Ruby Recollections

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CHAPTER ONE

Lois sat bolt upright in her bed, gasping and breathing hard, and her heart pounding in her chest. She blinked in the darkness of her bedroom and threw the covers off her before she let herself drop back onto her pillow. Her skin felt tingly and the large t-shirt she slept in clung damply to her skin. She concentrated on catching her breath and slowing her racing pulse as she tried to process what she had just experienced. It was too real, the details too crisp, the sensations too vivid to simply have been a dream. Her reactions too intense, as well as. She reached between her legs and found her panties soaked, her sex twitchy and her nipples still felt stiff and prickly.

It wasn't a dream, it was a... a memory. She and Clark had... "Oh My God." She whispered into the darkness. She had always had a sneaking suspicion that something more than either her cousin or Clark had told her, but she had never, for a moment, thought she had gone that far with Clark. Getting the tattoo removed had been embarrassing enough. She suddenly wondered if Chloe even knew, did Clark? They had both not been acting like themselves and it had been nearly a month since Valentine's Day. She lay back on her bed, letting the sweat dry and then pulled the covers back over her. She plumped up her pillow and tried to get back to sleep, but she couldn't get Clark and what they had done off her mind.

If the memory she had just uncovered was anything to go by Clark not what she had always assumed him to be. She didn't know how they had ended up in Oliver's Clock Tower apartment, but that wasn't really the important part of the memory. As, she lay in her bed; she could almost feel his touch on her, both his hands and his lips. Her sex clenched against itself involuntarily, as there was something else she could almost feel. "Could all this be true?" she asked as she tried to rationalize. She had been single since Oliver left, and maybe her subconscious was over compensating. She hated doubting herself, and the only way to be sure would be to confront Clark, awkward as that might be, and she made up her mind to do so. Still, she didn't get much sleep for the rest of the night, waking twice with a pounding heart and the phantom sensation of his touch, in and on her. The second time, her hand was in her panties and two of her fingers had wormed their way into her sex.

The images in her mind haunted her, like Pandora's box. Once she had uncovered them they were ever-present and completely undeniable. Flashes of erotic imagery seemed to assail her every time she closed her eyes and her morning shower turned into a pleasurable, soapy self-exploration as her hands went from cleansing to calculatedly caressing that left her ten minutes late for work, and although she had brought herself to climax, feeling strangely unsatisfied. She tried to work, but her heart and her mind simply wasn't in it and without a deadline to meet and after she nearly took Kenny, the mail boy's head off for no reason, she simply gave up. She was grateful for the fact that Chloe was on an assignment with Jimmy and she didn't have to explain her mood or behavior to her cousin as she made up a bogus lead she had to follow on an equally bogus story and left the Daily Planet.

She got into her SUV and sat with the key poised in the ignition. She drummed her fingers on the steering wheel. She just couldn't get Clark and sex out of her mind. She had never been one to be ruled by her libido. She was neither a virgin, obviously, nor a prude, but her sexual history was not a vast one. That, was not to say that she was inexperienced, she'd had sex, she'd experimented, but the vivid memories she kept having of her and Clark was unlike anything else she had experienced. She was having fewer and fewer doubt about the authenticity of those memories. She gnawed at her lower lip, worrying at it as she looked into her eyes in the rear view mirror, trying to find answers to questions she wasn't able to clearly form.

Ever since she had woken that first time, she had felt like a stranger in her own skin. She didn't want to admit it, but ever since then, she had been at one level or another of arousal. Even now as she sat in the air conditioned SUV, her skin felt hot and prickly, her blouse and skirt seemed to whisper and brush against her skin in a way that was suddenly irritably noticeable, her bra felt unusually restrictive, the material somehow rough and her nipples tingled as they rubbed against the inside of the cups when she breathed, the crotch of her panties clung damply to sex, which felt swollen and open. She was starting to wonder why she wanted to confront Clark. Whether it was to berate him for his duplicity in not telling her the extent of their involvement during the Valentine's Day lipstick calamity, or whether she simply wanted to jump his bones. A thought struck her. "Did he even remember?" she wondered. She, herself, had just recovered the memories from the fog that was those few days and it had been more than a month ago. "Just how big a can of worms am I likely to open if he has no recollection of what they'd done?" she asked herself as she tried to puzzle through her dilemma. Absently, she also wondered if Chloe knew.

Her friendship with Clark had always been a little wary. If she was honest with herself, she had always been slightly attracted to him, and it didn't have anything to with him being naked in a cornfield during their first meeting. She liked the tall, solidly built and handsome farm boy. He had a certain charm and she always thought he was just a little more than met the eye, but she believed them to be from two different worlds, too far apart for anything to come of it. But, as it turned out, something had come of it. She really had to stop using that word, it worked both figuratively and literally in this particular situation and sent her thoughts off in a direction she was trying rather hard not to go. Her frustration with her indecision was almost as acute as that with her uncontrollable state of arousal. She closed her eyes, resting her head on the leather of the steering wheel between her hands. The leather felt pleasantly cool against her skin as she took slow deep breaths. She straightened in her seat, raising her head and with deliberate determination turn the key in the ignition. A few minutes later she left the parking structure and turned her SUV in the direction of Smallville.

She found a rock station on the radio and turned up the music letting the lyrics and beat of the music distract her mind. She tried to sort out what she intended to say to Clark, but didn't want to dwell on it too much. "I tended to do most things by the seat of my pants, so why should this be any different." She thought and bobbed and swayed to the beat of the music to burn up some of the nervous energy she could feel building inside her. She turned off onto the dirt road that led to the Kent farm and stopped. "I could just let this go. If he does know, I am sure he has a good reason for not telling me." She argued with her reflection as she checked her make-up and made slight alterations to her hair, already knowing the argument was lost. She put the SUV into drive and continued to the Kent farm. She bypassed the farmhouse and parked in front of the barn. His pickup was in the yard, so he was most likely there. She walked into the barn and up the stairs to his loft only to find it empty.

Clark finished his shower and perked up his ears as he thought he heard a vehicle pull up. He wrapped his towel around his waist and looked out of his bedroom window to see Lois get out of her SUV and go into the barn. He frowned. It was early, around four o'clock and he wasn't expecting her, so he wondered what she was doing in Smallville. In fact he had been rather successfully avoiding being alone with her for the last month or so. When the Red K had finally left his system, he was left with some very vivid memories of what he and Lois had done, what he had done to Lois. He groaned as his dick stirred. He had also been taking great pains to bury those particular memories with markedly less success. He hadn't even told Chloe about the extent of his involvement with her cousin while they were both under the influence of the Red Kryptonite laced lipstick. He was sure that even though Chloe might understand that he wasn't exactly in control of his actions, she would still disapprove.

He felt both a little guilt and fascination each time he allowed himself to savor his memories of Lois in Oliver's clock tower apartment. His frame of mind may not have been the most intimate, but his actions had been. There were times he could almost, just almost still taste her sweet nectar and feel her smooth sumptuous, skin both inside and out. He had always know she was a beautiful woman, but being able to see her that way in her mind's eye, half naked, sweaty and wild eyed in the throws of an orgasm elevated the concept to a whole new level. He had always been a little attracted to the feisty reporter, but she intimidated and made him strangely nervous as if she somehow knew his secret or was about to. His preoccupation with Lana to the exclusion of every other woman on the planet, almost every other woman; he felt a fleeting, momentary sadness for Alicia and what might have been if things had turned out differently; coupled with his uneasy of Lois' shrewd and unrelenting nature had forced him to keep their relationship to a wary friendship. When he was honest with himself, he also had to acknowledge that the freedom of taking what he had wanted from her with nearly no restraint had been very liberating and had heightened the experience. Seeing her climactic reaction to it had almost been just icing on the cake, as it were, almost. He shook himself, and forced his thoughts to more mundane matters.

He saw her exit the barn and head toward the house, grabbed and slipped into a pair of baggy sweatpants. His hair was still wet, so he hung a towel around his neck and started to dry it as he made his way downstairs to intercept her. He made it to the foot of the stairs as she closed the front door behind her. "Hi, Lois." He greeted her, rapidly rubbing the towel over his hair. He could have sworn he heard her groan and her expression showed surprise and something... something he couldn't quite put his finger on. "Lois, is everything okay?" he enquired when she didn't return his greeting.

Lois realized she was staring and lowered her eyes, still very aware that he was bare-chested. "H... Hi, Clark she stammered. "No... Everything's... I know about you... Us... That we... We had sex... In Oliver's apartment... I don't know how we got there, but I remembered everything else... Last night... Why didn't you tell me?" she blurted out in a staccato rush as she stormed toward him, converting her uncertainty into something she knew better, anger. His reaction of startled consternation and shock had a hint of alarm in it at first. His face clearly showed both guilt and shame as well and she knew without a doubt that he knew, that he had known all along. "Why, Clark? Why didn't you tell me?" she repeated her question. She bit back a groan at his half-naked nearness. She had to fight the urge to reach out and touch him as the fresh scents of warm skin and soap wafted off him to tantalize her nose as she came to a stop in front of him, her eyes meeting his, the question reflected in them as well. Her indignant anger was being burned away by something even more primal and she felt almost as if she were vibrating as she dragged in one heavy breath after another as she looked up at him and watched his features twist into a mask of anguish

He actually felt his heart lurch and leap in his chest when he heard her say: "I know about you." And scenario after scenario flashed through his mind as to how to handle the fact that Lois knew his secret. As, she qualified her statement he realized, that his worst fear had not come to pass, but it was a close second. He hated to see her so agitated and now his guilt and shame over what he had let happen came to the fore. He started to reach for her, but though better of it and let his hands drop to his sides. "Lois, I'm sorry. I... I thought it was better, since you didn't seem to have any recollection of what we did. I was embarrassed and ashamed to have... I mean... We're friends and I... It shouldn't have happened. I really, really am sorry. He apologized, having a hard time finding the right words. "No one else knows." He added. He had tried to lower his gaze, but her clear bright eyes held his, wide and searching, seeking the truth in his words. The minutes ticked by in silence with her only response being her hand flexing into fists and relaxing at her sides. She seemed to be struggling. Her breathing, although deep, was ragged and there was an almost vibrating tension in her stance. To see her like this sent a strange feeling through him. He had no reference for it, but all he wanted to do was reach for her and draw her into his arms and tell her that everything was okay. The feeling was so strong, his hands were already moving when she finally spoke.

She believed him. She knew he was only trying to protect her, but she was a big girl, she could handle it. Realization hit her, almost like a physical blow, she wasn't angry with him for what he had done, what they had done, but simply that he hadn't told her. She saw his hands rise, as if to reach for her, his eyes soft and compassionate and she was sorely tempted to accept the unspoken offer of comfort, but she didn't know what that would do to the last shreds of self-control she was still desperately holding in place. "You knew all this time?" she asked for verification and he nodded, his hands freezing only inches from her arms. "Do you think about it?" she continued her enquiries and he nodded again. "I can't stop thinking about it." She stated and licked her lips, which felt dry and swollen. "Did... Did you like it? The stuff we did. The way...?" she left her question hanging, but in no way unclear.

Clark nodded yes to each of her questions, deciding she deserved the honesty as he watched her almost painfully work through her queries as well as feeling a deep ceded need to be honest with her, yet not quite able to trust his voice. He paused before answering her last question with more than just a nod. "Yes... Lois. I'm not precisely proud of my actions, but I did like having sex with you. I liked it a lot, all of it. It was good, amazing actually." He answered, glad that the sweat pants he wore were quite baggy as his cock twitched and started to harden. "Did you?" he asked, suddenly curious, but slightly distracted. There was a scent wafting off her. It contained the usual elements of vanilla and honey that he had associated with Lois since he had net her, but there was also something else, something vaguely and excitingly familiar. He took a deeper breath, trying to identify the mystery component.

Lois stifled another groan as his words sunk into her consciousness and her body responded by clenching her sex, her intimate flesh rubbing against itself and expelling another flood of molten cream from her depths to soak into her panties. She scraped her fingernails against the material of her skirt, feeling them on her thigh underneath as she fought the urge to touch the smooth skin of his chest. She knew, without a shadow of a doubt that if she surrendered just that little bit, all would be lost. That, single touch would open a floodgate she didn't want to control. "Yes... and..." she replied hesitantly. "Oh to hell with it. They were both more or less consenting adults and if he pushed her away, and she had read all the signs wrong, then so be it." She told herself and then for all intents and purposes launched herself at him, literally jumping him. She collided with his solid frame, her arms going around his neck as her lips met his. She saw his eyes widen with surprise and he remained stiff and unresponsive for what felt like an impossibly long moment and then his arms were around her, his head tilting and his lips shifting and opening under hers.

He saw her pause for a moment and then his arms were suddenly full of Lois Lane. He couldn't hide his surprise or shock at her sudden ardent explosion. His dick lurched as he wrapped his arms around her warm curvaceous form as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his. He froze, caught off guard, not knowing how to react. He couldn't deny that her body felt good against his and her increased proximity also led him to identify the mystery nuance to her scent. It was her arousal and it even came with a matching taste. The logical part of his mind tired to convince him what he was thinking and what his throbbing dick was urging him to do was absurd. There were no excuses. If he did this it was because he wanted to. "Was it simply lust and opportunity? Or, something more? Either could ruin their friendship, but Christ, he wanted Lois and she undeniably wanted him, even if he didn't have a clue as to her motivation. To hell with it. There were consequences either way." He thought and then returned her kiss with the same passion with which she had initiated it.

They kissed hungrily, lips sliding and sucking sensuously while tongues dueled and explored, one moment entangled enemies, the next co-operative allies. He sunk to the stairs, drawing her with him. She rested on top of him for a moment and then slid onto the stair next to him, both of them resting on their hips as their hands started to explore each other while they continued to kiss.

Lois felt all her doubts and uncertainties vanish under the force of her passion and his. Lips shifted from lips to skin and hands moved from exploration to purposeful manipulation as she fondled the throbbing, growing tube of his erection through the material of his sweat pants. She came to the conclusion he wasn't wearing anything else besides the sweats and verified her conclusion by worming her hand under the waistband and finding his smooth hard flesh. He hissed as she stroked him, his lips sucking at the skin of her throat. The step dug into her side, but she didn't care a she moaned softly when his hand slip up the inside of her thigh, with warm, tingling, tickling pressure, his wrist hiking up her skirt until his strong fingers found the soaked gusset of her panties and began to apply rubbing pressure on her swollen lips and sensitive folds. Her sex clenched in response and she rocked her hips to press harder against his hand as it cupped her crotch. His cock was hot and pulsing with life, smooth and hard, resisting the grip of her hand as she skimmed her fist along its length. The sparks of pleasure his fingers were causing radiated through her belly and up into her chest, hardening her nipples, making the skin on her breasts feel tight and the texture of her blouse felt impossibly rough, the stiff support of her bra irritably restraining and she wanted out of them both.

Clark let himself go, surrendering completely to the desire Lois sparked in him. The plundered each other's mouths hungrily and then switched to tasting each other's skin as her hands explored his chest and back. He dragged in a heavy breath when her hand found the still hardening tube of his erection, running her hand over it and then worming her hand into his sweats to wrap her warm fist around it. He ran his hand from the strong column of her neck and down her back, wishing her blouse wasn't there, and the same for her skirt as he fondled her ass for a moment before letting his hand move on. He found the smooth skin of the back of her thigh and drew his hand around until he was sliding up along the inside of her thigh, kneading the sumptuously firm flesh and forcing her skirt up as he went. He could feel the heat of her sex before he touched it and began to rub two of his finger back and forth across it over the soaked cotton of her panties. They were so saturated, that he could feel her moisture coat his fingers as she pressed against his hand. Her stroking, twisting gripping hand on his cock made his ass clench and his hips bucked, thrusting his shaft through the channel of her fist.

An unspoken signal passed between them, their need for more evident and self-explanatory in the look they shared. She moved one step up and he one down as she moved onto her back and he shifted between her spread legs. She scrabbled at the waistband of his sweatpants and managed to get them free of his hips and cock to push them down. He ran both his hands up the side of her thighs, forcing her skirt up and reaching for he panties. He grasped the waistband and started to pull them down. They must have snagged on the step somehow and in his haste he also underestimated the strength he was using and he ended up tearing the cotton undergarment off her. The sound of the tearing material was harsh and jarring. He paused in incredulous surprise, holding the ruined scrap of black cotton in his hand. He found her eyes and saw naked lust burning in them. She flashed him the single most wickedly sexy smile he had ever seen. "Don't stop now... Smallville." She instructed him, her voice a husky, honeyed caress to his ears and a death knell to the last of his restraint.

Clark moved between her legs and they both gasped as he positioned himself and with hardly a pause drove into her. He felt the heat of her sex as he neared it, and then it was surrounding him in molten pressure. He felt her nails scrape down his back and then she was grasping his ass, her palms hot and her fingernails ten points of fiery encouragement as she pulled him into her. He threw his head back and arched his spine as he thrust into her slick, but tight and resisting flesh, his cock forging a delightful path of tingling friction through her and along him. He heard her hiss out a long drawn out: "YESSSSSSSSS!" as his shaft delved into the grip of her clutching depths. "Indeed." He agreed on a heavy groan.

She moved back slightly with the force of their collision, before she could brace herself enough. Her mouth opened as she let out a soft cry at the impact and he captured it passionately, letting his tongue invade her mouth as his shaft was invading her snatch. Her wide clear eyes never closed and he starred into their reflective depths as he rocked back and forth inside her, feeling her adjust to him. Her sex twisted and flexed around him, pulsing with the beat of her heart. Liquid heat rolled over his shaft as she flooded with sex grease, her body as eager to aid his plumbing of her intimate flesh, as it had been resistant. His cock jerked and he added a thick dollop of his own lubrication to the silky, slippery mixture.

Lois felt him spread her lips and press through her folds and gasped as he was suddenly driving into her. She had been anticipating it, but was still not ready to feel him force aside and plough through the tight flesh of her sex. Her flesh resisted him in a battle she was glad to lose, yet was unable not to fight, making him force his way into her with a blazing trail of enjoyably pleasurable friction. She hissed out the word "yes" as they became one and she felt the beginning of a release to the tension that had plagued her since she had first remembered that she and Clark had, had sex. She dragged her fingernails down his back, applying pressure and testing his flexing muscles until she reached the hard globes of his buttocks. She flexed her hands, her fingers digging into his flesh until it resisted them and she squeezed and pulled him toward her, encouraging him to drive deeper into her.

She couldn't and didn't want to stifle the soft cry that spilled from her lips when his pelvis collided with hers. The strength of the impact forced her backwards before she could brace herself, but the stairs would only let her move so far before she was pressing back against him. His cock buried to the balls in her flesh leaving her feeling full and sending sparks of pleasure shooting into her belly as he ground against her clit. His head dropped and his lips plundered hers with a hungry, searching tongue. Her sex rippled around him, twisting and squeezing as it tested his firmness and adjusted to his thick, hard, long, slowly rocking shaft. She felt herself flood with cream, adding more lubrication to her already soppy snatch.

She undulated beneath him, her hips rolling and rocking to add her impetus to their grinding connection. Their position on the stairs allowed her to place her feet flat and thrust up and back onto his shaft, driving it just that little bit deeper inside her, and once again press against her cervix. It also meant that Clark could rest on his knees to support his weight, which left his hands free. She raised her head to maintain their passionate kiss as he moved back, nipping at his lower lip, stretching it, until it moved out of her range and she settled back. He flashed her a smile and licked his now swollen lower lip. His hands moved to the buttons of her blouse. They continued to move together, keeping his cock sliding back and forth inside her, but remaining almost completely inside her. She liked seeing the hunger in his eyes as he fumbled at the buttons. She could somehow feel a sense of power and strength emanating from him and it thrilled her. She didn't know how she could have missed it before. It was part of what intrigued her about her memories of their encounter. He had taken her and she had surrendered willingly, wantonly in a way that was both scary and exhilarating. She had never handed over control in that way before. She had allowed a few of her previous lovers the illusion of it, but never truly allowed herself to let go, not until then, not until now.

Whether his patience or his dexterity failed him, she couldn't say, but the buttons of her blouse paid for it. The first might have been an accident, but the rest was a conscious decision from him as he simply pulled it apart. Again, he paused, this time it was just a momentary hic up of time as if he had surprised himself. She pushed her shoulders back and ached her back, pressing her breasts into his hand as he cupped and squeezed them. His hands were hot and her nipples scraped irritatingly against the cups of her bra as they hardened and grew, straining against the material and the pressure of his fondling hands. "The clasps in front!" she informed him, shocked at the desperate eagerness in her voice. She was grateful, that the clasp to the bra was in the front and even more so when he found it quickly. The pressure of the now-constricting undergarment increased for a moment as he worked the clasp and then she actually sighed in relief as he unhooked it and brushed the cups aside. The air felt cool against the hot skin of her pert globes for the few moments they were not covered by his strong, fondling fingers.

Clark felt his sense of inhibition dwindle with the sheer joy of once again being deep inside Lois, feeling her body underneath his, having her taste on his lips and the scent of her arousal in his nostrils. Memories, no matter how vivid and details, were simply no substitute for actually being and experiencing the moment. This could be the biggest mistake he would ever make, but right then, he didn't care, and his desire for her overrode everything else. He could feel her breasts, brushing against his chest, separated by the material of her blouse and her bra underneath, pressing against him as they breathed. He wanted to feel them, taste them, and refresh his memories.

He made to break their kiss, but her head rose with his, maintaining their lip lock and then her teeth captured his lower lip. She didn't let go until it was stretched to its limits. He smiled down at her, licking his now-swollen lip, her action spoke to him of a match to the wild, hungry, passion he felt boiling in his blood and he reached for her blouse. He had intended to unbutton it, but the buttons were small and his fingers jittery as electric ripples of pleasure ran through him as they continued to writhe together, his cock sliding back and forth in the molten, slippery, but tight grip of her channel. The button he was working on suddenly popped off, flying over his shoulder. He paused in surprise and then gave his desire full reign and simply pulled the front of her blouse apart, sending the rest of the button flying and revealing her breasts with only the single barrier of her bra between him and them.

He fondled them, cupping and squeezing them, weighing them against his memories and feeling the difference between her smooth skin and the texture of the lace. He could feel the peaks of her nipples pressing against the material and against his palms and he rolled them softly, feeling her shift and press into his touch. He was about to reach behind her when she informed him that the clasp was in the front, her voice colored by her need, hungry, eager and sultry. He found the clasp and was surprised, this time that by some miracle he didn't rip or in some other way destroy the undergarment. He noticed and catalogued new details about her breasts. He could make out faint, barely their tan lines and a smattering of freckles on the curved valley of her cleavage. Her areola were raised, shallow cones topped by hard upturned tubes about the length and diameter of the first joint of his middle finger, both painted in varying shades of dusky pink.

His hands sought her pert globes eagerly feeling their heat soak into his skin as his palms cupping the lower curves; his fingers cradling the sides and his thumbs found her nipples. He flicked and rolled the turgid nubs, his thumbs rubbing across her breast, areola and nipple, feel the differences in texture, the difference between satin and silk. He lowered his head and lightly ran his tongue around her nipple in a decreasing spiral before sucking it and a mouthful of her tit flesh into his mouth and suckling at it.

Lois let one of her hands travel back up along his spine, the other still rhythmically kneading his ass cheek to beat of their rocking and rolling hips. Her hand found the back of his neck and then her fingers where sliding through his hair as she cupped his head and pressed his sucking mouth even firmer against her breast. Each time he sucked at her flesh her nipple was surrounded by hot, wet pressure that radiated surges of ecstatic delight into her chest to rev up her heart and make her breath hitch. His cock, even with its shallow strokes, stoked fire inside her, heating the furnace of her growing orgasm.

They found another moment of unspoken synchronicity and as if some strange and arbitrary set of conditions had finally been met, they began to move with the simple and sole purpose of giving and receiving pleasure. His strokes got longer, harder and she matched him with eager abandon. He drove through her cervix and into her womb on the fourth or fifth stroke, making her cry out sharply and her spine curve as an electric fire mixture of pain and pleasure rippled along it. He faltered slightly at the pain in her cry, but she quickly urged him not to stop; to continue; to make her feel good.

What followed was a wild, grunting, groaning, moaning, whining, pumping, thrusting, rocking, rolling, grinding, pounding, writhing, clutching, licking, sucking, nipping, biting, scratching, straining ride. A, race to climax that was cheered on with lavish praises, sultry suggestions, enthusiastic encouragement and dire threats from both of them as their bodies met again and again and again. Hot skin tingled as they slid against each other, the contact eventually becoming lubricated and smooth by a layer of sweat as each of them exerted themselves in the pursuit of release. Her legs curled around him as his arm wrapped around her as they ground together in a momentary, panting lull in the storm of their passionate coupling.

Lois was so close she could taste her orgasm. Nerves sparked and muscles misfired, making her tremble and her sex quiver around his throbbing shaft. She wanted to reach that pinnacle, wanted him to push her over the edge into the mindless oblivion and freedom of climax, yet at the same time she didn't want what he was doing and the building sensation deep in her gut to end.

Clark had to lift his mouth from her breast, his teeth gritting and his jaw clenching as he tried to control his churning balls. His cock twitched and throbbed in the tight confines of her pussy and womb. His powers meant nothing, his breath burned in his lungs as he gulped in air, his muscles tensing and relaxing with the effort to remain still and regain some of his composure to prolong the exquisite experience he was sharing with Lois.

He failed and pulling back thrust back into her, starting their wild steeple chase race once more, with the home stretch now inevitably in sight. Without, the brace of her feet on the stair, his powerful thrusts began to move her up the staircase. The jarring impacts from the stairs beneath her on her shoulders, back, and butt and his pelvis slamming into hers drew grunts and cries from her for different reasons. A sweet mixture of pleasure and pain fed and kept her climax at bay all at the same time as they crashed together wetly, again and again.

She felt his rhythm begin to falter even as his thrust somehow grew even harder, more powerful; his grinding even more intense and she knew the end was near. Her own climax teetered on a knife's edge, the dam of her will barely containing the flood of energy that roiled behind it, seeking and testing, looking for that moment of blessed weakness that would allow it to break free and rush through her senses in a powerful torrent of incandescent pleasure.

Clark felt his balls tightened and the surge start to gather momentum along his length even as he drove into her velvety grip once more. He felt her legs tighten around him, her fingernails digging into the hard muscles of his shoulders and their bodies collided one more time. She cried out sharply at the brutal power of his thrust, but he could not stop himself He continued to drive into her, thrusting with his legs after the range of his hips were exhausted, the tight ring of her cervix giving him the final stimulus to push him over the edge. He pulled his hands off her back and out of her hair as he felt them tense beyond his control and felt them bite into the carpet covered wood of the stair next to her head with his unbridled strength. She cried out again, this time a long drawn out wail. Fire raced up his spine as his butt clenched and his back arched and he threw his head back and let out a stuttered roar that matched the intense pulsing spurts of his release. His cock expanded and deflated as he pumped his essence into the inviting heat and pressure of her sex, pressing against the now tight, death grip of her spasming channel.

Lois cried out in pain, as he slammed into her, burying himself deeper inside her than he ever had before. The shock of her pain and the accompanying surge of pleasure was her undoing. His thick, long shaft had not just pierced her, but also the fragile, strained dam of her will that was keeping the rampaging flood of her climax at bay to prolong the wild ride they were pursuing to fuel it. She cried out again in the strained, hoarse wail of a stranger as her sex tensed with the maelstrom of electric sensation that spread from their connection to inundate her body. Her body tightened around him as muscles seized in response to the powerful erotic energy now coursing through her nerves. Her head pressed back hard against he carpet of the stair beneath it until it found the unyielding wood beneath. She felt him expand against the intensely tight grip of her clenched, twisting, climaxing channel and join the liquid heat of his semen to her river of lubricating sex grease. The taut muscles of her stomach quivered, pressing against his hard torso, finding an answering shudder from it. Her flesh tried to resist him tensing even more, a strained ache mixing with the next wave of pleasure the effort created. Her sex flexed around his pulsing shaft and she panted fast and shallow, unable to find enough air to fill her burning lungs as motes of light danced before her wide-open eyes. She felt as if her heart might explode as it hammered at her ribs and made her blood sing in her ears, and for the longest moment, she actually thought she might die and then the intensity of her climax finally started to wane.

Clark blinked, trying to bring himself under control as he felt Lois quiver under him. He dragged in lungfuls of air, blessedly cool and soothing to his burning chest. He felt himself drain into her, the small of his back tightening as his cock jerked with heavy spurt after heavy spurt of his seed. Her sex flexed and clutched at his shaft, milking him dry, each firm squeeze sending another surge of pleasure up his spine to keep his vision blurred and his heart racing. He felt a momentary sense of panic and worry for Lois as her breathing had become a rapid shallow pant mixed with a whining whimper, her face a mask of strain and ecstasy. He wanted to stop, to somehow smooth away the pain that marred, yet at the same time intensified her climactic beauty, but his body would not yield to his control. Not until his orgasm had run its course. He grunted as his reserve of ejaculate finally found its limit and he had no more to pour into her.

He was glad to see the strain leave her face, his body also experienced a sudden lack of energy, drained by dealing with the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced. He tried to lock his arms as she felt his weight drop on top of her, but was only partially successful. He didn't crush her, but his heaving chest flattened her breasts, the hard points of her nipples pressed into his skin, hot in contrast to the warm pillows of her tit flesh. He took a deep steadying breath, the scent of sex and climax a heavy spicy miasma around them as he mustered his strength. He clenched his teeth and with supreme effort raised himself up and rolled off her. They both groaned loudly as he slid from her.

Lois felt Clark's weight settle on her, flattening her breasts and making her sensitive nipples spark sending echoes of pleasure playing tag with each other across her senses. She was limp, drained of energy and completely and utterly sated and satisfied. The tension inside her was gone and she luxuriated in its absence and he warm solid, comfort of his body resting on hers. Her memories had been nothing compared to this. She had just experienced the most intense orgasm of her life and it had been with Clark Kent. Clark Kent. Why hadn't she seen his potential? She was usually so much better at reading people, but then again she had never expected this from anyone, not even from herself. She felt him tense and then with a grunt he lifted himself and then they both groaned as she rolled off her, pulling himself from her intimate confines. She hadn't wanted him to move, yet was unable muster the words or actions to stop him.

They lay next to each other near the head of the landing as their breathing and heart rates returned to normal and the sweat began to dry. She could feel the slow trickle of his semen mixed with her juices along the inside of her thigh and her sex still twitched sporadically as she processed what they had just done.

Clark was stunned by his behavior and surprised by Lois' response. He had never believed he could consciously and in full control of his faculties do that to a woman, much less a friend. He had unleashed an animal side of him he had only glimpsed under the influence of Red Kryptonite, but it had been more than just lust. That every first kiss from her had suddenly shown him potential he had been completely blinded to in the past. He had hurt her though, physically and he felt twinge guilt. "Lois? You okay?" he queried softly as the silence stretched out. "I'm good." She replied. "But I'll have to let you know when I try to walk." She continued. She could feel her body coming back to life, but a deep lassitude still pervaded her as well-used muscles complained and small aches from where she had hit the stairs made themselves known, but neither really made a dent in the warm blanket of satiation that enfolded her body. "Lois?" he called her name, a note of question in his voice. "Yes, Clark?" she acknowledged that he had her attention. "That was amazing." He stated and she concurred with a heartfelt and sincere: "God, yes." She heard him swallow. But, what does this mean and where do we go from here? I..." he continued to the heart of his question.

She let out a slow breath. "I don't know what it means, Clark. I know that it does mean something though... and I'd like to find out whatever that is. But, as to where it goes from here, my vote is maybe your bed. These stairs are quite hard and I'm just more than a little tired after cumming harder and longer than I ever have before. That's as much of an answer as I can give you at the moment. Is it enough?" she suggested and despite herself closed her eyes held her breath as she awaited his response. "It's enough, Lois. It's enough." He replied after a drawn out moment and as she opened her eyes she just managed to exhale before his lips settled on hers.

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