Chapter 21

Clark tilted her head up as he claimed her lips, his right hand on the nape of her neck. He fought her teeth to find her tongue, only to be greeted with a slight bite and a moan. A smile cracked his lips against hers, causing her to chuckle softly and pull apart. Her hands didn't stop though; they were continuing their slow movement on his belt. She popped the end out of the buckle, looking up at him with the sultriest stare he had ever seen. His jeans already displayed the rousing affection he had. The zipper would bust soon, and he knew it.

"Too slow?" Lois asked devilishly as she continued in the slowest manner possible.

He moaned softly and bent is head down, sucking softly on her neck as his right hand went to her back. His fingers slowly made their way down to her butt, slipping up under her flannel top and under her bottoms. His grin grew as he saw her eyes go wide and her mouth emit a muffled cry of surprise. Cupping her left buttock, he kissed her again, making sure she felt the same torture she was giving him as she toyed with his belt.

Lois closed her eyes and lost herself in his mouth and touch. She felt him slip his hands under her underwear suddenly, his skin flush against hers. Her eyes popped open as she felt his lips upturn in a smile. She didn't know how he had become so good at touching, but she certainly wasn't expecting him to be so bold. It seemed that in only her presence did he show his true emotion, his true hunger. It aroused her immensely, causing her nipples to harden as they brushed against his chest through her shirt.

A sudden thought hit her as she felt his other hand slowly drift down to her other cheek. "Smallville," she said hoarsely, trying desperately to stop him from kissing her, but she was failing miserably.

"Mmm?" Clark moaned against her lips as he finally got his other hand down onto her rear, cupping it much like the other. Before she could get out another word, he had lifted up to his level, her legs instantly wrapping around his waste to keep herself steady.

"Clark," she whimpered, finally able to pull away from the kiss. Clark opened his eyes and looked at her as she felt her back hit the wall. "I haven't showered yet, I'm not clean." It only caused his sheepish grin to get larger as he took it upon himself and carried her like a baby to the bathroom.

Knocking the door open, he carried her into the large bathroom and kissed her again, the pain of not having his lips on hers too much to take.

"I are you going to let me shower?" she asked, her words muffled by his constant assault on her mouth.

"No," he replied as he felt his knees bump up against the marble stone of the bathtub. It wasn't truly a bathtub, more of a hot tub, but it did have a shower tap above it. The bathroom was incredibly large, nearly the same size as the bedroom itself. There was a large sink to the right, the big tub up against the wall on the right, and the toilet was actually blocked from view by a load supporting beam.

"What are you doing then?" She pulled back from his lips and stared at him, her nipples visibly poking through her thin flannel top.

Clark looked down at her breasts, his hunger growing as he bent down, and with one hand, turned on the faucet. "I'm going to take a bath with you," he exclaimed as he stood upright again and looked into her eyes. They widened slightly as if she was considering the idea, but she nodded with a smirk, biting the bottom right corner of her lower lip. "I knew you wouldn't disagree."

"I don't think I could ever deny you Smallville, even though I like to put up a tough fight."

He grinned and kissed her again, slowly letting her down onto her feet and sliding his hands off her rear and up the back of her shirt. Instead of undoing her shirt from the front, he simply lifted it above her shoulders and threw it aside, revealing two very ample breasts, their nipples harder than stone. Her hands took only a second to respond like he had, their nimble fingers grabbing his shirt at the hem and ripping it off his shoulders. He raised his arms in the air so that she didn't have any trouble with it.

Lois tossed his shirt aside and kissed his chest, sucking faintly as she slowly tortured him by finally removing his belt. She heard the buckle clank against the linoleum floor as she hastily undid the button at the top. Her hand stopped suddenly, a small cry escaping the back of her throat as she felt two of his fingers pinch her left nipple. It took all the strength she could muster, but she managed to finally undo the button on his jeans and pull down the zipper between moaning and whimpering in ecstasy. The pressure on her nipple tightened ever more, causing her back to arch instinctively, her eyes watering slightly as the incredible feeling. It almost caused her orgasm.

"Like?" Clark asked softly, twisting her hard bud just slightly, another moan emanating from the back of her throat. He was teasing her, and he was going to enjoy every minute of it. Her back was still stiff and rigid and her eyes looked as if hey were unable to open. Grinning slyly, he shifted his hips to and fro until his pants dropped to the floor. He gently stepped out of them, never once stopping to his tight tortuous squeezing on her nipple.

Her moaning drove him on, feeding his already incredible drive. He leaned down and captured her nipple with his warmth mouth, her sudden outcry of pleasure almost causing him to buckle at the knees. His erection had already found and opening in his tattered boxers, its head poking out just a little as the elastic band stretched out from his waist. He slipped a hand down and ripped them off, snapping the elastic at a weak spot that a bullet had created. Paying no attention to where it landed, he continued his soft assault on her left nipple. It softened with every single suck, his warm saliva breaking down the goosebumps around it and exposing red pink skin.

Lois couldn't take it anymore as she felt her body go quickly rigid, a lukewarm feeling filling her body as she let out a loud moan, an orgasm slamming into her. He hadn't even removed her pajama bottoms yet, but already the wetness between her legs began to slowly trickle down her right thigh. As his warm mouth slowly broke down the hardness of her nipple, she felt a chill run up her spine and replace the warm feeling that had just recently enveloped her body. "C-l-a-rk," she whimpered haltingly, unable to form a single word as his tongue continued to torture her.

Bending down even farther, her body involuntarily following him, surprisingly her nipple never leaving his mouth, he untied the string on her pajama bottoms. He did it slowly, almost too preoccupied with her breast. After almost a minute of fumbling with the strings, he got them apart and yanked down her flannel bottoms. He had to lift her ankles out of the pant legs to throw it aside, her body completely unresponsive as she was lost in the warmth of his mouth. It pleased him immensely to know that she felt as horny as he did.

The temperature in the room rose quickly, her body slumping even further until he stood back up and let his lips slip from her. She almost let a tear out in displeasure, but he redeemed himself by putting his large left hand over her right breast and massaging it slowly. Her eyes closed once again, her mind telling her repeatedly that she should try harder to keep them open. It didn't work though, but she managed to drop her underwear and step out of it just in time for him drop his hands and lift her by the buttocks again. She let out a small cry at the sudden elevation, but it was cut short as he kissed her. His erection poked against her as she tired to wrap her legs around again for support, but he wouldn't let her.

Clark smiled as she tried over and over to wrap her legs around him, but he wouldn't let her. He had other plans. A few painful groans escaped her mouth, knowing full well that his fingers digging into her butt were causing her considerable discomfort. Spinning her suddenly, her hair trailing behind her head and hitting his face, he stepped into the hot water. It was nearing the top as he slowly let her down into it, her toes just barely skimming the top. As the farther he let her go, the more he bent his knees, until they were almost both crouching. He smiled as he reached behind and turned the faucet off without looking, allowing the water around them almost pop over the edge as their bodies went deeper.

The tub had two different levels, a foot high step on one side and just enough width and length for someone to lie down in. Lois felt his right hand go to her shoulder blades, letting her lay back into the hot water as he guided her. The cute smile on his face caused her legs to quiver suddenly as she felt his erection suddenly brush against her center and disappear. She almost whimpered, but she held strong and waited until her head touched the edge of the large tub, her back resting gently on the bottom. Her chin poked just above the water as his body slowly descended overtop of her, his lips finding hers again without much difficulty.

It went painfully slow, it all did, but he surprised her by letting himself down even lower, poking his member up against her core and begging for entrance. As much as it surprised her, it aroused her even more, causing her to smile seductively and break the kiss. When she saw his puppy dog eyes almost begging for entrance, she bit her bottom lip and nodded, her anticipation rising as he smiled again and slowly moved closer to her. With the warm water and his warm body on top of her, a sudden chill overtook her as she felt him enter at an agonizingly slow pace. It felt right though, as if he was easy himself in to let her know that he cared and that he was taking the time to do it right. She wanted it to be prefect too, but she also knew that just being with him made it so.

Seeing her head crane back in pleasure, Clark finally slid himself all the way in, his tip touching her wall jut before his scrotum touched her skin. Her body shook and jolted in his grasp, her nipples hardening again as moved his mouth into the water at her neck. The warm liquid filled his mouth slightly as he gently licked her, bringing about an almost euphoric cry from her mouth. He ate it up, placed it firmly on the front of his mind and gently slid himself back. Again he went agonizingly slow, but he could feel her contracting on him, her walls vibrating rapidly as he continued to move out. The gentle pace conveyed how much he loved her, just how much he needed and wanted her.

Lois couldn't take it anymore, his slow pace driving her not only crazy, but incredibly horny. "Please," she mouthed as she stared at him lovingly. He simply nodded and quickened himself, driving into her more rapidly, but not hard. She nodded happily and smirked, allowing herself to be taken away from reality and to be transported into his loving embrace. Time held no meaning, only the two body's in the water displaying the only existence that life was present. She did let out one cry, one moan, as he quickened. The only sign of ecstasy evident on her face was her closed eyes and open mouth, which drew large breaths as she put her hands overtop of her head and let them dangle.

As the pace began to quicken even more, she had to put both her hands on her breasts to keep them steady. The heat began to pick up as he went even faster, her throat finally letting out a few groans and moans, unable to contain them any longer. The water seemed to only get hotter as she felt him slid back and forth without much effort, her walls stretching every time he went in. It surprised how easily she had taken him, especially having seen the size of him before. She didn't know whether it was because she was quite flexible, or the fact that some higher being made her bigger just because she loved him so much, but she was happier than she had ever been in her life.

Clark closed his eyes as he fought to keep himself from exploding. He had no idea of how long he was supposed to last, but the simple fact that he could feel her contracting around him, her breath on his cheek and her lips periodically on his, it was all too much. "Lois," he warned as he grunted, speeding even faster, her hands barely able to hold her breasts steady as they slid and jolted back and forth.

"Go Clark!" she said loudly, not caring if he was about to explode. Her love for him was the only thing that mattered, and even if he wasn't going at full pace, she was still getting more out of it than anything else she had ever experience. She couldn't feel it rising, but it suddenly hit her, her climax. It caused her back to arch violently, her fingers to dig into her breasts and her mouth to let out an incomprehensible scream.

That was it, that was the point to where he let go, his semen exploding violently inside of her, his hips jerking back and forth as he closed his eyes. There wasn't much left to do but wallow away in the insane pleasure, but he forced himself to slide in and out slowly, letting the passion simmer rather than end abruptly. Her breathing was ragged, but it slowed as his did, his body almost collapsing on top of her.

Lois opened her eyes finally, staring up into his green ones and keeping them locked for over a minute. The look in his eyes hinted at nothing but love. He smiled sheepishly, his almost boy like smile coming out into full effect. "Smallville," she whispered softly, gently placing a hand on his cheek.

"Lois," he replied simply, putting his arm under back and spinning them around so that he was lying on the tub. Lois let out a muffled cry, but he silenced her with a kiss.

Lois giggled just a little as she melted onto his chest, her breasts pressing down firmly onto him as she hardened the embrace. She thought about letting him suck her tongue, but at the moment she was feeling too much bliss to allow things to get heated again. "Just hold me," she whispered as she dropped her lips from his and leaned her ear on his left shoulder.

"Of course." He turned his eyes to her and kissed her forehead. She smiled cutely in response.

-

Chloe was sitting across from Jimmy, enjoying their brunch as she saw Candice pass by with a plate full of food. "Candice!"

"Oh. Hey you two," Candice replied with a smile as she stopped and turned to them. "Where are the two love birds?"

Jimmy laughed a little, but replied. "They both decided to sleep in. Please, sit," he offered.

Candice did, setting her plate down and wiggling her seat towards the table as she laid a napkin on her lap. "So, you're telling me that those two were up all last night? I though I saw something about a bank robbery being foiled. I thought it looked like Clark." She suddenly stopped talking, looking to Chloe in embarrassment.

Knowing why the tall woman had stopped, Chloe tossed aside her worry with a wave of her hand. "Jimmy knows everything about Clark."

"Does he know about me?" Candice asked as she dug her fork into a few hash browns and lifted it to her mouth.

"She told me about your abilities," Jimmy interjected.

"Good. It sure makes things less uncomfortable." She bit into her food and chewed happily, smiling at the two of them as they exchanged awkward glances. "Something wrong?"

Chloe shook her head quickly. "No, Jimmy's just getting adjusted to everything he's learned."

"Yeah," he replied. "The world seems a lot more complex than it did last night."

Candice nodded in agreement. "Now, who's going to tell me who helped Clark foil that bank robbery?" She took a sip of her drink and eyed them.

Jimmy exchanged another awkward glance with Chloe and gulped.

-

Lift your arm," Lois commanded. He obliged and she rubbed the bar of soap on the side of his abdomen, making sure got every spot. When his arm began to fall back down, she grabbed it. "I said lift."

Clark rolled his eyes as he let her scrub him. "Lois, I'm not a child."

"I know, but is there something wrong with me wanting to rub soap all over your naked body?" She sat back on her heels, her breasts resting just above the water as she set her hands on her thighs.

Clark got a good look at her chest, shaking his head dumbly and gulping. "I guess not."

"Good, now lift." She tapped his other arm.

He nodded again and lifted his right arm, giving her access to the other side of his body. He didn't know why they were washing each other, but it had simply happened. They had been lying together in the water for nearly fifteen minutes, but as the water began to cool she had moved off him to turn on the tap to reheat it. He had simply blocked her attempt and used his vision to bring the temperature back up to a healthy level. She had said something about him being a godsend, but he couldn't exactly remember if it was those precise words. He had been mesmerized by her naked backside as she had turned to the faucets.

Even naked, Lois felt incredibly comfortable around Clark. She didn't see washing each other as a childish act, but something two loving people did out of respect and admiration for one another. She smiled as she rubbed the bar of soap in her hands repeatedly, making sure she had collected enough suds as she set it aside on the edge of the tub. Clark was half sitting half laying up in the tub, his chest exposed to her as she sat kneeling between his legs. "When did you get so good?" she asked playfully as she rubbed his hard chest with her soapy hands, making sure to take her time.

"What do you mean?" He wasn't exhausted and he could likely go for another twelve rounds, but he knew he wasn't the one with the pants in the relationship. When Lois wanted to do something, she did it. It rarely worked the other way around, but sometimes she let him have his way.

Lois smirked at him as she dipped her soapy hand in the now foggy water. She brought it out and drew circles around his chest. The water from her hand removed some of the soap, but she managed draw a neat circle around the suds. "You know what I mean." She winked, his lips upturning into a grin as he caught her meaning.

"I don't know, and to tell you the truth, I was scared." He felt no hesitation about telling her his fear. She was the woman he loved, the woman he would share everything with.

"Well, you were super," she said with a soft voice, drawing a big 'S' in the middle of the soapy circle.

Clark looked down at his chest and shook his head. "Super? I don't think so. Your the one I should be thanking."

"You're too modest Smallville, and you know it." She playfully slapped the soap off his chest, putting her hands in the water below and bringing up a handful to remove the rest.

"Modesty is just another part of me that you find endearing." He smiled devilishly as she laughed.

"Oh, so you're telling me what you think I like? Good to see that there is some metal in that brain of yours. You're going to need some gumption if you're to survive in this relationship."

Clark laughed with her and grabbed her shoulders, bringing her in for a rousing kiss. When he pulled her back, he smiled tightly. "Every day with you is going to be an adventure, but I wouldn't have it any other way."

She smiled with him and rested her palms on his chest as she leaned on him. "Well, you better be able to keep up. The last thing I need is a boyfriend who needs to be swaddled like a child."

"I think I can keep up," he replied as tickled his fingers down her spine.

"You better." Lois moved back and sat on her heels again, taking the bar of soap and putting it under the water. She took it in her right hand and slowly began drawing it up and down his submersed abdomen.

"You're under water, that's not going to work." Clark looked from his stomach and up to her face. He was right, but she looked determined to prove him wrong.

She grunted her disagreement as she rubbed the soap over his stomach, the bar bouncing rigidly over his abs as she hoped that the suds would somehow stick to him. She groaned in frustration and began to rub harder.

"Lois."

"Shh! I almost got it."

Clark laughed and grabbed her hands, pulling them above the water and taking the soap out of them with his left. "I told you it wasn't going to work."

Lois sighed and smiled. "Can you blame a girl for trying?"

"Usually, but you're the most stubborn woman I've ever met. There is no doubt in my mind that you'd wear that bar of soap down to nothing just to prove your point, but we don't have all day."

Lois smirked at him and dropped her breasts below the water again, the air in the bathroom much colder than the cloudy, soapy water. "Turn over so I can do you back."

Clark shook his head and waggled the soap in front of her eyes. He brought his arm out and wrapped it behind her back, bringing her down to him, making sure her body was right up against his.

"Smallville, what are you doing?" She asked as her mouth was muffled by his neck.

"I'm washing your back." He heard her squeak something inaudible as he looked over her shoulder as she rubbed the soap all over her back. Only the top half of her back was above the water, but he managed to get it as clean as possible.

"You smell nice," Lois mumbled as she continued to breathe face first onto his neck.

"You just cleaned me,"

"Oh. Well. Anyways."

"Right," Clark said laughing as he put the soap on the edge of the tub and continued to rub her shoulders. She moaned a few times, almost causing him to rise to attention, but he controlled himself and continued to lather her back in soap.

After a few minutes, she dug an elbow into his chest and lifted her head to meet his eyes. "Now who's the one taking liberties with time?"

Clark rolled his eyes at her and scooped a handful of water onto her back, removing the soap that had accumulated. With a few more handfuls, he had it all removed. He kissed her on the shoulder to signify he was done.

"Done already?" She asked, her voice still muffled by his neck and shoulder as she laid on him.

"Yep."

"Too bad, I kind of like it when we're close like this." She nuzzled her nose into his neck, drawing out a few light laughs out of him.

"You don't have move."

"I won't then," she replied, sighing contently and bringing her left arm from under her chest and folding it tightly on his.

Clark grinned and reached over for the shampoo. Having a large bottle of shampoo sure beat the small packets that you'd routinely get at a normal motel. Their room was a luxurious one, and something as simple as shampoo had not been overlooked.

Lois sniffed the air as she kept her eyes closed, the heat of his body comforting her. "What's that smell?"

He whispered to her to keep quiet as he began to rub the shampoo into her hair. Her long locks spread into the water, but with his other hand, he scooped up the length of it and dropped it on top of her head. She groaned against his neck and shoulder again as he began to scrub the shampoo into her hair quite vigorously. He knew from earlier that touching or massaging her scalp was something she liked. He had her melting like butter in a microwave earlier when he had done it. He whistled a tune as he continued his washing, shampoo and suds getting onto his face and into his eyes. The shampoo had no effect on him, but he had been told numerous times that shampoo stung the eyes.

Lois smiled against his neck as his soft whistling soothed her. His hand rubbing through her hair with the shampoo brought about a refreshing smell. She never acted so soft around anyone, but he brought it out in her. She put on a tough exterior, but he broke through that without as much as a lift of his finger. The more he washed, the more she felt herself losing sense of reality, her mind drifting away into what could only be described as a blissful sleep. She had just woken up, but his warmth and closeness was having an incredible effect on her.

Knowing that she shouldn't fall asleep, having already screwed up her internal clock enough, she sadly pushed herself off him.

"Something wrong?" he asked as he stopped rubbing the shampoo in her hair, his hand resting softly on the top of her head.

"No, just thought it was clean enough." She smirked as he pouted slightly, his bottom lip jutting out in the cutest way. She leaned back suddenly, dipping her head down into the water.

Clark watched in wonder at how flexible she actually was. As she rinsed her hair in the water, her breasts perked up out of the cloudy foam like two submarines rising to surface. His eyes went wide as he almost licked his lips. Everything about her was perfect, her smile, her wit, and even her breasts. As she came back up, her hair sopping wet and not a piece of soap on it anywhere, she grinned and ran her hand over, squeezing it at the same time. She smirked at him as she tried to squeeze the water out of it.

"Quit looking at my breasts," she said, ripping his attention away from her chest.

"What?" he stammered.

She shook her head and laughed. "Never mind." Bringing her hand up to her face as she sat on her heels facing Clark, she frowned and scrunched her nose. "I'm wrinkly."

"So?" Clark asked.

"I don't like being wrinkly." She used her other hand to spread the wrinkles out on her palm. Her skin went smooth, but it wrinkled back up as she removed her fingers.

Clark grabbed her hand and inspected it. "I think you look cute all wrinkled up."

She scowled at him and tried to remove her hand from his fingers, but he pulled her hands closer, essentially dragging her body closer to his. A tiny yelp escaped her lips in surprise. "I can't stay smooth like you," she said as he rubbed her hand softly. "And I'm not cute."

"Sure you are," he shot back, still smiling wide. He continued to rub her hand. "Maybe cute is not the right word, but you look beautiful even when you're wrinkly."

"Really?"

"Of course. I would think you were beautiful even if you had an eye patch and a beard."

Lois frowned strangely. "A beard?"

"Well," Clark said as he tilted his head to the side, "a beard may be a little extreme."

Lois rolled her eyes and laid back down on him.

"I thought you wanted to get out?" he asked.

Lois shook her head as she kissed him lightly. "Wrinkled or not, I'm too happy to move."

Clark smiled through their embrace and said. "Me too."