Stirring into his reality, he blinks away his slumber, summoned into surrender by her heartfelt plea. Chloe's words still lingering in the air, he fully awakens, ready to match the passion surging through her body, ready to show her he needs her, too.
Slowly she writhes against the heat of his body, feeling her body moistening at the thought of having him inside of her. Her supple breasts melt into his hard chest, the cotton of her t-shirt barely absorbing the sweat beginning to bead between their bodies.
Holding her close, he presses himself against her, moaning as his gentle grinds intensify the pleasure building within him. His arms cradle the small of her back as she finds the strength in her arms to push against the ground, raising herself to look directly in his eyes.
Wanting to say 'I love you,' a thousand times over, she resists, hoping he can interpret the look on her face.
Finding the confidence in herself she sees reflected in his eyes, she leans up, slowly pulling off her shirt, exposing her abundant bust to the elements, and to him.
Looking into her wide eyes, he smiles, assuring her that the gift of her body she is providing he will treasure, proving it instantly by placing his warm hands on her precious flesh, delighting at the touch.
Tenderly he caresses the curves of her breasts, tickling her blush pink nipples as he circles them softly, his skills seeming to have multiplied over night. Trailing down her chest to the dimple of her navel his fingers glide, hovering around her waist line, hesitating to venture much further.
Sensing his restraint, she softly rocks her hips, urging him to let his fingers find the part of her yearning to be touched. Aroused by the freedom she has found in her body, he grips her thighs, lifting his pelvis to meet with the moves of her own, simulating the act that is becoming imminent.
"Touch me," she breathes, cupping her own breasts in her hands, desire igniting a fire in her eyes.
Her wish is his command, and he is ready to deliver. He trails his hand back up to her chest locking his fingers over hers, thinking it is there she longs for his touch.
Sliding one of her hands over his, she leads him, gliding him down her flesh to the lace appliqué on the front of her moist panties.
Longing to please her, he softly rubs her over the delicate layer of lace, his fingers immediately thrilling her.
"Yes," she hisses, praying her encouragement will give him the confidence to continue.
Pressing his fingers harder against her panties, he hears her moan, watches her head fall back from the ecstasy of his touch.
Driven by her reaction, he leans up, putting himself in a better position to satisfy her. Propping himself up on bent knees, he concentrates on his task, easing one finger under the thin elastic band of her underwear, tracing the coils of her finely trimmed curls.
She inhales, eager with anticipation, pushing herself up with her knees, providing him room to slip further.
Another finger slides under the lace, joining the first, both reaching her swollen lips that welcome him warmly, the sensation forcing the air to escape her lungs.
Bringing his mouth to her chest, he kisses her breasts, teasing her aroused nipples with his tongue.
Arching her back, she pushes her bust into him, clinging to him with her hands nestled in his jet black locks. With steady, gentle thrusts of her hips she urges his fingers to explore her further, feeling she may go mad if he doesn't.
His fingers glide over her slick entrance, her wetness making him want to taste her.
Driven by his desire to have her, he lays her back against the ground, spreading her legs with the weight of his body. As he roughly cups her breasts, he gazes at her over her cleavage, checking her eyes for a reaction. Her face is flushed with surprise, a little taken aback by his boldness, but the purr in her breath convinces him it is safe to continue.
Sliding his hand back down to her hips, he brings his fingers under the thin satin strap that cradles her thigh, snapping it with a quick flick of his thumb.
"Oh my God," she breathes, feeling his finger hard against her clit, his touch making her grip the ground beneath her for support.
Clark continues teasing her throbbing center, moving his head downwards, delivering kisses on her stomach, gliding his tongue against her sweet skin.
Suddenly struck with fear, feeling vulnerable by his path southward, she brings her knees together, now the one hesitant to venture further.
Sliding his hand out of the vice her thighs have created, he brings his eyes to meet hers, hoping to purge any thoughts of doubt in her mind, fearful her reserve is over his desire for another.
"It's you, Chloe. It's always been you," he whispers, looking
deep in her eyes, repeating the words she once said about him.
Her heart stops, recognizing the sentiment immediately. Feeling a river of tears well up in her eyes, she bites her quivering lip, disbelieving the truth of his words.
Gently he brushes his lips against hers, giving her back the gentle Clark she has known so long.
"Let me love you," he soothes, brushing away the lone tear that has slipped free, not allowing it to feel the luxury of her cheek.