection. It had been so very long since he'd felt a touch like that. After the accident, he couldn't toss himself off without magic and that just seemed like a selfish misuse of magic. He couldn't quite keep himself from groaning a little.
Usually, his mind would be racing over thoughts, plans, and possible outcomes. Usually, his mind was only tranquil when Stephen was meditating or in a trance, but not now. Diana's touch had silenced his thoughts and centered his awareness fully in the present moment and the physical sensations of the flesh.
He wrapped his hands hands around her, hugging her with his forearms. "Incredible," he said. "There aren't words enough to describe you, Diana. All I know is how much I want you." His fingers tangled in the silky black curtain of her hair. It was probably very soft. He felt the pressure of the strands on the skin of his fingers. Every part of her was perfect as far as he was concerned.