Clois Fuckin in the Bathtub, Part 2

Lois and Clark lounged on opposite sides of the bathtub. They'd just had sex, and they were taking a bath before going to bed. It was a little challenging to accommodate both of them in the small space, but they managed it. Lois had her right arm propped up on the lip of the tub, and she absentmindedly ran her finger along it. Out the corner of her eye, she saw Clark staring at her in the way only he could, like he was deconstructing her. He lifted his hand from the cloudy water to rest on her knee and stroked his palm over it. She looked at him. His head was tilted, and he had a soft, indulgent smile on his face.

"Would you like me to go down on you?" he asked.

She smiled back and chuckled soundlessly. She looked out the textured window through which nothing but the blackness of the night was visible.

"I hadn't thought about it. I'm not opposed to the idea," she said rather coyly.

He shifted, and they untangled their legs. The water lapped haphazardly at the edge of the tub as he crawled forward. He got on his hands and knees and looked at her for a second before putting her legs on his shoulders and ducking his head below the water. She sighed and put her other arm on the edge of the tub. He gently bit her inner thighs, and she closed her eyes and leaned her head back. He held her hips and started teasing her clit with his tongue. The heat from the water made it feel even better. After a minute, she put her arms back in the water, clenched one hand in his hair, and stroked his shoulders with the other. She looked down. She couldn't see his head, but the arc of his back peeked over the surface of the water.

He parted her labia with his tongue and licked upward a few times. Then, he ground his nose against her, making her gasp. Water splashed out the tub as he pushed his body forward so the backs of her thighs were propped up vertically on his shoulders. She was sandwiched between the tub and his body with barely any wiggle room. He licked her again, then proceeded to suck on her clit while intermittently rubbing his tongue against it, hard. She gripped his hair tightly in both hands and released a sharp, whimpering noise. Every time he nudged forward, her thighs and lower back tensed, and her body jerked back, causing more water to splash onto the tile.

"Clark," she protested, but her voice was thick with pleasure.

After a couple minutes, the water was so low that her nipples were exposed, and they puckered painfully in the cool air. He pulled away and emerged from the water, breathing heavily. He looked like an angel, with his black hair stuck to his forehead and contrasting with his blue eyes. They were clouded with lust as he glanced her up and down, then he went under again and returned to his tortuous ministrations. She rocked helplessly back and forth, moaning loudly and saying "Ah!" every couple seconds. Her breaths became ragged, and she was desperate for more friction. She had never sat on his face before, but it was the closest she had ever come when she held his head still and ground her clit against the bridge of his nose. She screamed as she climaxed.

She blushed with embarrassment as she came to her senses, not just because she'd been so loud, but because she'd used his face as a sex toy. Clark, who was sitting up already, smiled at her amusedly. Despite her expectations, he didn't say anything, just let his eyes wander over her flushed face and body. He leaned forward and enveloped her left nipple, which was still incredibly hard, in his mouth. He almost seemed to be in a dream as he sucked it languidly, running his tongue over the bumpy surface, pulling away enough that the hard nub touched his lips, then taking it into his mouth again. She stared at his serene face and long eyelashes. His arms were bent and braced between her legs, and his shoulder muscles flexed as he shifted his weight. She pressed her hand to his jaw and neck. He pulled away and gave it one last, affectionate lick before moving to the other side. This time, he put his fingers underneath her breast and lifted it to his mouth. His right hand fondled her other breast, fingers splayed and gently pressing into the soft flesh.

Even though she had orgasmed just a few minutes ago, she was already wanting more as the needy throbbing between her legs returned. When he pulled away, she held his shoulders and kissed him. There was a bitter taste in his mouth that she couldn't place, and she pulled back with a curious expression. He laughed.

"It's soap," he said and turned his head to spit.

She realized her body was coated with it. She spat as well, and he grinned and kissed her cheek.

"We should take a shower," he said.

"Why?"

"We can't do it in here. It'll burn when I go in."

She nodded, and he stood and picked her up like a child, with his arm supporting her under her rear. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he carried her to the shower. He set her down and kept one arm around her as he leaned over to turn on the water. Her hands wandered over his abs, and she gazed down at his dick, which looked painfully hard. They kissed while they waited for the water to heat up. When it was ready, he led her by the hand into the stall and closed the glass door. They ran their hands over each other's bodies till the slickness of the soap was gone, then she grabbed his face in both hands and kissed him. He turned them so his back was against the wall, shut off the water, and lifted her up. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips, and he reached between them to guide his tip to her opening.

His lips parted as she pushed down onto him. She kissed him again and started grinding up and down rapidly. His fingers dug into her butt cheeks and bounced her up. She gasped loudly, and he panted against her cheek, then buried his face in her neck and bit her gently. He was definitely the hardest he'd ever been and clearly impatient. He spun them around, and she yelped as her back hit the cold tile. He held her under her thighs and pounded into her, grunting and squeezing his eyes shut. She cried out with every thrust. His movements became jerky, and he came with a loud, low purr. Lois cursed loudly as the muscles of her vagina spasmed. When it was over, he stayed inside for a couple seconds and sighed through an open mouth. She leaned her head back against the wall, exhausted.

He pulled out of her and let her down. Her legs were shaky, and she grabbed his waist for support as he held her arms. She felt something dripping out of her.

"I'm gonna need another shower."

He grinned drowsily.

"Sorry."

"No, you're not. Now, go to bed before you pass out in here."

He kissed her.

"Yes, Ma'am."