CHAPTER 17: THE HONEYMOON - DAY 2 (CONCLUSION)
Clark is surprised when she walks right past the bedroom. "I thought we were going..."
"Not in my fantasy," she replies without turning her head; not stopping until they reach the living room couch. Then she turns around to face him. "This is where the fantasy continued," her free hand reaching up to stroke his nipples.
"Umm," closing his eyes as she continues caressing them. "I love it when you do that," he whispers.
She reaches up to softly kiss his lips. "You need to open your eyes for this part," she whispers after she pulls her lips away.
He opens his eyes to gaze back at her. "So what happens next in this fantasy of yours?" his eyebrow cocked.
"Well...you need to kneel down first," indicating the floor in front of the couch.
"Okay," beginning to kneel down.
"But NOT facing the couch," she adds; a smirk on her face.
He furrows his eyebrows in puzzlement. "Then where..." he begins to ask. His question is answered when she sits down on the coffee table. "I see," a thoughtful look on his face. He finally kneels down in front of the coffee table. "So now what?"
"Well..." blushing a little. "This is when you pulled off the towel. But since I don't have a towel on now, we'll just skip that step," the smirk returning to her face.
"Can I guess what the next step was?" a smirk on his own face.
"Be my guest, Mr. Kent," a smug expression replacing the smirk.
He grabs her by the waist and pulls her closer to the edge, then lifts her legs and hooks her knees over his shoulders; prompting her to throw her arms behind her. She rests her hands on the table and looks up at him in surprise. "Good guess," she quips.
"I figured as much," lowering his lips to her stomach first; his tongue licking it with long, slow strokes.
She writhes slightly as his tongue makes its way down to the soft hairs of her entrance; his warm breath caressing the wetness. "I love it when you're wet for me," he murmurs as he takes his time in lapping up every drop.
"Ahh," she moans as his lips continue to pleasure her. Then his lips find her clit and envelops it; gently beginning to suck on it. "Oh," she moans even louder when he sucks on it a little harder. Her head tilts back; her eyes closing at the tingling sensations his lips are bringing her.
His fingers grip her ass and continues to pleasure her; her ankles crossed behind his neck. "Open your eyes, Lois," he commands her. "I want to look into your eyes as you cum for me."
She opens her eyes at the sound of his voice. They're hazy with desire as he speeds up his activity; his eyes fixed on hers. Her clit is twitching beneath his soft lips as he continues. Then it hits; her body beginning to convulse as she has yet another mind-blowing orgasm. "AHH!" she cries out and collapses onto the table.
It pleases him to see the look of ecstasy on her face as she climaxes. He removes his lips and lowers her legs to the floor; pulling her up to a sitting position. "So was that your fantasy?" he asks her.
She opens her eyes. "Oh, yeah," smiling back at him; her hands now resting on his shoulders.
"So what happened next?" his lips finding her neck.
"Umm," sighing a little. "That's when Clark Jr. found little Lanie," she whispers. "Will he find her again?"
"Absolutely," pulling back a little, then lifting her off the coffee table; her legs wrapping around his waist as he stands up. "So was there any particular place where Clark Jr. found little Lanie?"
"Oh yes," she replies. "He found her on the kitchen table actually," winking at him.
"Well since we don't have a kitchen table, I guess we'll just have to improvise," making his way over to the dining room table and setting her down close to the edge of it.
She lays back on the table and throws her arms above her head; grabbing onto the edge. She looks up at him curiously. "What ARE you waiting for?" she asks.
He lays a finger over his lips; a thoughtful expression on his face. "Hum," muttering to himself. He then looks over at her. "There's something missing."
She promptly sits up. "I can assure you that nothing is missing."
"Oh yes there is," walking away from the table. "Where are you going?" she calls out to him.
"I'll be right back," he replies; not turning around and disappearing into the bedroom. While he's gone, she lays back on the table; closing her eyes and thinking about the last time he told her something was missing...
"Can I open my eyes now?" she asks.
"NOW you can open your eyes," hearing his reply.
She opens her eyes to see a table set for two in the middle of the fortress. She can't believe how romantic the fortress looks at that moment. There's candles lit all around the room; soft music playing in the background. "This is so beautiful," marveling at the way the candlelight reflects off the crystal pillars.
"Happy birthday, Lois," coming over to her and slipping his arms around her waist, then softly kissing her lips.
"Umm," sighing as they continue to kiss. Then she whispers, "Thank you, Smallville," her fingers reaching up to caress his cheek.
He smiles back at her; picking up her hands and softly kissing her fingertips. Then he looks down at her wrist; a slight frown on his face. "Something's missing," he remarks.
She looks at him curiously. "What could possibly be missing?"
Then he smiles again. "This," pulling out a box from his pocket. "It's your birthday present," handing it to her.
"I just LOVE presents," tearing open the wrapping paper and lifting the lid. She parts the tissue paper and looks inside.
"I hope you like it," reaching into the box. "I know it's not something you normally wear, but you're the only one I've ever wanted to give this to," taking her wrist. "There is a story behind it, but I'll tell you about it at another time."
"Alright," she says; looking down as he slips the bracelet on her wrist.
"There," stepping back but still holding her wrist. "It looks like it was made just for you," smiling at her.
"I love it," admiring the aquamarine stone setting. "I will wear it because you gave it to me," cupping his face with her hands. "I love you, Clark Kent," softly kissing his lips.
"I love you, Lois Lane," kissing her back...
Lois still had her eyes closed when she felt something being wrapped around both her wrists. She opens them and stares up at Clark. "What the hell?" trying in vain to sit up. She cranes her neck and finds herself tied down to the table. "Clark Joseph Kent!" her eyes narrowing at him.
He smiles down at her. "I told you something was missing," a smirk on his face.
"I can't believe you just tied me down to the table," a frown on her face.
"That's right," his finger softly gliding between her breasts.
"You are SO going to pay for this," glaring at him.
"Maybe so - but I assure you that you'll enjoy every moment of my fantasy," lowering his head and taking her breast in his mouth.
"Uhhh," she moans softly as his teeth gently graze her nipple; his hand pinching her other one.
"Told you," continuing to suckle from her breast. "Umm," he moans. "You taste so delicious," he murmurs. Then he lifts her legs up and wraps them around his waist; his arousal barely grazing her entrance. "You'll enjoy this even more," he says teasingly as he slowly pushes forward until he's buried completely inside her.
"Ahh," she moans louder as he begins to move in and out of her at a slow yet steady place. He wraps his arms around her and continues to pleasure her breasts. Her back arches; her eyes closing as he begins to speed up his thrusts. "More," she cries out.
"You want more? I'll give you more," thrusting deeply inside her and hitting her aching inner walls.
She continues to moan loudly as his arousal hits her g-spot over and over again. "AH, CLARK!" she screams out as her orgasm finally hits; her eyes bulging out of their sockets and her body convulsing beneath him.
He holds her tightly as she shakes within his arms; softly kissing her as she finally begins to settle down. He only needs a few more thrusts to have his own release; his own body shaking. He lays down on top of her; his head resting on her chest. "Umm," sighing and closing his eyes.
"Umm," she sighs as well; kissing the top of his head. Then she says, "Smallville?"
He lifts up his head to gaze at her. "Yes Lois?"
"Will you please untie me now?"
He smiles back at her. "I'm not finished with you yet," the smirk returning to his face.
"What do you mean you're not finished with me yet?" her eyes widening in shock.
"That was the main entree," he replies. "I haven't had dessert yet," winking at her...
TO BE CONTINUED...