CAVE
Chloe remembered the last time she looked at the hexagonal or was it octagonal, whatevs table like structure in the cave, she was transported to somewhere frigging cold. And her best friend shielded her, trying to protect her from his father's wrath.
Davis now shielded her too, this time the heat of his body enveloping hers. Not that they were at the fortress or anything.
Chloe soothed his concerns about the sturdiness of the table. Her hands walked his spine as she coaxed him into complete subservience. His hands gripped her hair firmly, twisting and releasing,
For Chloe this was the perfect opportunity to say fuck you to Jor-el, Brainiac and the Naman/Seegeth myth. She hoped they were happy screwing each other. She never knew destiny could be so anal. She wasn't going to have it.
"Davis, harder" she moaned impatiently, gyrating against the cool silver.
Davis growled low in his throat and pressed up against her. Chloe smiled wickedly, throwing her head back as he tried to smooth her seductive flesh.
He turned her sideways and licked her right hip reverently. She couldn't remember the last time... oh wait no one did.
Mostly it was kiss, grab breasts and fuck. She was tired of it. Davis cared for every inch of her body, polishing her all over with his mouth. The minute his fingers went in her, she felt messy.
Soon either she would crack or the table would first. She preferred that the table would wait. Davis had his mouth against her pussy, muttering at how sweet she was.
Chloe stretched her arms over her head, watching as the dawn began to break through the misshapen holes in the walls of the cave. Life was good.