CHAPTER 14: THE HONEYMOON - DAY 2 (CONTINUED)
"That breakfast was delicious," Lois remarks as they enter their villa.
"It sure was," he replies with a smile as he picks up his suitcase. "I'm going to put my bathing suit on and I'll meet you outside," opening it.
"Alright," gathering up the beach towels and sunscreen. She steps outside and finds a spot; spreading out the towels. She remembers that she forgot something; smiling to herself as she goes back inside and picks up the book Chloe gave her. As she's about to walk through the doorway, she feels a draft on her legs. She looks up to see Clark already outside.
"What took you so long?" chuckling a little as she makes her way over to where he is.
"Very funny Smallville," she retorts somewhat sarcastically. "Doesn't that joke ever get old?" pulling off her tank top.
"Nope," a big grin on his face. He watches as she unzips her shorts. She looks up at him and notices him gazing at her.
"What are you looking at?" she asks; pulling off the shorts.
"I'm checking out my wife. I do have the right to do that you know," winking at her.
"As long as I'm the only woman you check out," walking right up to him and planting a kiss on his lips.
"You can count on that," his arms wrapped around her waist and kissing her again.
"Umm," she sighs. "When did you become such a great kisser?"
"Actually, I think it started with Chloe," he says; looking down at her.
"Chloe?" looking curiously at him.
Now he's the one who looks curiously at her. "I told you that story – didn't I?" he asks her.
"What story?" her hands on her hips.
He sits down on one of the towels and pats the towel next to him. She sits down; her arms around her knees. "Are you sure I didn't tell you?" he asks her once again.
"I'm positive," she replies. "Go ahead. Tell me the story."
"Okay," beginning to talk…
"Wow, sweet set-up Clark," Chloe says to him as she starts looking around the loft. "Spend your nights spying on any unsuspecting neighbors," noticing the telescope pointed towards the window, then continues to look at all the books.
"No I like," pausing briefly to change the telescopes position, "looking at the stars."
"I guess you truly are a gentlemen farmer," she chuckles. "Emerson and Thoreau have nothing on you." He can't help but smile at her. Then she says, "I spend way too much of my time reading," a wistful look on her face.
"Actually," Clark begins to say, "I love reading." He goes on to say, "I don't have that much time to make a lot of friends. My dad keeps me pretty busy with chores."
Then Chloe says, "My mom left me when I was really young. After that...I was afraid to make friends...because I just thought that they'd all end up leaving too, pausing for a moment. "So I buried my nose in books. Although I think I lost one of my favorites when we moved. Tales of the weird and unexplained," turning to the window. "Although something tells me I won't find much of the weird and unexplained here in Norman Rockwell's neighborhood; her back to Clark.
Clark super speeds away and returns. "Smallville's more than just dairy cows. We have a pretty good public library," She turns around and sees the book on the table and walks over to him; kissing him.
"What was that for?" he asks her; a puzzled look on his face.
"I know you've been thinking about it all day. So I figured we'd just get it out of the way and be friends," she says with a smile.
"So your first kiss was with Chloe huh? Well at least it was with someone you care about," smiling at him.
"It's funny you say that. Lana once told me something like that."
"She did huh?"
"Yep," he replies.
"Did she ever tell you why she couldn't make it to the wedding?" she asks him.
He's quiet for a moment – then he finally says, "I never invited her," he admits.
"You didn't invite her," she states. "Well I must say that surprises me. Why didn't you?"
"I didn't want to tell you this because I thought you'd get mad but…" hesitating for a minute. "The last time she came to town, she tried to…well…"
"She made a pass at you?" her eyes narrowing at him.
"Uh huh," he replies.
"Did she know we were engaged?"
"I made it quite clear that it was over between us and had been for some time. I told her that I was in love with you and had already asked you to marry me," shaking his head. "Then she walks up to me on the pretext to congratulate me but instead tries to kiss me. I pushed her away and told her that I didn't love her any more. She wasn't too happy about that. Then I walked away from her and…well…that's it," finishing the story. "That's why I never invited her."
She leans over and gives him a kiss on the lips. "Do you have any idea how much I love you?" she says after she pulls her lips away; gazing into his eyes.
"I have an idea," smiling back at her.
She picks up the bottle of sunscreen and hands it to him. "Would you rub some on my back?" her eyebrows raised.
"I'd love to," his eyes twinkling. She turns her back to him as he's opening the bottle. But he has other ideas. He puts the bottle down and brushes her hair to the side; untying the top of her bikini.
"Why aren't you…" her voice trailing off as she feels the softness of his lips on her shoulders. "Umm," she sighs as his lips make their way up her neck; his hands resting on her waist. Then they begin to make their way to her breasts; cupping them and gently beginning to massage them. "Oh Clark," she moans softly as his fingers tease her nipples.
"You like that don't you," whispering in her ear.
"Oh yes," her head falling back against his shoulder and closing her eyes.
"Have I told you about my problem?" whispering in her ear as he lays her down on the towel; lying down on his side next to her.
"What problem is that?" she asks; her eyes still closed.
"My problem is," slipping his fingers inside the front of her bikini bottom, "I need to make love to my wife as often as possible," his thumb gently pressing against her clit. "So how should I solve this little problem?" his fingers fluttering through the soft hairs of her entrance.
"Well..." pausing for a moment, "What you're doing right now is a pretty good start," she whispers.
"Alright," he says, "What about if I do this?" inserting one finger inside her and sliding it in and out of her.
"Umm," she moans softly as he adds another finger, then moans louder when he adds a third one.
"I just love how wet you are," he whispers in her ear as his fingers continue to move inside of her. After a few minutes he says, "I also have a secret," his tongue gliding around the edge of her earlobe.
"Really?" she sighs as his fingers continue to thrust inside her; hitting her aching insides.
"Want to know what it is?"
"Oh yes," she moans again as his fingers start to speed up.
"I named it," he says.
Her eyes pop open. "You named what?" a puzzled expression on her face.
"I'll tell you if you say the word," he replies.
"Huh? What word?"
"The 'P' word," he replies; a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Oh," finally getting it.
"So say it," pulling out his fingers.
"But you also have to say the actual word - NOT 'Clark Jr.'" she replies with a hint of a smirk on her face.
"I see," also pretending to think about it. "Deal," he says with a smile. Then he says, "You go first. What do you want me to do to you?" his lips lowering to her stomach and beginning to kiss his way down.
"I want you to kiss me..." hesitating for a moment.
"Where? Where do you want me to kiss you?" his fingers sliding again into her bikini bottom and pulling it down; not stopping until he reaches her ankles and completely pulling it off. Then he nudges her legs open and lays down in between; his lips now on her inner thighs and his fingers gently gripping her ass.
"I want you to kiss me on my..." hesitating again.
"On your what Lois? Say it. Say it," he repeats; his fingers gripping her ass a little harder.
"I want you to kiss me on my pussy," she finally gasps out.
"I see," removing his lips for a moment.
"Now you have to tell me what you named it," she replies.
"Well a promise is a promise so..." his voice trailing off.
"So tell me," starting to get a little impatient. "What did you name my...pussy?" she asks him.
He smiles back at her; lowering his lips again as he says, "I named it..."
TO BE CONTINUED...