"What?" His big beautiful eyes went wide with surprise.
"Don't think. I don't want you to think right now." Her fingertips trailed back to his chest.
"OK. So if I can't think right now, what should I be doing?" He was desperately fighting for control now.
"Feeling," she cooed as she began to suck on his neck.
"Feeling?" He was barely able to choke out the word. Chloe was now sucking on his neck and playing with his nipples. Control was quickly becoming a foreign concept.
"Yes, don't think. Just feel." She started to grind her hips against him again while still paying attention to his neck and chest to drive home the point. "Does that feel good?"
"God, yes!" he ground out through gritted teeth.
"Then go with it."
"Chloe, that sounds wonderful, but I don't want to push you. This is new to both of us..."
"Clark," she cut him off. "This is new to you. I've spent ages dreaming about this moment. I've waited forever to be able to touch you and kiss you. I don't want to stop."
"You dreamed about me?" Surprise warred with arousal in those gorgeous hazel eyes.
"Oh, yes." The words rolled off her tongue with a moan as she recalled some of the more vivid dreams she'd had about Clark Kent.
"Really?" The idea that she had dreamt about him was obviously beginning to excite him even more. "What did you dream?"
"You really want to know?" She looked up and gave him a positively wicked grin. She was still grinding against him, but now he was matching her rhythm.
"Yeah... " he breathed out on a whisper as she arched her back and brought her chest closer to his face. Control? What control? He took her up on the silent invitation and finally brought those luscious lips to her breast. She moaned her approval.
"I dreamt about what it would be like to kiss you, to touch you, to explore every inch of your amazing body," she said as he paid wonderful attention to her left breast.
"I am not amazing, Chloe." He argued while switching his attention to her right breast.
"Yes, you are. Look at you. I dreamt about what you would look like naked. Naked in my bed or naked in the shower, all wet and soapy."
"Christ, Chloe!" His head shot up and she could see the muscles in his neck pulled tight from tension.
"I dreamt about your hands and how they would feel all over me. How much I wanted them all over me."
"Chloe!" Clark almost screamed her name. His eyes squeezed shut and his whole body jerked before going very still. Then his cheeks turned flame red.
"Clark?"
"Oh, god." He sounded like he was in pain.
"Clark."
"I'm sorry." He still hadn't opened his eyes.
"Clark."
"This is so embarrassing. I... "
"Clark!" The sharp tone in her voice finally got him to open his eyes and look at her. She was smiling.
"Yeah?"
"That was so cool." And it was, it really was. The rush of excitement and power was incredible. It made her feel sexy, feminine, wanted, desirable... every thing she didn't feel like every day at school. She had wanted Clark to notice her 'that way' for so long, having him not only notice, but to get off from it? That was a fantasy come true.
"Cool?" If he blushed any harder it was going to be a fire hazard.
"Yes, cool. How did it feel?"
Clark's jaw dropped again. "God, do you really have to ask? It was incredible!"
"No, but I like hearing it." She gave him another wicked grin, before going after his mouth.
Clark wrapped his arms around her and kissed her lips again. In one graceful movement he rocked her sideways and she fell smoothly out of his lap and onto the couch. Clark repositioned himself on his side to share the too small space and cuddled her in beside him. Their eyes met again this time seeing things within the other they had never looked for before. Clark smoothed her blond hair away from her face and kissed her cheek.
"Chloe, you know I've never done any of this before. You have to tell me how to make you feel good."
She smiled. It was just the kind of thing she'd expect Clark to say. Showing him instead of telling him had worked well once today. Why argue with success? She thought as she kissed him again and moved his hand toward the zipper of her jeans.
The little voice inside Clark's head screamed, "Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God."
Once again, he was grateful for primal instincts. With one hand he unbuttoned her jeans and brought the zipper down in a slow descent, relieved that jeans didn't have stubborn little hooks. His hand came to rest flat across her belly and he looked at her wondering how he should proceed. Chloe rested her head in the crook of his arm and sighed. She closed her eyes and nudged his hand toward the open jeans. He caressed the silky material of her panties until she arched up and into his touch. Taking the hint, he slipped his hand under the waistband of her panties, stopping once again to make sure she was okay with what they were doing.
For Chloe, this was more than okay. This was several fantasies coming true all at once. But for as much as Clark seemed to want this, he was holding back. She wasn't sure why he was holding back, but it was the last thing she wanted him to do right now. She nudged his hand again, moving it further down and began rolling her hips up. Setting a rhythm he quickly matched with his strokes. Each movement getting a little more bold and moving a little further down. The first touch that met wet heat caused them both to moan loudly. Very loudly.
Chloe thrust against his hand, hoping to draw him in. All pretense of teasing was gone, need had taken over. She wanted him inside of her, connected to her in a way neither of them had ever been connected to another.
Clark was on sensory overload. There were so many new sensations and feelings to process. He couldn't begin to sort them all out now and when his fingertips sent the message back to his brain that the wetness he felt was her arousal, whatever lingering doubts he may have had were blasted into oblivion. There was no way that this glorious sensation meant anything other than she wanted him, wanted this. He circled her opening, teasing gently, watching her face carefully for a reaction. She thrust hard against his hand and he got the hint, quickly sliding his finger in. A sharp hiss of pleasure escaped her lips before she thrust against him again. Again he got the hint and began moving in and out, slowly, but steadily, still watching her face for signs of pleasure or pain.
As her thrusts became more urgent, she fumbled between them to get at the buttons on his jeans. Popping them open one by one, she could hear his relief as his erection was freed from its denim confines. His boxers were damp from his earlier orgasm, so she stroked the length of him through the blue plaid material. His eyes rolled back in his head at her touch and he made the most wonderfully needy noises in the back of his throat.
She didn't want to stop this for anything, but Clark was perched precariously on the edge of the couch and they were going to have to stop at least long enough to take off their jeans, so why not move this to someplace roomier?
"Clark?" She sucked on his neck and could feel his pulse racing.
"Yeah?" His mouth was closing over a nipple again, making it hard for her to concentrate on what she wanted to say.
"Umm... we should... oh yeah... we should take this... yes... somewhere roomier." The idea suddenly seemed like a bad one, as his hands left her body and he sat up. The loss of contact was almost painful.
When he stood up, he paused for a moment and looked down at her. Naked from the waist up, jeans open, face flushed, lips swollen from their kisses, eyes dark with desire. It was easily the most incredible sight he had ever laid eyes on.
He grabbed their discarded clothing quickly and handed it to her before scooping her into his arms. As much as using his super speed to get them into his bedroom sounded like a good idea, it would only raise questions. He forced himself to walk into the house and up to his room at anormal pace. He gently laid her on his bed before turning to lock the door. When he turned back, he was again struck by how beautiful and sexy she looked on his bed in only her jeans. He felt himself twitch, anxious to get back to her.
As he approached the bed, she sat up and stopped him. Grabbing the waistband of his jeans, she unfastened the buttons again and slid them past his hips. He kicked them off the rest of the way, along with shoes and socks, as she licked her lips in anticipation. It was all the invitation he needed to lean down and devour her mouth. She responded with equal fervor and pulled him down onto the bed. His hands went back to her chest immediately, but she grabbed one of his wrists and gave it a downward tug instead. He slipped his hand down the front of her jeans and she bucked up against him. When she made this wonderful noise that he was sure he'd never heard her make before, he began exploring in earnest. Getting her to make those desperate little whimpers was fast becoming Clark's favorite thing.
Wanting more again, she tried to angle her thrusts against his hand, but her jeans were preventing them from getting it just right. She lifted her hips and pushed them down as far as she could without sitting up. Clark stopped and pulled the jeans the rest of the way off, taking a long moment to just look at her.
"God, Chloe." His eyes were dark with lust and wide with wonder. "You look so amazing."
She blushed deeply and bit her bottom lip as she gave him her own approving stare. "You're pretty incredible yourself, Farmboy," she teased before getting serious again. She trailed a finger along the waistband of his boxers. "You should take these off. I want to see you. All of you."
He blushed furiously, but stood up and peeled them off. Still standing at the end of the bed, he put one knee on the bed and leaned down to trail wet, open-mouthed kisses up and down Chloe's legs. His fingers crept up to her panties, softly tugging on the silky material.
"Can I?" he asked quietly in between kisses.
In place of an answer, she lifted her hips. He pulled them down and off her legs, stopping again to admire her naked body. Chloe was naked in his bed. He was naked. He was naked with Chloe. They were naked together... in his bed. For a brief moment he stood there wondering how they got to this point. That is, until she sat up, wrapped her hands around his waist and pulled him down on top of her.
Any semblance of control he had left at that point just shattered.
He settled between her legs, content for the moment to just feel her whole body against his. Skin to skin, nothing between them at all.
They touched and moved, slid and thrust. Each movement, each new sensation, more glorious than the last. It was new, exciting and instantly addictive.
He was soon pressed at her opening. She rocked against him, encouraging him in, but was shocked when he broke their momentum and pulled away from her.
"Wait Chloe. I need something."
He leaned over her and opened the nightstand drawer. She put a hand on his shoulder to stop him and he looked back at her.
"It's okay, Clark. I'm on the Pill."
"Oh, really?" Over his shoulder, he crooked an eyebrow at her.
"It's not like that! It's medical." She swatted him on the shoulder. "Neither one of us has done this before anyway, so it's okay."
Clark wasn't exactly sure how he was going to talk his way out of this one. There was no way he wanted to take any chances here. He had no way of knowing what would happen if he didn't wear a condom and he wasn't about to use Chloe as an unwitting lab rat. With his luck, his sperm was just as "super" as the rest of him and a few months from now, he'd been staring down the barrel of a shotgun while trying to explain to Mr. Sullivan how Chloe ended up pregnant with an alien baby.
"Chloe, please don't take this the wrong way, but I want to. I've heard too many horror stories and I don't want to take any chances at all. If you're on the Pill, then we can just be twice as safe. Okay?"
"Okay," she said, quietly amazed at how responsible he could be at times. Jonathan Kent had certainly drilled responsibility into his son's head. Most guys would be thrilled to ditch the latex in favor of the pill.
He grabbed a box from the back of the drawer. Inside that box was another box from which he pulled out a foil packet. Leaving the wrapper on the nightstand, he slid it on and settled back between her legs. She shifted to bring him closer to where he needed to be.
"Are you sure you still want to do this?"
She pushed against him. "There is no one else I'd rather do this with than you, Clark," she said and pushed a little further.
He gasped at the sensation and fought for control.
"Tell me if I'm hurting you," he whispered and pressed in about halfway.
"I will." She smiled to reassure him and realized he was more nervous than she was.
He slid in farther. Watching her face carefully for signs of discomfort, and desperately trying to hold back the tidal wave of new sensations he was experiencing.
When he was a far as he thought he could go, he stopped. "Are you okay?"
"Oh, yes," she purred and wriggled against him, adjusting to the feeling of having him inside of her. It was as much a mental turn on as a physical one and she wanted him to start moving... now!
"Isn't this supposed to hurt though?" He was breathing hard, trying to push back the urge to thrust hard and fast.
"I guess, but remember that time we were riding bikes over by Crater Lake?" He nodded, remembering that Chloe had been trying out Pete's new bike when the front tire hit a hole in the ground and sent her slamming down hard against the bike's crossbar.
"Remember how I was hurt, but wouldn't let either you or Pete near me?" He remembered. He had run all the way back to her house to get her Dad.
"The doctor said my first time wouldn't be nearly as painful as that bike accident."
Realization kicked in and Clark blushed furiously, causing Chloe to giggle. Clark felt that giggle through every part of their bodies and hissed sharply.
"God, Chloe!"
"Enough talking, Clark." She pulled his mouth to hers. As she licked and sucked her way around his mouth, she slowly rolled her hips, inviting him to move with her.
He groaned and slowly slid out. Watching her face as he slid in again, he saw nothing but pleasure and finally felt confident enough to start stroking in a steady rhythm.
Clark wasn't sure whether he was going to die or explode. Either way, he was fairly certain he was not going to live through this experience. However, he would die the happiest man on Earth... and whatever planet he was really from.
He was having sex.
With Chloe.
And it was the single most unbelievable experience of his existence. Her warm, small body was beneath his, moving up to meet him as he thrust in and out of her. The feeling of her tight and hot and wet around him was so good he was sure it was killing off brain cells by the second and she was making the most wonderfully needy, happy sounds.
Desperate to have him even closer, Chloe hooked one leg around his waist and shifted her hips to draw him in deeper. The change in position unleashed a wave of new and even better sensations for both of them. This was what she wanted.
"Oh, god. Yes. Clark."
And that was all it took to send Clark shuddering into orgasm, practically shouting her name.
"Don't think. I don't want you to think right now." Her fingertips trailed back to his chest.
"OK. So if I can't think right now, what should I be doing?" He was desperately fighting for control now.
"Feeling," she cooed as she began to suck on his neck.
"Feeling?" He was barely able to choke out the word. Chloe was now sucking on his neck and playing with his nipples. Control was quickly becoming a foreign concept.
"Yes, don't think. Just feel." She started to grind her hips against him again while still paying attention to his neck and chest to drive home the point. "Does that feel good?"
"God, yes!" he ground out through gritted teeth.
"Then go with it."
"Chloe, that sounds wonderful, but I don't want to push you. This is new to both of us..."
"Clark," she cut him off. "This is new to you. I've spent ages dreaming about this moment. I've waited forever to be able to touch you and kiss you. I don't want to stop."
"You dreamed about me?" Surprise warred with arousal in those gorgeous hazel eyes.
"Oh, yes." The words rolled off her tongue with a moan as she recalled some of the more vivid dreams she'd had about Clark Kent.
"Really?" The idea that she had dreamt about him was obviously beginning to excite him even more. "What did you dream?"
"You really want to know?" She looked up and gave him a positively wicked grin. She was still grinding against him, but now he was matching her rhythm.
"Yeah... " he breathed out on a whisper as she arched her back and brought her chest closer to his face. Control? What control? He took her up on the silent invitation and finally brought those luscious lips to her breast. She moaned her approval.
"I dreamt about what it would be like to kiss you, to touch you, to explore every inch of your amazing body," she said as he paid wonderful attention to her left breast.
"I am not amazing, Chloe." He argued while switching his attention to her right breast.
"Yes, you are. Look at you. I dreamt about what you would look like naked. Naked in my bed or naked in the shower, all wet and soapy."
"Christ, Chloe!" His head shot up and she could see the muscles in his neck pulled tight from tension.
"I dreamt about your hands and how they would feel all over me. How much I wanted them all over me."
"Chloe!" Clark almost screamed her name. His eyes squeezed shut and his whole body jerked before going very still. Then his cheeks turned flame red.
"Clark?"
"Oh, god." He sounded like he was in pain.
"Clark."
"I'm sorry." He still hadn't opened his eyes.
"Clark."
"This is so embarrassing. I... "
"Clark!" The sharp tone in her voice finally got him to open his eyes and look at her. She was smiling.
"Yeah?"
"That was so cool." And it was, it really was. The rush of excitement and power was incredible. It made her feel sexy, feminine, wanted, desirable... every thing she didn't feel like every day at school. She had wanted Clark to notice her 'that way' for so long, having him not only notice, but to get off from it? That was a fantasy come true.
"Cool?" If he blushed any harder it was going to be a fire hazard.
"Yes, cool. How did it feel?"
Clark's jaw dropped again. "God, do you really have to ask? It was incredible!"
"No, but I like hearing it." She gave him another wicked grin, before going after his mouth.
Clark wrapped his arms around her and kissed her lips again. In one graceful movement he rocked her sideways and she fell smoothly out of his lap and onto the couch. Clark repositioned himself on his side to share the too small space and cuddled her in beside him. Their eyes met again this time seeing things within the other they had never looked for before. Clark smoothed her blond hair away from her face and kissed her cheek.
"Chloe, you know I've never done any of this before. You have to tell me how to make you feel good."
She smiled. It was just the kind of thing she'd expect Clark to say. Showing him instead of telling him had worked well once today. Why argue with success? She thought as she kissed him again and moved his hand toward the zipper of her jeans.
The little voice inside Clark's head screamed, "Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God."
Once again, he was grateful for primal instincts. With one hand he unbuttoned her jeans and brought the zipper down in a slow descent, relieved that jeans didn't have stubborn little hooks. His hand came to rest flat across her belly and he looked at her wondering how he should proceed. Chloe rested her head in the crook of his arm and sighed. She closed her eyes and nudged his hand toward the open jeans. He caressed the silky material of her panties until she arched up and into his touch. Taking the hint, he slipped his hand under the waistband of her panties, stopping once again to make sure she was okay with what they were doing.
For Chloe, this was more than okay. This was several fantasies coming true all at once. But for as much as Clark seemed to want this, he was holding back. She wasn't sure why he was holding back, but it was the last thing she wanted him to do right now. She nudged his hand again, moving it further down and began rolling her hips up. Setting a rhythm he quickly matched with his strokes. Each movement getting a little more bold and moving a little further down. The first touch that met wet heat caused them both to moan loudly. Very loudly.
Chloe thrust against his hand, hoping to draw him in. All pretense of teasing was gone, need had taken over. She wanted him inside of her, connected to her in a way neither of them had ever been connected to another.
Clark was on sensory overload. There were so many new sensations and feelings to process. He couldn't begin to sort them all out now and when his fingertips sent the message back to his brain that the wetness he felt was her arousal, whatever lingering doubts he may have had were blasted into oblivion. There was no way that this glorious sensation meant anything other than she wanted him, wanted this. He circled her opening, teasing gently, watching her face carefully for a reaction. She thrust hard against his hand and he got the hint, quickly sliding his finger in. A sharp hiss of pleasure escaped her lips before she thrust against him again. Again he got the hint and began moving in and out, slowly, but steadily, still watching her face for signs of pleasure or pain.
As her thrusts became more urgent, she fumbled between them to get at the buttons on his jeans. Popping them open one by one, she could hear his relief as his erection was freed from its denim confines. His boxers were damp from his earlier orgasm, so she stroked the length of him through the blue plaid material. His eyes rolled back in his head at her touch and he made the most wonderfully needy noises in the back of his throat.
She didn't want to stop this for anything, but Clark was perched precariously on the edge of the couch and they were going to have to stop at least long enough to take off their jeans, so why not move this to someplace roomier?
"Clark?" She sucked on his neck and could feel his pulse racing.
"Yeah?" His mouth was closing over a nipple again, making it hard for her to concentrate on what she wanted to say.
"Umm... we should... oh yeah... we should take this... yes... somewhere roomier." The idea suddenly seemed like a bad one, as his hands left her body and he sat up. The loss of contact was almost painful.
When he stood up, he paused for a moment and looked down at her. Naked from the waist up, jeans open, face flushed, lips swollen from their kisses, eyes dark with desire. It was easily the most incredible sight he had ever laid eyes on.
He grabbed their discarded clothing quickly and handed it to her before scooping her into his arms. As much as using his super speed to get them into his bedroom sounded like a good idea, it would only raise questions. He forced himself to walk into the house and up to his room at anormal pace. He gently laid her on his bed before turning to lock the door. When he turned back, he was again struck by how beautiful and sexy she looked on his bed in only her jeans. He felt himself twitch, anxious to get back to her.
As he approached the bed, she sat up and stopped him. Grabbing the waistband of his jeans, she unfastened the buttons again and slid them past his hips. He kicked them off the rest of the way, along with shoes and socks, as she licked her lips in anticipation. It was all the invitation he needed to lean down and devour her mouth. She responded with equal fervor and pulled him down onto the bed. His hands went back to her chest immediately, but she grabbed one of his wrists and gave it a downward tug instead. He slipped his hand down the front of her jeans and she bucked up against him. When she made this wonderful noise that he was sure he'd never heard her make before, he began exploring in earnest. Getting her to make those desperate little whimpers was fast becoming Clark's favorite thing.
Wanting more again, she tried to angle her thrusts against his hand, but her jeans were preventing them from getting it just right. She lifted her hips and pushed them down as far as she could without sitting up. Clark stopped and pulled the jeans the rest of the way off, taking a long moment to just look at her.
"God, Chloe." His eyes were dark with lust and wide with wonder. "You look so amazing."
She blushed deeply and bit her bottom lip as she gave him her own approving stare. "You're pretty incredible yourself, Farmboy," she teased before getting serious again. She trailed a finger along the waistband of his boxers. "You should take these off. I want to see you. All of you."
He blushed furiously, but stood up and peeled them off. Still standing at the end of the bed, he put one knee on the bed and leaned down to trail wet, open-mouthed kisses up and down Chloe's legs. His fingers crept up to her panties, softly tugging on the silky material.
"Can I?" he asked quietly in between kisses.
In place of an answer, she lifted her hips. He pulled them down and off her legs, stopping again to admire her naked body. Chloe was naked in his bed. He was naked. He was naked with Chloe. They were naked together... in his bed. For a brief moment he stood there wondering how they got to this point. That is, until she sat up, wrapped her hands around his waist and pulled him down on top of her.
Any semblance of control he had left at that point just shattered.
He settled between her legs, content for the moment to just feel her whole body against his. Skin to skin, nothing between them at all.
They touched and moved, slid and thrust. Each movement, each new sensation, more glorious than the last. It was new, exciting and instantly addictive.
He was soon pressed at her opening. She rocked against him, encouraging him in, but was shocked when he broke their momentum and pulled away from her.
"Wait Chloe. I need something."
He leaned over her and opened the nightstand drawer. She put a hand on his shoulder to stop him and he looked back at her.
"It's okay, Clark. I'm on the Pill."
"Oh, really?" Over his shoulder, he crooked an eyebrow at her.
"It's not like that! It's medical." She swatted him on the shoulder. "Neither one of us has done this before anyway, so it's okay."
Clark wasn't exactly sure how he was going to talk his way out of this one. There was no way he wanted to take any chances here. He had no way of knowing what would happen if he didn't wear a condom and he wasn't about to use Chloe as an unwitting lab rat. With his luck, his sperm was just as "super" as the rest of him and a few months from now, he'd been staring down the barrel of a shotgun while trying to explain to Mr. Sullivan how Chloe ended up pregnant with an alien baby.
"Chloe, please don't take this the wrong way, but I want to. I've heard too many horror stories and I don't want to take any chances at all. If you're on the Pill, then we can just be twice as safe. Okay?"
"Okay," she said, quietly amazed at how responsible he could be at times. Jonathan Kent had certainly drilled responsibility into his son's head. Most guys would be thrilled to ditch the latex in favor of the pill.
He grabbed a box from the back of the drawer. Inside that box was another box from which he pulled out a foil packet. Leaving the wrapper on the nightstand, he slid it on and settled back between her legs. She shifted to bring him closer to where he needed to be.
"Are you sure you still want to do this?"
She pushed against him. "There is no one else I'd rather do this with than you, Clark," she said and pushed a little further.
He gasped at the sensation and fought for control.
"Tell me if I'm hurting you," he whispered and pressed in about halfway.
"I will." She smiled to reassure him and realized he was more nervous than she was.
He slid in farther. Watching her face carefully for signs of discomfort, and desperately trying to hold back the tidal wave of new sensations he was experiencing.
When he was a far as he thought he could go, he stopped. "Are you okay?"
"Oh, yes," she purred and wriggled against him, adjusting to the feeling of having him inside of her. It was as much a mental turn on as a physical one and she wanted him to start moving... now!
"Isn't this supposed to hurt though?" He was breathing hard, trying to push back the urge to thrust hard and fast.
"I guess, but remember that time we were riding bikes over by Crater Lake?" He nodded, remembering that Chloe had been trying out Pete's new bike when the front tire hit a hole in the ground and sent her slamming down hard against the bike's crossbar.
"Remember how I was hurt, but wouldn't let either you or Pete near me?" He remembered. He had run all the way back to her house to get her Dad.
"The doctor said my first time wouldn't be nearly as painful as that bike accident."
Realization kicked in and Clark blushed furiously, causing Chloe to giggle. Clark felt that giggle through every part of their bodies and hissed sharply.
"God, Chloe!"
"Enough talking, Clark." She pulled his mouth to hers. As she licked and sucked her way around his mouth, she slowly rolled her hips, inviting him to move with her.
He groaned and slowly slid out. Watching her face as he slid in again, he saw nothing but pleasure and finally felt confident enough to start stroking in a steady rhythm.
Clark wasn't sure whether he was going to die or explode. Either way, he was fairly certain he was not going to live through this experience. However, he would die the happiest man on Earth... and whatever planet he was really from.
He was having sex.
With Chloe.
And it was the single most unbelievable experience of his existence. Her warm, small body was beneath his, moving up to meet him as he thrust in and out of her. The feeling of her tight and hot and wet around him was so good he was sure it was killing off brain cells by the second and she was making the most wonderfully needy, happy sounds.
Desperate to have him even closer, Chloe hooked one leg around his waist and shifted her hips to draw him in deeper. The change in position unleashed a wave of new and even better sensations for both of them. This was what she wanted.
"Oh, god. Yes. Clark."
And that was all it took to send Clark shuddering into orgasm, practically shouting her name.