Clark lay awake in his bed. He was truly happy and excited for the first time in a while. He now finally found himself in the middle of his first truly adult relationship. Lois was completely different than Lana, it felt far more mature than his childhood romance with his next door neighbour,

Clark found himself falling asleep.

"Mmmm Clarrrk" What a dream

"oooh"

Clark stirred. Feminine moans continued.

Clark sat up. Of course Lois Lane his current dream girl was sleeping next door. Why would he not have sexual dreams about her.

"Ooooooh, Claark"

Clark shot out of bed alert. He wasn't dreaming. The noises were real.

Clark slowly crept out his bedroom over to the spare bedroom.

'Fucking hell" Clark thought

Lois was having one hell of a dream, she was moaning deep and gutturally. The jersey was up over her waist giving Clark a good look of her panties. Her hand was between her legs down the front of her underwear.

Clark was instantly hard as a rock. He recognised the moans too. From his time witnessing those three missing weeks Lois had in the future, when they had made love together. She had lost her memories of those weeks but obviously the feelings, the sensations remained.

He had to get out of here, what if she woke up saw him perving on her with his erection. Clark left her moaning and groaning loudly returning to his bed. He knew he wasn't going to get any sleep with the beautiful sounds she was making next door. Feeling a little bit of guilt his right hand crept down his chest underneath his boxer shorts.

Lois woke up very sweaty. With a sudden jerk of surprise she realised her hand was clamped between her legs. She could have laughed, she hadn't woke up like this since she was a teenager. Lois got out of bed intending to go to the bathroom. She passed Clarks bedroom the door was slightly ajar and his bedside lamp was on.

Her eyes glanced between the crack of the door. She felt her mouth quickly drop open and all the breath in her chest froze.

Oh. My. God.

This couldn't be real. She must still be dreaming. Clark Kent wait laid out before her naked, save for his boxers which were around his lower thighs.

Lois didn't know what part to take in first. At was a momentous amount of hot, sweaty beautiful skin. The firm lines of his shoulders, the bulging muscles of his arms, his heaving chiselled chest and then lower, she felt her cheeks turn red. She saw his flat stomach, she willed herself to run away before she was caught. Her eyes dropped lower and lower.

His hand was moving extremely fast, it was blurring quite a bit, the last time she had truly saw him was five years ago and he wasn't hard then. Now… well she really shouldn't be calling him Smallville. He was massive.

Clark shifted a little on the bed his eyes squeezed tight, he seemed to make a tiny noise of relief in his throat before continuing on with more intensity. His body started to curl in a bit, she saw his chest and his cheeks flush, she saw the light catch she sheen of sweat on his body. The room felt like it pulsed around her. She tried again to look away, but she could not. Not now. It occurred to her in the back of her mind that this was the first time she had ever seen a man masturbating before. She felt something deep within her starting to flutter and pulse, it hit right down between her hips and flared across and down, lingering between her legs with a thumping before shooting down them. Her breath started to catch in her chest, she tried to quiet it, her heart was pounding in her ears, she licked her lips.

He vagina gave a aching, tingling pound and she felt the tiniest moan break free from her throat. At this noise Clark seemed to speed up and coil further In on himself. The room faded from her view, her eyes solely focussed on him, her body pounded with each heartbeat and he seemed to jerk forward, hips thrusting, jaw clenching tight and he growled in a deep passionate voice

"Lois…"

Lois started panting, he had just said her name, well fuck… Her entire body started to tingle. Like a livewire, each nerve ending shooting off sparks and they all led back down towards the pounding, aching, heating pulse deep between her legs. She felt her pussy lips swell, her chest burned scarlet and she seemed to sway on her feet. She couldn't remember a time when she had been more aroused. Clark was about to come. She knew that. To hell with taking it slow.

Lois was across the room in seconds grabbed his hand to move it away from his big cock.

Clark whined and moaned. Before he realised what was going on.

"Lois.." Clark blinked back to reality. "Lois"

Clark blushed bright red as his hard dick was still pointing in her direction.

Lois sent him what she hoped was a reassuring smile. But she didn't know how it would come across. Probably predatory or angry. She wanted him. Dear god she wanted him.

Clark stared at her chest, her hard nipples prominent against the fabric of his jersey. He couldn't make out her expression, she looked so serious, but she didn't look like she was going to hit him or break up with him. He watched as Lois pulled his jersey above her heat exposing her beautiful body save for her panties to him. Lois leaned over and captured his mouth in a hungry, dirty kiss. The sensation of her nipples rubbing against his chest made his eyes roll back.

Clark broke the kiss "I heard you touching yourself when you were dreaming, god I couldn't stop, god you look…. You are so sexy"

Lois smiled, so she wasn't the only one.

"Glad it wasn't just me," she finished before placing her hands on the sides of his head and drawing him in for a passionate kiss.