STOP AND…

Ever since that day when he came to check on her, and she spilt her guts to him, and especially after he held her in his arms for the longest…she had been having these uncontrollable urges…that she had barely been able to control to touch him, hold him comfort him and kiss him…and then sometimes much, much, more.

So she knew where he stood, he didn't feel the same…he would never feel the same…and so she put up all her usual guards and accepted the reality of the situation. At least he would always be her friend.

And then she woke up in what seemed like an alternate universe.

He wanted her…and the intensity of his emotions was daunting to say the least.

She was afraid of what she was letting herself get into.

But it was too late to back out now. He was holding her and kissing her, and working on the buttons of the shirt she was wearing…his shirt.

The first time she had put on his shirt was when she first meet him, she didn't know him very well, but

At the time, she only put on a guy's shirt for one reason…it never happened. Clark was still all too innocent back then for what she was hinting at when she walked in on him taking a shower.

But today, the same shirt was falling off her shoulders, and nothing but black lace was left.

She framed his face with her hands and tried to steady herself, she was no longer that wild rebellious girl, but a grown woman who knew the consequences of a failed affair with a friend all to well.

But according to Clark, they were married.

She heard herself moaning as he lifted her up and placed her gently on the bed, she tugged at his shirt and started to pull it over his head and blushed at the large smile he gave her.

But his hands were busy as well, tugging at her lace bra, he wasn't sure if it was undone from the front or back. After a minute of fumbling, she placed her hand on his, and showed him the clasp.

He just looked at her dazed….she was beautiful.

His hesitation, the way he was looking at her, almost examining her made her uneasy, so her hand found the back of his neck, and she pulled his head down…but not to her lips.

Hot wet and needy…that is how his mouth felt on her. She was amazed at good he was with his mouth…he knew what to do…exactly where to touch and tease. He switched several times before she started pulling at him. He quickly responded by pulling the black lace panties off of her.
She grabbed his buckle and started to undo his trousers.

He had the best chest, back….muscular and strong. Tan everywhere…everywhere but there. It was surrounded by a dark set of waves and curls…such a contrast made him look positively wicked. She remembered how she thought about him when she first saw him…it was why she had wore the shirt in the shower that day to begin with…she kept thinking about him.

She couldn't take her eyes off of him. "I should stop this now…I should pull away…we should talk first…God…what if this is a mistake?"

He loved the way she was checking him out…he sensed her hesitation and knew she was scared of changing their relationship. But it had changed he knew it even if she didn't. Even so she was on the verge of backing out…but the look in her eyes gave him hope that she wouldn't

And then he decided, he wasn't going to give her time to change her mind.

He knew he was being selfish...But it was for her own sake as well. He crawled on top of her and took her, and at the same moment he purposely whispered something in her ear, and then began nuzzling her neck with his lips. She tasted like heaven, and felt like softness itself.

He caught her off guard when he took down the last barrier between them. Even more so the way he did it, with an intensity that was so unlike him it really overwhelmed her. It took a second for him to start to make her have chills all through her body. That was followed by flashes of heat.

He was strong, and he was hitting all the right places… she realized too late that her hands hand minds of their own as they explored the forbidden parts of his body. It made him moan stroke her in rhythm with her, he wasn't moaning…it was more like a possessive growl than anything else…God forbid her leaving his arms at this moment…he wouldn't have it….he was owning her with a passion she never expected from him.

He felt like he could go on forever…he finally felt complete, the moment he felt her gush for him, and he then for her…it was the moment…the one moment he has spent his life wishing for.

He rolled off of her only to pull her to him, facing him. She was trembling…with her emotions overwhelming her she was in awe of him in that moment. He sensed her feelings, and responded by kissing her lips ever so gently…

Her hand stoked his cheek, and her eyes stayed glued to him. He kissed her palm and held her hand in his…

She was at a loss for words…"I love you" was booming in her heart…but she held this hand closely to her heart, and attempted to put on a poker face...but it was impossible.

After kissing her palm he looked back at her and framed her face…"Why Lois," he said with a smile… "Don't tell me you're speechless."

"Clark, I…I…" emotions overwhelming her, she couldn't find the words

But Clark found them for her…"I'm happier than I have ever been…for the first time…I feel complete…Oh Lois…"

She stroked his face, and he continued in a whisper…"Tell me you're happy too…"

"I am…you…you're…I…if you only knew…"

"Tell me…" and kissing her palm again he whispered, "Tell me then…I have to know…please…"

"I'm not just happy…I'm lost in your arms."

He smiled and started kissing her face, and then whispering in her lips he said "Then come closer…come get lost again…

She did.