Chapter 13: Upstairs
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The couple continued their affair after Clark plopped Lana down onto her bed. Her face was already red and the sweat around her forehead made her hair a wild mess. He wasted little time, jumping on top of her and nuzzling her neck as she wrapped her legs around him. With the little space between them, she worked her hands frantically trying to open the buttons of shirt as their mouths tangled once more. She quickly lost patience, ripping his shirt in two. Clark paused and looked down at the torn fabric from his favourite flannel shirt. Lana mumbled a slight apology as her gaze went down from his neck to his bare chest and stomach. Her trance was disrupted when Clark reached down and tore her blouse in two, revealing the supple skin around her bra and her taut stomach. However, he made no apologies, instead repaying her with his mouth between her breasts and his fingers dancing along her sides and down into her pants.
Lana's arms loosely held Clark's head in place as he kissed and licked his way down her body, pausing only to pull her pants down the rest of the way and onto the floor along with her socks and shoes. He came back up, this time on her side, straddling one her legs and pressing himself against her thigh. He kissing her again and moved her hands with his to unclasp her bra. She did so, but with some hesitation. She couldn't believe this was happening, no one had ever seen her completely naked before - she felt self- conscious, exposed. The feeling soon was wiped away when Clark looked at her and smiled with his all his Kent charm and brought his mouth to her ear.
"You're a goddess," he whispered.
Lana bit her lip and blushed.
"I love you," he said, gazing into her eyes looking for a reaction.
She paused for a moment, not believing her ears at first. "I love you too," she finally responded, "and I'm going to show you how much. I want you."
"Are you sure that's a good idea?" he asked, while gently sucking on her earlobe.
"I'm on the pill, Clark."
"What? Since when?" Clark asked in shock.
"The day of the tornado. The day Whitney left. The day you saved me."
Clark started to say something, but she pressed one finger against his lips, silenced him, and proceeded to kiss him once more. They quickly picked up where they left off as their tongues swirled around each other. Lana, tired of being the only one naked, hastily grabbed the edge of Clark's pants with one hand and unbuttoned the fly with the other. He quickly caught on and instead of watching Lana struggle to get the pants off his long legs; he used his super speed and got them rest of his clothes off in an instant. Her eyes flashed wide as she saw finally saw Clark Kent in full light.
"I knew I kept you around for a reason."
Clark rolled his eyes as Lana put both of her hands behind his head and brought his lips down to her breast. He didn't need any more motivation and licked them with abandon. She arched her back in response and reached between Clark's legs and grabbed him roughly, tugging towards her, forcing him to move his body closer. Lana loved having a boyfriend she couldn't hurt, and apparently he didn't mind one bit as she felt him harden even more in her hand. Amazed at the power she had over him, she failed to notice that Clark had twisted his body around and was now placing soft kisses on the inside of her thighs.
She decided turnabout was fair play and stroked his shaft vigorously while nibbling on the wrinkly flesh below. Clark groaned and began lapping at the delicate folds nestled in between her silky smooth thighs with his tongue, savouring, exploring her for the first time, and making her whimper in delight. Lana in turn brought her mouth to engulf as much of his length as she could, applying great pressure with her lips and swirling her tongue along the bottom. She heard a muffled moan come from between her thighs and redoubled her efforts, sliding him in and out past her lips, grazing the top with her teeth. A moment later, it was Lana doing the moaning as Clark's tongue and two of his fingers probed her deeply, causing a great heat to surface, overwhelming her senses.
She wouldn't have minded staying like that forever, with her eyes rolled back into the back of her head, her skin tingling with excitement, but she couldn't ignore the feeling coming from deep within: naked desire. Lana untangled his head from her legs and pulled him up on top of her. Clark, his face still flushed, looked into her eyes with some uncertainty, as if saying 'I don't want to hurt you.' She gave him a seductive smile and whispered, "you could never hurt me, Clark," before reaching down and grabbing his ass with one hand and with the other, directed him into her depths. He went slowly, but Lana would have none of that, moving her hips up to meet his and holding him there. The pain was sharp but it quickly subsided as the other sensations racked her body, causing her to tremble and close her eyes, her mouth agape. Clark steadied her with his strong arms, and gently kissed her eyelids as they both felt complete for the first time in their lives.
Her eyes fluttered open and she let go of his hips, instead hooking them around his arms and grabbing onto his well-formed shoulders. They rocked together quickly establishing a rhythm, evidenced by the bed squeaking under their sweaty bodies. He tried to slow down to make the experience last longer, but it wasn't easy with the girl of your dreams beneath you squirming around, making it that much with harder. Lana kept pulling him toward her faster making it impossible to slow the pace, so Clark instead pressed onward with irrepressible want. She knew it would be over soon as he thrusted wantonly into her again and again, her head slightly thumping against the headboard each time. She slid the pillow up higher grabbed Clark, pulling his head into her shoulder, and holding on tight. She screamed his name as he drove into her one last time, as far as he could go, and collapsed on top of her, sweat dripping down his brow.
"Clark!" Lana screamed again, this time trying desperately to get him off.
Clark opened his eyes in concern and smelled the smoke coming from the Lana's hair, which he had buried his face in moments ago. He quickly rushed her into the bathtub and turned the shower on, dousing the flames.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry Lana, I just lost control of it," he exclaimed, half sobbing, while trying to cover his eyes in shame.
Lana pulled his chin up to look at her and stroked his cheek affectionately while the water streaked down the two of them.
"It's okay, Clark. I never knew I could inspire a fire like that in you."
Relieved that she was all right, he felt the urge to kiss her, which he did. A few seconds later, she felt him harden up against her leg once again.
"Clark?? Again?"
"Man. Of. Steel," he got out in between kisses.
They both laughed at this, until Clark shook his head and closed his eyes. He started rubbing his temples with his hands.
"Clark, are you okay?"
He fell to his knees as a high-pitched noise blanketed his mind. It screeched with great intensity, echoing, and vibrating causing his head to shake. The sound shifted in tone and frequency until he recognized it: a bird chirping outside. It shifted again, this time he heard leaves rustling from the wind. The patter of small feet, the kitchen faucet dripping, and various other sounds attacked his senses all at once. He moved his head around trying to gauge where the sounds were coming from but met no success.
"Clark! Clark, what's the matter," Lana asked, trying her best to hold him up with all her strength.
He tried to steady himself against her, as he lost his balance. The myriad of sounds became less frequent and finally subsided, leaving only one: the sound of a heartbeat, a fast but steady thumping. He placed a hand on Lana's chest and on his own. They didn't match what he heard.
"I think Nell's home," he said with concern.
"What?" asked Lana in surprise.
Clark sat down on the side of the tub as Lana rushed to the bedroom window, looked out and returned.
"Her car's not out there, was that your super-hearing kicking in?"
"Yeah, I heard a third heartbeat. Maybe I picked it out from across the street or something," he replied, finding the strength to stand once again.
"Maybe you should lie down and get some rest," she said, dragging him to the bed. She took some clothes from her dresser and headed back into the bathroom. "I'm gonna finish my shower," she continued. Clark persued and slipped his hand in the doorway, blocking her from closing it.
"You know I think a nice relaxing shower is just what I need," he replied, pushing his way in.
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The couple continued their affair after Clark plopped Lana down onto her bed. Her face was already red and the sweat around her forehead made her hair a wild mess. He wasted little time, jumping on top of her and nuzzling her neck as she wrapped her legs around him. With the little space between them, she worked her hands frantically trying to open the buttons of shirt as their mouths tangled once more. She quickly lost patience, ripping his shirt in two. Clark paused and looked down at the torn fabric from his favourite flannel shirt. Lana mumbled a slight apology as her gaze went down from his neck to his bare chest and stomach. Her trance was disrupted when Clark reached down and tore her blouse in two, revealing the supple skin around her bra and her taut stomach. However, he made no apologies, instead repaying her with his mouth between her breasts and his fingers dancing along her sides and down into her pants.
Lana's arms loosely held Clark's head in place as he kissed and licked his way down her body, pausing only to pull her pants down the rest of the way and onto the floor along with her socks and shoes. He came back up, this time on her side, straddling one her legs and pressing himself against her thigh. He kissing her again and moved her hands with his to unclasp her bra. She did so, but with some hesitation. She couldn't believe this was happening, no one had ever seen her completely naked before - she felt self- conscious, exposed. The feeling soon was wiped away when Clark looked at her and smiled with his all his Kent charm and brought his mouth to her ear.
"You're a goddess," he whispered.
Lana bit her lip and blushed.
"I love you," he said, gazing into her eyes looking for a reaction.
She paused for a moment, not believing her ears at first. "I love you too," she finally responded, "and I'm going to show you how much. I want you."
"Are you sure that's a good idea?" he asked, while gently sucking on her earlobe.
"I'm on the pill, Clark."
"What? Since when?" Clark asked in shock.
"The day of the tornado. The day Whitney left. The day you saved me."
Clark started to say something, but she pressed one finger against his lips, silenced him, and proceeded to kiss him once more. They quickly picked up where they left off as their tongues swirled around each other. Lana, tired of being the only one naked, hastily grabbed the edge of Clark's pants with one hand and unbuttoned the fly with the other. He quickly caught on and instead of watching Lana struggle to get the pants off his long legs; he used his super speed and got them rest of his clothes off in an instant. Her eyes flashed wide as she saw finally saw Clark Kent in full light.
"I knew I kept you around for a reason."
Clark rolled his eyes as Lana put both of her hands behind his head and brought his lips down to her breast. He didn't need any more motivation and licked them with abandon. She arched her back in response and reached between Clark's legs and grabbed him roughly, tugging towards her, forcing him to move his body closer. Lana loved having a boyfriend she couldn't hurt, and apparently he didn't mind one bit as she felt him harden even more in her hand. Amazed at the power she had over him, she failed to notice that Clark had twisted his body around and was now placing soft kisses on the inside of her thighs.
She decided turnabout was fair play and stroked his shaft vigorously while nibbling on the wrinkly flesh below. Clark groaned and began lapping at the delicate folds nestled in between her silky smooth thighs with his tongue, savouring, exploring her for the first time, and making her whimper in delight. Lana in turn brought her mouth to engulf as much of his length as she could, applying great pressure with her lips and swirling her tongue along the bottom. She heard a muffled moan come from between her thighs and redoubled her efforts, sliding him in and out past her lips, grazing the top with her teeth. A moment later, it was Lana doing the moaning as Clark's tongue and two of his fingers probed her deeply, causing a great heat to surface, overwhelming her senses.
She wouldn't have minded staying like that forever, with her eyes rolled back into the back of her head, her skin tingling with excitement, but she couldn't ignore the feeling coming from deep within: naked desire. Lana untangled his head from her legs and pulled him up on top of her. Clark, his face still flushed, looked into her eyes with some uncertainty, as if saying 'I don't want to hurt you.' She gave him a seductive smile and whispered, "you could never hurt me, Clark," before reaching down and grabbing his ass with one hand and with the other, directed him into her depths. He went slowly, but Lana would have none of that, moving her hips up to meet his and holding him there. The pain was sharp but it quickly subsided as the other sensations racked her body, causing her to tremble and close her eyes, her mouth agape. Clark steadied her with his strong arms, and gently kissed her eyelids as they both felt complete for the first time in their lives.
Her eyes fluttered open and she let go of his hips, instead hooking them around his arms and grabbing onto his well-formed shoulders. They rocked together quickly establishing a rhythm, evidenced by the bed squeaking under their sweaty bodies. He tried to slow down to make the experience last longer, but it wasn't easy with the girl of your dreams beneath you squirming around, making it that much with harder. Lana kept pulling him toward her faster making it impossible to slow the pace, so Clark instead pressed onward with irrepressible want. She knew it would be over soon as he thrusted wantonly into her again and again, her head slightly thumping against the headboard each time. She slid the pillow up higher grabbed Clark, pulling his head into her shoulder, and holding on tight. She screamed his name as he drove into her one last time, as far as he could go, and collapsed on top of her, sweat dripping down his brow.
"Clark!" Lana screamed again, this time trying desperately to get him off.
Clark opened his eyes in concern and smelled the smoke coming from the Lana's hair, which he had buried his face in moments ago. He quickly rushed her into the bathtub and turned the shower on, dousing the flames.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry Lana, I just lost control of it," he exclaimed, half sobbing, while trying to cover his eyes in shame.
Lana pulled his chin up to look at her and stroked his cheek affectionately while the water streaked down the two of them.
"It's okay, Clark. I never knew I could inspire a fire like that in you."
Relieved that she was all right, he felt the urge to kiss her, which he did. A few seconds later, she felt him harden up against her leg once again.
"Clark?? Again?"
"Man. Of. Steel," he got out in between kisses.
They both laughed at this, until Clark shook his head and closed his eyes. He started rubbing his temples with his hands.
"Clark, are you okay?"
He fell to his knees as a high-pitched noise blanketed his mind. It screeched with great intensity, echoing, and vibrating causing his head to shake. The sound shifted in tone and frequency until he recognized it: a bird chirping outside. It shifted again, this time he heard leaves rustling from the wind. The patter of small feet, the kitchen faucet dripping, and various other sounds attacked his senses all at once. He moved his head around trying to gauge where the sounds were coming from but met no success.
"Clark! Clark, what's the matter," Lana asked, trying her best to hold him up with all her strength.
He tried to steady himself against her, as he lost his balance. The myriad of sounds became less frequent and finally subsided, leaving only one: the sound of a heartbeat, a fast but steady thumping. He placed a hand on Lana's chest and on his own. They didn't match what he heard.
"I think Nell's home," he said with concern.
"What?" asked Lana in surprise.
Clark sat down on the side of the tub as Lana rushed to the bedroom window, looked out and returned.
"Her car's not out there, was that your super-hearing kicking in?"
"Yeah, I heard a third heartbeat. Maybe I picked it out from across the street or something," he replied, finding the strength to stand once again.
"Maybe you should lie down and get some rest," she said, dragging him to the bed. She took some clothes from her dresser and headed back into the bathroom. "I'm gonna finish my shower," she continued. Clark persued and slipped his hand in the doorway, blocking her from closing it.
"You know I think a nice relaxing shower is just what I need," he replied, pushing his way in.
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