She kissed him.
The video game controller clattered to the ground as Davis completely forgot about the game that had started the tussle.
His hands had better things to do.
Bringing his arms down from where they had been outstretched over his head, he moved them so he could spear his fingers into her soft tousled hair.
Chloe's lips were soft and warm against his, but he felt an underlying hunger. Holding her head, he slanted his mouth against hers into a more aggressive kiss. He swiped his tongue out over her lips and tasted champagne. She moaned and opened her lips, shifting her body against him. Rubbing against him. His body reacted. Chloe shifted again, hooking her thigh over his hip. Her skirt was snug and he felt the material bunching up to her waist with the maneuver. He caught a glimpse of bare thigh. He groaned into her mouth. One hand released her soft hair in favor of placing his hand over that bare skin, pressing her hips into his. He needed her to know just how much her wanted her.
He plunged his tongue into her mouth, an involuntary growl rising in his throat.
Electricity. Fire and electricity. It raced along all Chloe's nerve endings, flaring and pulsing.
Davis' mouth was hot and tasted of champagne. His darting tongue pierced her with wet fire. His hand on her bare thigh branded her skin and sent sparks into her core.
He was pressing into her hips, caused an answering heat in hers. She began moving her hips against him causing pulses of electricity to flare outward.
She wanted to feel more of him. One of his hands remained tangled in her hair. A soft contrast to the burning hand on her thigh. It wasn't enough. She needed more contact.
Her clothes, his clothes.
They blocked the electric currents, but to remove them she would have to break the kiss.
Almost as if he read her thoughts, she felt Davis' hands release and move between them. She whimpered when the one left her leg, but was silenced when he moved to the buttons of her blouse. One by one the little buttons popped to his pale, long-fingered hands.
She always thought he had beautiful hands. Strong, but delicate looking. Hands that saved lives. She had wondered if they would be calloused like those of so many people back in Smallville. They tickled the bare skin of her shoulder as he pushed the sheer blouse off, but they felt warm and smooth.
Moving off to the side slightly, but still not breaking the kiss, she helped him untangle her arms from the black patterned blouse. She still had on the black tank underneath.
Davis eagerly explored the exposed new territory of her shoulders with his long hands. Chloe shivered in response. When his hands spread across her collarbones and then down over her still-covered breasts, she found herself unconsciously pushing them into his hands.
She remembered thinking before that he would have hands perfectly sized to hold them. She was right. He weighed her breasts carefully in his hands, then started massaging. Even through the layers of her shirt and bra, she felt the warmth of his touch.
She needed more of it.
Too many damn clothes.
Breaking the kiss, she pulled her legs up, moving until she was kneeling astride him. She would have much better leverage here for the removal of clothes. She froze when she looked down at Davis. He was breathing hard, his eyes flickering flames as they looked up at her. A heated shiver ran down her spine at his look.
No one had EVER looked at her like that. Not Jimmy. Certainly not Clark. Not even the few other boys over the years that showed her a brief moment of attention.
Jimmy had looked at her with eagerness when they were physical, but it was nothing like THIS.
Davis' fiery eyes looked at her like he would burn them alive and they would scream from the pleasure of it.
Chloe stopped breathing and stared enraptured.
Davis wasn't so frozen. His hands moved to her waist and underneath the edges of the tank. As he slowly slid his hands up her sides, they left tingling trails on her skin. He leaned up slightly into a crunch position so he could keep reaching up, pushing her shirt as his hands traveled. Chloe was distractedly impressed. He must have incredible core strength to hold the awkward position.
But then again, she had seen his abs and knew them to be very impressive.
Her shirt was now bunching up around her breasts. She gripped the edge away from Davis and pulled it the rest of the way over her head. Davis gazed in heated wonder at her breasts, now covered only by a black lace bra.
Thinking about his abs kindled a desire in her to see his beautiful bare torso again. Especially now that she could touch.
She smiled slightly down at him and began using his own move against him, catching the edge of his shirt bottom on her hands and sliding upward.
Oh God. The feel of him.
His skin was smooth and absolutely perfect. Combined with the pale whiteness, it could almost be marble. The muscles underneath her hands were hard enough to be stone.
But marble would never be this warm.
He leaned up again in crunch position and pulled his own shirt off over his head.
She didn't try to hold back when he was bare before her. She traced his pecs, then the lines of his stomach muscles.
It amazed her that such a beautiful man was half-naked under her. A beautiful half-naked man with the evidence of his desire insistently pressing against her. Her skirt had gotten even more crumpled up when she straddled him. It only barely covered her hips now from his eyes. Underneath though, the only things between them were her matching lace panties, his jeans, and his underwear.
Is he a boxers man? Briefs? Boxer-briefs?
Just be anything but Christmas M&M's...
She looked up to his eyes again, wondering if she could figure it out without looking.
His eyes were tracing the line of her bra with undisguised desire, but flicked up to meet hers when he sensed her looking.
Chloe felt suddenly playful. She wanted to see if she could figure out his underwear choice while at the same time trying to see if she could make those fires in his eyes flare even brighter.
Experimentally, she snapped her hips where they were pressed against his, hoping to see if she could feel his underwear line. When she moved over the hardness she felt there, she forgot to think about boxers versus briefs. She blinked. It was a very impressive hardness.
Davis gasped, and tilted his head back, closing his eyes. His whole body shivered. Chloe watched the play of his bare muscles in fascination.
She realized she had been distracted from her little game, so she snapped her hips again, but this time his hands moved to settle on her waist. Using his hands to direct her, he began to guide her movements. He moved her hips with less of a snap and more of a glide. Blinking in surprise as he did so, Chloe forgot all about her little mental game again. She began to see why he was adjusting her movements. With her skirt all bunched up, the gliding rubbed her barely body along the hard ridge of him, sending ripples of pleasure with each movement. Davis adjusted his hands again, moving them to rest against the bare skin of her waist just above her bunched skirt. He tilted his hands back, so she moved to meet their angle, slightly reclining. Gliding forward again, she felt the reason. It exposed her more. He hit her body with both her movement forward and back. She also knew that with each forward movement, if it weren't for their clothes, we would be burying himself into her.
Pressure began to build inside of her as she let Davis guide her hip movements. At the top of each forward, he pressed his hips up like we was going to join with her. Chloe was lost to the sensations. The heat of his hands on her skin. The fiery pulses from her center. The pressure. Oh God, the pressure. It was pushing at her, in her. The pressure was all there was of her. Until it...released.
Chloe screamed as she exploded, grinding helplessly into Davis as he kept pushing, pushing. Finally she collapsed forward onto his bare chest, gulping air. She felt Davis shift his hands away from her waist. One moving to settle over her bare back. The other to cup her head where it lay against his chest.
It took her several long moments to realize she had just had what may be the best orgasm of her life...dry humping. Her cheeks flamed.
She had never thought about anything like...THAT.
She was just about to speak, when Davis beat her to it.
"My God, Chloe. That was ridiculously hot."
Knitting her brows, she looked up at him. He looked perfectly sincere and more than a little awed.
Still feeling embarrassed, she hid her face in his chest. She couldn't help it, her hands idly began kneading the pale warm skin.
"Chloe? Are you ok?"
She nodded into his chest.
"Hey, look at me." She slowly lifted her face to look at him. His eyes looked like carefully banked fires now, but also flickered with some deeper emotion. Taking the hand from her head, he used it to tilt her chin up. He leaned forward to kiss her.
As soon as his lips found hers, her shame melted away. Her eyes slid shut. This kiss was heavy and drugging, like the kiss in The Talon apartment on her birthday. It claimed and branded, starting the fire in the pit of her stomach again. It had never really gone out for her either. It just waited. Without conscious thought, her hips began to move again. His hands snapped down to her waist, stilling her movement. Her eyes popped open in surprise. Breaking the kiss, he said, "I don't know if I can handle that again. Let's try this instead." Removing his hands from her waist, he leveraged back on his elbows until he could sit up. She was still astride his lap with her legs bent under her. Supporting her on his lap, he shifted until he was sitting upright on the couch with his back against the backrest. She was now looking eye level with him, with her legs on either side of his.
Smiling and taking her face in his hands, he pulled her into a kiss again.
Chloe decided she liked the new position when she realized that she now had better access to allow her hands to roam more of his body. She placed her hands over his chest and curled her fingers into the sleek muscle. His skin was smooth and surprisingly silky. She was temporarily distracted from his bare skin when Davis began kissing along her shoulder and up along her neck. When he found a place near her ear that made her shiver, he began laving it with his tongue. Pleasurable shivers raced down her spine. Her hands began kneading into the hard muscle of his chest with each shiver. His hand was rubbing along her back, tracing each shiver, and the other was stroking along her side. His thumb making small, almost-ticklish-but-not-quite movements up her side. Then around to her stomach, and up, until he was tracing circles right below her bra. Her breasts tingled with the wanting of his hand on them.
"Touch me, Davis," she groaned into his ear as he kept licking fire along her neck and ear.
He pulled away and met her eyes again. His own were heavy lidded and filled with that unholy fire again. She stared back, entranced by the dancing flames.
Holding her eyes, he moved his hands around and settled them over her bra-covered breasts reverently. Then he very deliberately dropped his eyes to her breasts as he used his thumbs to slowly push down the upper edge of the lacy cups. He tucked the edge of the bra under her breasts, causing the flesh to plump up. With slow and deliberate motions, he used the ball of each thumb to make slow circles.
Chloe found her breathing quickening. She couldn't look away from the sight of Davis and his hands on her breasts. Pulses of heat shot from her breasts into her center.
She thought it was achingly perfect, until he lifted his eyes to meet hers again before slowly leaning forward and taking one globe into his mouth. Without conscious thought, Chloe released a cry of unadulterated pleasure and threw her head back. She was a massive, tingling ball of sensation with Davis' tongue and lips and gentle teeth on her breast as the epicenter. She grasped his head with both hands and pressed her chest forward into his mouth, wanting more, More, MORE.
When he broke away, a cry of distress was on her lips, but then he switched to the other breast. The distress turned to encouragement by the time it left her mouth. His hand moved to covered the abandoned breast so it wouldn't get chilled.
Her hips began to move again as she pressed forward into his mouth.
She felt that telltale pressure begin to build, but she fought it even as her hips moved against him of their own accord. She didn't want to complete like that again. She wanted him. She wanted all of him this time.
Her words came out as breathy pants. "Davis...I..." She gulped and tried again. Damn it, why wouldn't her hips stay still? She was getting too close to that edge again. "Davis...I want..."
With a wet noise he released her breast. Chloe fought the bereft feeling, but clung to the edge of sanity as some of the pressure leveled off. He looked at her with heavy, molten eyes. His hands were still on her breasts as he said huskily. "What do you want, Chloe?"
He flicked his tongue against her chest and she shivered again. Oh God, so close... Her breath rattled out. "You..."
One of Davis hands moved quickly to catch her around the nape of her neck. Chloe jolted into awareness sharply. Her eyes snapped wide open to meet his. His voice was deep and thick. "That was all I needed to hear."
He pulled her head down to him and kissed her with ferocious hunger. The kiss told her without words that he was teetering on the same edge as her. His hands moved around and grasped her under her backside, supporting her as he stood up from the couch. Chloe wrapped her legs around his torso and he carried her, their lips still tightly fastened. Her useless skirt was bunched around her waist and her chest tickling against his with each of his steps.
Author's Note: This interlude will actually have 3 chapters, so check back for updates. I dedicate the first chapter to "J" who was so eager for me to post it! Glad to be your guilty pleasure!