I don't want for this moment to end. Actually, I never want to let go of him again. The bond between us is still so fragile and so precious that it would be terrible to let just one second go to waste. I rest my head in the crook of his neck and feel the whiff of his breath against my hair. My lips touch his skin and I cannot help myself – I need to taste him again. He feels so good against my lips, so right. Clark moans softly as I let my lips travel up his neck toward his cheek.

He turns his head ever so slightly and captures my lips with his. Clark's kiss is gentle at first, but it soon becomes more intense and hungrier than any of the previous kisses we shared. His tongue flickers against mine, his lips a suckling and moving in just the right way. He's no longer holding back and being so near to him I can feel that the kiss is affecting him just as much as it does me. Suddenly, his hands seem to be everywhere at once. They roam my back, stroke my arms and find my breast. With one arm, he steadies me, while his other hand explores every inch of those curves. He teases my nipple until it becomes hard under his gentle ministrations.

The sensation sends pleasant shivers down my spine. I arch my back slightly to give him better access to my other breast. He takes the hint and resumes his ministrations on the other side. His fingers caress my skin, while his palm kneads my breast with gentle pressure. Our tongues are still moving in the oldest dance of all. I get swallowed up in the sensation of Clark's hand on my breast, his lips on mine and his body pressed firmly against me. The growing bulge of his erection is trapped between our bellies.

I want to feel him in my hands. Not just there, but somewhere much more intimate. The world around me no longer exists. All I know is that I want more of this.
I let out a whimper as Clark's lips suddenly leave me. My eyes flutter open and I look into his smiling face. He picks me up from where we have been kneeling on the floor and lowers me onto the bed. I feel the warmth of his body as he lies down next to me. He blows a kiss onto my forehead and places one hand on my stomach.

"Make love to me, Clark," I whisper.

"You sure?" he asks huskily.

I want to smack him. "Of course, I'm sure. I've wanted this from the moment you stepped into my apartment."

"Yeah. Me too," he admits self-consciously. "I just wasn't sure that was a good idea."

For a moment, I think that he's trying to find another excuse, but then he seems to think better of it and captures my lips in another kiss. His tongue flickers across mine and once again we start the dance of suckling and exploring. I pull him closer, urged on by an intense desire that is threatening to consume me. His hand wanders down toward my center and I can't stifle a gasp as his fingers find my most sensitive spot.

With my own hands, I search for his hardness that is partly hidden under his body. But he gives in to my silent pleading and rolls around enough to give me free access. When I wrap my hand around his shaft, it's Clark who makes a hissing sound. And for a moment, his fingers still while I run my hand slowly up and down his length. His breathing quickens and he lets out a soft groan. I'm encouraged by his reaction and repeat the movement, eliciting another gasp from him.

His hand moves again, teasing my nub with gentle strokes of his thumb, while his index finger wanders closer to my center, coming to rest just above my entrance. He applies gentle pressure until I'm about ready to beg him to slide his finger inside me. But he doesn't, as if he somehow knows that the anticipation is only serving to fuel my arousal that much more. I rock my pelvis against his hand, but he isn't yet willing to take the hint.

"Clark! I need you inside me," I mutter, breathlessly.

I run my hand up and down his length more urgently. I'm ready now. I need all of him! Because to feel just his finger won't do, not by far. When I think that I can't take it anymore, he removes his hand, leaving me with a sense of loss. Once more, I tilt my hips slightly to give him even better access. My center is throbbing with unfulfilled need.

"Clark, please." I stroke him even more urgently until I get him to groan again.

"Loooo….isss!" He's panting. "Do that again, and I won't last much longer."

"Then what are you waiting for?" I let go of his shaft and he lets out a small moan.

"Please, let's not rush this. We have all the time in the world." He cracks a smile.

Then he starts kissing his way down my neck and then toward my chest until he finds my nipple. I let out a startled cry of pleasure as he closes his lips around it and starts to suckle lightly. The flickering of his tongue against my nipple and the gentle pressure of his lips creates a new source of excitement that's bound to drive me crazy. He takes his sweet time to pay attention to my breasts, one after the other with incredible patience. As he teases me, the sensation spreading through my body becomes overwhelming to the point that I almost feel like an orgasm is going to hit me without him even touching my private parts.

Just when I think I can't take it anymore, he continues to kiss his way down south toward my navel. I can't stifle a gasp as my hard nipples are met by cool air. For a while his lips move across my abdomen, leaving my skin tingling with the need to be touched again. My breath comes in panting gasps and the pressure in my groin reaches new heights. Once again I raise my hips in a silent plea for more.

At least now, he takes the hint and kisses his way further down. But he deliberately leaves out the places that desperately ache for his touch.

"Clark!" I groan as his lips tease the insides of my thighs. "Please. I need you now." Involuntarily, the muscles deep in my belly twitch with the need to feel more of him.

He looks up briefly, panting with his own arousal. His gaze is clouded with desire.

"What about protection?" he whispers. His face is drawn and he's quite obviously struggling with his own need for fulfillment.

"I'm on the pill," I get out with a grunt.

He nods, almost imperceptibly. "Give me a moment," he mutters.

I lift my hips invitingly. "Clark, I don't want to wait another moment."

"Then this will be over sooner than you bargained for," he says quietly.

A smile plays around his lips and he lowers his head again. I let out a low moan, wishing that I could just guide him inside me. Then his tongue flickers against my clit, sending a jolt of excitement through me that almost pushes me over the edge right there. I draw in a sharp breath and clench my hands into fists to keep myself from coming too soon. My whole body is ablaze with the sensation of his gentle teasing.

"Clark!" I let out a strangled cry. "I need you now!"

As his lips leave me, every cell in my body is screaming for release. Still smiling, he moves up and gives me a longing glance before he bends down to capture my lips in a fierce kiss. The tip of his erection is poised just before my entrance. I can feel the sweet pressure of his throbbing member and I would beg for more if only I could. But he still kisses me with such passion that words just fail me. The tightening in my groin is bordering on painful when Clark finally thrusts into me in one swift motion, filling me inch by delightful inch.

The first powerful wave of pleasure hits me the moment I feel him fully sheathed inside me. The clenching of my muscles and the rocking of my hips is beyond my control as the shockwaves of an intense orgasm wash over me. I'm helpless to stop it, lost in the overwhelming sensations that course through my body.
As the waves of pleasure finally abate, I can feel the last clenches of my muscles around his still rock hard erection. Clark's every muscle is tense. The look on his face is one of pure concentration. I squeeze his member with a last involuntary twitch of my muscles. He gasps.

"Oh baby, please do that again," he whispers urgently.

With sudden clarity, I realize that we didn't come together. He didn't join me – on purpose. I feel a twinge of anger. Why would he still hold back? Is he still afraid that he's going to fast? I watch his features as I give his member another squeeze - just as he asked. He gasps again, his mouth forming an 'o'.

Then he lets out a guttural groan. "Yeah, just like that. Lois, please, I'm so close." His muscles are trembling.

"Still trying to prove something?" I ask him, slightly annoyed.

He opens his eyes, his expression turning sheepish. "I wanted to show you that I can put your needs before mine." His breath comes in panting gasps. "Guess, I didn't expect what your orgasm would do to me."

"I wanted us to enjoy this moment together!" I grumble.

He draws in a sharp breath. "Lois, I'm sorry. But do we really have to discuss that right now?"

Following a sudden inspiration I give Clark another squeeze. He closes his eyes, obviously savoring the sensation to the fullest. Another deep groan leaves his throat. The trembling in his muscles intensifies.

*Just you wait, buster,* I think. *Two people can play that game of yours*

"Turn us around!" I tell him.

His eyelids flutter open. "What?"

"I want to be on top, Clark," I tell him with a wicked grin.

"Top Banana, huh?" he flashes me a small smile.

Then he rolls us around, somehow managing to stay deep inside me. Finally, I sit on top of him, enjoying the intimate contact of our merged bodies. I give his hardness another light squeeze, eliciting a moan of pleasure.

I bent down to place a soft kiss on his lips. Then I tilt my head slightly to the side until I can whisper in his ear. "Yeah, I'm top banana and you're low man. Did I mention that you're not allowed to come until I tell you so?"

"Payback?" he asks hoarsely.

"You betcha." I grin at him. "And now, make me come with you."

I lift my body until he slides out of me. Then I push down on him again. Clark's face is contorted with the effort not to give into the demand of his body. I can see it. I can sense it as he fills me again. When we can't possibly get any closer, we stay that way for long moments.

I kiss Clark again and he parts his lips willingly, my tongue flickering against his. Gently, he starts to explore the depth of my mouth. His hands start to roam my back and travel down my legs. Then he lets his hand travel toward the mound of my sex and once more starts to rub my nub with gentle strokes. My insides start to throb with renewed arousal.

I rock my pelvis against his, eliciting a low moan that comes deep from within his throat. His other hand comes to rest on my hip and he guides me up and down his length. I feel him withdraw ever so slightly. The gentle ministrations of his fingers against my clit become more urgent. Pleasure ripples through me each time he slides back inside me. It seems like he's going deeper and deeper with each thrust.

"Lois, please tell me…ugh...I can no longer…hold it back," he begs.

My own breath comes in panting gasps and I feel a tightening in my groin that indicates my own impending orgasm. I can't stifle a grunt as another one of Clark's thrusts sends me even closer to the edge. I fight to keep teetering on that edge just a little while longer, enjoying the intense sensation to the fullest.

"You feel so good," he groans as one last thrust sends him over the edge.

His member stiffens as he pulses inside me, his thrusts now coming hard and fast. Again and again, he fills me until I get blown away by the first wave of an orgasm even stronger than the previous ones, if that is at all possible. I lose myself in an ocean of pleasure as wave after wave rolls over me, rippling through me more intensely than I remember it ever being. I tremble in his arms, riding the waves with him until we're both spent.

I collapse on top of him and Clark wraps his arms around me, holding me close to his chest. My heart is beating like a sledgehammer and I'm still panting. Yet, I have never felt more relaxed, more at ease and more satisfied than now. Here, in his strong arms, I'm at home. I could stay like this forever. I can still feel him inside me, not quite as hard as before, but not yet flaccid either. I snuggle into his embrace and feel the whiff of his breath against my hair. A single tear runs down my cheek. It's a tear of joy that he let me get so close to him again, a tear of relief that I truly have him back – the man of my dreams.

I had thought that I had destroyed everything by shutting him out of my life, two times actually, though I hadn't known it at the time.

"Thank you, Clark," I whisper against his chest. "This was incredible."

"Yeah," he mutters. "Incredible, indeed."

I don't want to let go of him, but eventually I have to. As I want to roll off him, he wraps his arms around me a little more firmly, hugging me to his chest.

"Don't," he mumbles. "You'll fall."

"Fall?" I ask, confused.

A smile spreads across his face. "We're floating."

I look over his shoulder, wondering why I didn't realize this sooner. We're actually hovering several feet above the bed. Clark's smile is infectious. I can feel my own lips twitching into a full blown smile. I haven't felt this happy in ages.

I chuckle softly. "Perhaps you should get us down."

"Yeah, well, easier said than done." He sounds embarrassed. "I can't seem to control it, yet. Having you so close sometimes does that to me."
Among other things. With a start, I realize that he's still inside me and that hugging me so tightly is obviously having an effect on him. He's hardening again.

I look at him. "Relax, Clark."

He grunts and rolls his eyes at me. "And how am I supposed to do that? You're just too darn sexy."

But then he closes his eyes and takes deep breaths. Slowly, he lowers us back onto the bed. Before I have a chance to decide if I should do something about Clark's awakening arousal, a loud wail interrupts my thoughts. Sara has woken up.

I roll off him. "I'll give you a rain check on round two. Your daughter needs you."

He nods and gets up stiffly. "Seems like it. Be right back."

On his way out, he grabs a shirt and his boxers from the floor and spins into his things, before he makes his way toward the other bedroom. I prop up on my elbows to look after him. His limp is gone, and as I look after him I realize that he's still floating a few inches above the ground.

As he closes the door behind him, I fall back into the pillows. I lift up my left hand to have another look at the ring Clark placed on my finger. My heart is beating fast and hard. He asked me to marry him. I said yes. My gut does a somersault. Can this really be true? It sure feels like a dream.

Just a few hours ago, I thought that Clark was going to break up with me. And now, I know for a fact that I'm going to be Mrs. Clark Kent. I feel like I'm still floating. Through the walls of my apartment, I can hear Clark's voice as he's talking to his daughter. I miss him already.

I get up as well and put on a bathrobe on my way out. Clark's voice becomes clearer as I approach the second bedroom.

"Did you have a nightmare, sweetie?" He's hugging her to his chest. "It's all right. Daddy's here."

Desperate cries are still shaking her small body, but eventually the crying turns into sobs and after a few moments she calms down. Sara has her arms wrapped around her father's neck and as he tries to set her back down into her bed, she's clinging to him with all the strength her arms are capable off.

"Daddy, daddy," she shouts.

Clark readily gives in and hugs her some more. "Do you want to sleep in Daddy's bed?"

Sara nods and leans against his chest, her eyelids already drooping again now that she knows Clark is staying with her. He plants a kiss on her hair and rocks her gently in his arms. Then he turns to face me.

"Is it all right with you if she stays with us?" he asks quietly. "I could also sleep in the second bedroom."

"Oh, no buster. You're doing no such thing." I wriggle my brows at him. "I've just got you back, I'm not going to sleep without you."

His face bursts into one of his thousand-watt smiles that have the power to turn me into a puddle of goo. "I was hoping you wouldn't."

We return to my bedroom where I slip out of my bathrobe and into my nightgown. Clark still holds Sara cradled against his chest. She's once again asleep. He sits down on the edge of the bed and, with one hand, lifts the covers before he slips underneath them. He rolls around and places Sara in the middle of the bed. I join him on the other side of the bed.

His cheeks look a little flushed. "I guess this wasn't what you had in mind for the rest of the evening."

As I lie down next to him, Sara turns in her sleep and reaches for my arm. She's pressing it against her chest, almost like a stuffed animal. I never thought that such a simple motion could feel so thrilling.

I look back at Clark, my heart swelling with happiness. "No, but I think I like it that way."

He leans in to kiss me, not quite as passionate as before, but no less intense. In this very moment, I feel complete in a way that I have never felt before. And I know without a shadow of a doubt that with Clark and Sara, the word family will no longer have this acid taste to it.

"Do you know how much I love you?" he asks quietly.

A tear runs down my cheek. "I love you, too, Clark. With all my heart."