Without warning or preamble, he grasps her shoulders and lifts her to her feet.
Her expression is one of surprise and curiosity, but she remains silent, her eyes locked on his.
In one fluid motion, he wraps his arms around her, his right hand cupping her perfect bottom while his left hand rests against her back, and lifts her effortlessly until she's face to face with him, her body pulled flush with his, his steely length pinned between them, her breasts pressed against his muscular chest.
They remain that way, naked bodies pressed together, faces mere inches apart, gazes locked, breathing each other's breath, and then he slowly leans forward to kiss her, but she leans back, which causes him to halt his movement and look at her quizzically.
Her voice is soft and breathy, "What about Lois?"
His voice is low and husky, "What about her?"
"She's your girlfriend, Clark."
"Maybe I don't want her to be my girlfriend anymore. Maybe I want you to be my girlfriend."
Her eyes widen at that, but she doesn't move.
Taking that as a good sign, he continues, "Lois and I don't really mesh. I know fate says we're supposed to be together, but she's not my type. If she were, I wouldn't be as limp as a wet noodle around her, especially when she's naked and trying to jerk or suck me off. Artificial breasts and a shaved pussy may be all the rage these days, but I prefer natural breasts, regardless of how big or small they are, and, call me old fashioned but, nothing is sexier than a full, untrimmed bush." He pauses briefly before continuing, "Plus, there's obviously something between you and me, and I don't just mean my cock."
That earns him a tiny smirk and a brief giggle from her, but he presses on, "I've always found you attractive, Chlo, and that's been very evident here today. Just the sight of you, fully clothed or otherwise, gets me hard, and I've never felt anything as amazing as what we just did."
This time, she blushes and smiles her appreciation for his compliment, but remains silent, and he continues, "Right now, feeling your body pressed against mine, it's so amazing, but I want more." He pauses. "I want to kiss you, to taste you, to run my hands over your body, to make love to you."
His eyes bore into hers with an intensity she's never seen or felt before and finishes with, "I want you."
Her heart skips a beat, her insides melt, and she has to fight not to kiss his face off. Instead, she says in a breathy yet sultry voice, "Then take me."
And he does, his lips capturing hers as he kisses her for all he's worth, pouring out all of his pent up emotion, all the desire, all the need, all the love he has for her, and she kisses back with equal intensity and feeling, her arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him close, her stiff nipples scraping against his chest as she undulates with pleasure, caught up in the moment and the feel of his mouth on hers.
Lips part, and tongues duel as they continue their heated make out session, but it's not enough, for either of them. There's still too much distance between them.
Without breaking their kiss, Clark maneuvers them so Chloe's back is facing the bed. Slowly, and with supreme dexterity and precision, he lowers her to the bed and manages to keep her pressed against him all while kissing her like his life depends on it.
Air soon becomes an issue, for her mostly, both from their non-stop kissing and his weight pressing down on her, so, reluctantly, they stop kissing, and he lifts himself up, resting the bulk of his weight on his elbows, both of them panting from their oral gymnastics.
Looking down on her, her eyes hooded with lust, her lips swollen from his kisses, he's once again struck by her beauty, and his desire for her climbs ever higher. He needs her, wants to feel her, wants to give her pleasure like she's never known.
His need and desire turn into action as he slides down her body, sits back on his haunches and takes in all of her loveliness.
She remains still, lying prone before him as his eyes roam over her body, taking in all of her curves and contours in turn, from her breasts to her belly to her hips before finally settling on the thick thatch of hair between her legs.
He can feel the excitement and anticipation radiating from her, can see it in the slight tension of her muscles and hear it in her increased heart rate as he stares at her most intimate place. He's not entirely sure what he's going to do just yet, but whatever it is, he's certain she'll enjoy it.
He's transfixed by her chestnut muff, mesmerized by the hint of dewy moisture that makes it glisten.
I did that, he thinks. I made her wet.
The thought fills him with masculine pride, but another thought pops into his head.
I wonder what she tastes like.
With a tentativeness that belies his desire, he reaches out his right hand, gently skimming over her glistening curls before slowly sliding his fingers through them, luxuriating in the downy soft feel as the individual hairs slip between his fingers.
He continues his gentle exploration, almost like petting a newborn kitten, and she begins to squirm, enjoying his touch but needing so much more.
She parts her legs, giving him better access, and his hand goes lower, lightly skimming over her sex, which causes a sharp intake of breath and a whimper to escape her lips.
Looking up, he sees the lust, the desperate need in her eyes, and she says in a pleading, breathless voice, "Please."
Not wanting to make her wait or suffer any longer, he removes his hand and leans down until his face is mere inches from her aching sex, and he stops, inhaling deeply through his nose, the heady scent of her arousal filling his senses and acting like a drug, an aphrodisiac, that makes his pulse quicken and his eyes glow faintly orange.
Unable to fight his urges any longer, he lowers his face and places a soft kiss against her intimate lips, which causes her to shiver. Liking her reaction, he grows bolder, gently running his tongue along her seam, tasting her ambrosia for the first time and instantly becoming addicted to it.
He licks a second time, his tongue lightly parting her lips and dipping ever-so-slightly inside her, which makes her whimper and plead for more.
He gladly obliges.
He begins to lick her in earnest, his tongue parting her slick folds, but it's not enough, so he alternates between long licks and short thrusts, using his tongue like a mini-cock.
Her thighs clamp around his head, and her hands alternate between stroking his hair and tugging on it as the pleasure he's causing begins overwhelming her senses. Whimpers become soft moans and quiet curses mixed with the occasional, 'Yes. Right there. More. God...Clark.'
It isn't long before she's writhing, desperate for release, so close to the edge but not quite reaching the precipice.
As if by instinct, he ceases his licking and finds her sensitive nub, first kissing it and then sucking it into his mouth, rolling it around, flicking it with his tongue.
Her whole body stiffens, electric shockwaves radiating from her clit, suffusing and overloading her body with pleasure as her orgasm hits her. Her inner muscles contract, a gush of liquid heat flooding her tight channel. Her back arches off the bed, and a strangled scream dies on her lips as her breath is stolen from the shear intensity of her release.
On and on it goes, her body writhing, her muscles twitching and convulsing, her thighs squeezing his head like a vise, her hands clawing at him, pulling his hair, her nails digging into his invulnerable scalp as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure courses through her body, and just when it seems as though it's going to be too much for her, the pleasure begins to recede, her body collapsing onto the bed, her thighs loosening their hold on his head, her muscles relaxing, her heart gradually beginning to slow, her breathing slowly evening out.
He feels the change in her body, knows that he's accomplished his goal, so he eases off, releasing her clit from his mouth, but he's not ready to leave, so he opts to gently lick her swollen lips, lapping up her delicious cream as she continues to come down from her high.
He continues his delicate ministrations until he feels her lightly stroking his hair. Placing a gentle kiss upon her intimate lips, he lifts his head and looks up to find her looking wonderfully spent, her hair mussed, her eyes glowing, a small, satisfied smile on her lips, a light sheen of sweat coating her flawless skin, and his chest swells with pride.