Notes: Thanks to Becs and Sue for the feedback!
Candy Perfume Girl lyrics are not mine
Ruby Truth - Valentine Michel Smith
Inside the large second floor guest room, music pulsed.
"Young velvet porcelain boy/Devour me when you're with me/Blue wish window seas/Speak delicious fires/I'm your candy perfume girl/Your candy perfume girl"
The redhead stood on Clark's right, brushed hair away from his ear. A flick of the tongue, contact with an ear lobe. The tongue drew the C-shape, edging toward inner darkness.
"Moist warm desire/Fly to me/Candy perfume girl/Your candy perfume girl/I'm your candy perfume girl"
The blonde stood on Clark's left, took his hand in her own. She looked into his eyes, alight and green with pleasure and desire. She caressed his fingers, stroked them delicately, a single digit (Clark's index finger), slipped into her mouth, gliding past teeth, finding tongue and the moist, soft warmth of it.
Too good. Too good for just one. A second finger was recruited into the wetness, the blonde sucking them like a lollipop.
"Candy /Candy/Rush me ghost you see/Every center my home/Fever steam girl"
Gwen took three quick strides. Clark used his free hand to pull her to him. He clutched her tightly, holding her against him, so close, close enough to feel the unrepentant hardness of him. His lips brushed butterfly-light against hers. He planted a baby kiss at the corner of her mouth, lingering there, lingering, his breath warm and intoxicating against the moistness. Intoxicating.
"Throb the oceans/Your candy perfume girl/your candy perfume girl/your candy perfume girl/Your Candy perfume girl/Candy perfume girl"
Gwen pressed her mouth into his, grabbing Clark's hair momentarily displacing the redhead as she pressed hard then soft, her tongue on his palate, dancing, hovering, tempting the contours of his mouth.
"Did I lie to you?/candy perfume girl/Did I lie to you?/Magic poison/You're a candy perfume boy/a candy perfume boy/You're a candy perfume boy/You're a candy perfume boy/Candy perfume girl/The sacred nerve is/Magic poison"
She stepped back, unbuttoning his shirt, dragging fingertips along the fine muscled surface of his chest.
Clark helped with the shirt, ripping it free of the remaining buttons. He drew Gwen close again, his tongue licking the length of her neck, stalling behind her earlobe. His tongue u-turned, lips suctioning the side of her throat. Gwen's eyes closed as she felt the quaking inside building from so simple an act. Her breathing quickened.
"It's candy/It's candy"
The Whitney look-alike stood behind Clark, awaiting his opportunity. Gwen undid Clark's belt buckle, sliding pants and boxers from hips, revealing everything, a body magnificent, pants gone in a kick. Clone Whitney stooped, taking Clark's ass in hand, his tongue tickling the hole. In front, Gwen lowered herself and licked the length of Clark's shaft as the blonde and redhead worked tonguing opposite sides lightly from pit to hip.
"I'm your candy perfume girl/I'm your candy perfume girl/boy/girl/boy/girl/boy/Candy."
Clark's eyes rolled back. A lot of stimulation.
Heaven.