Sparks of pleasure rushed through her as he kissed her with a passion that left little doubt how far he was from falling asleep. He sucked at her lower lip and explored her mouth with his tongue. She could feel his hunger, his need to be close to her that rivaled her own desire to feel more of him. Her hands found his chest and his arm. She was marveling at the feel of his soft skin and taught muscles under her fingertips.
Her hands wandered lower, tracing his firm abs and stroking his side. He made a hissing sound as she hit an obviously tender spot.
"Ouch," he muttered.
"I'm sorry," she whispered guiltily. "Should we stop?"
He shook his head, his dark eyes resting on her. "It's okay. The skin is still a bit sensitive. Just be careful with my right side and we'll be fine."
She resumed kissing him with more caution, her fingers wandering back up to trace his chest. Her lips mourned the loss of contact as his mouth left hers. The hand that was cupping her cheek, tilted her head slightly. He rained small kisses on her cheeks, soft as the brush of a butterfly's wing. His hand traveled lower, caressing its way down her neck toward her arm. Her skin tingled where he touched her. And his hand still wandered lower, briefly stopping at her hip, squeezing her lightly.
His hand once more moved upward, finding the hem of her pajama shirt. Dark eyes studied her face, quietly asking for permission. She gave him a brief nod, holding her breath before he finally slipped his hand underneath her shirt. His fingers caressed her skin in a light and feathery touch, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Her eyes fluttered shut as she savored the gentle pressure of his hand, the small circular motions he drew. A strange rush of excitement went through her as he dipped his thumb into her belly button. She'd never expected that being touched there might be sexy. But with Clark, every touch was new and exciting.
His lips found hers again, kissing her hungrily, while his hand moved further up until he found the swell of her breast. She heard him gasp as he realized that she was no longer wearing her underwear. Lois opened her eyes, curious to see his reaction. His eyes had widened slightly. She could see him swallow, while his tongue ran over his own lips in a desperate attempt to moisten them.
He took a shuddering breath, before his hand finally cupped her breast, gently stroking her skin with his thumb. His finger flickered against her nipple, drawing a slow circle. Lois moaned her pleasure, wishing he would never stop touching her this way. Jolts of electricity rushed down her spine, fueling the flame in the depth of her belly until it turned into an overwhelming need to get closer to him.
Her hands roamed his chest, taking great care to stay clear of his aching side. Suddenly, she couldn't wait to explore his more intimate parts. She let her fingers wander to the waistband of his briefs. Her hand brushed against his straining arousal. He gasped at the brief touch. Wetness pooled between her legs as she heard his reaction and recognized the desire in his eyes.
Lois wanted more of that, eliciting more moans of pleasure and making him forget all about his reservations. But wasn't that rushing things? They'd barely begun kissing, and here she was, already thinking about undressing him completely.
He noticed her hesitation. "Is everything okay, Lois? Do you want us to stop?"
"N..no," she whispered, suddenly unsure what it really was that she wanted. "Am I going too fast?"
He frowned. "I don't know." He brushed a strand of hair back behind her ear, his dark eyes studying her intensely. "Does it feel like you are?"
She nodded meekly. "All we've ever done is kissing. I don't even know if you're okay with me touching you this way."
A faint smile twitched at his lips. "I love it when you touch me," he said huskily. "It doesn't make me uncomfortable if that's what you're afraid of. But I'd be happy if we could go a bit slower. I want to savor every moment of this. I still feel like this is some weird, wonderful dream. Don't make me wake up too soon."
Lois shook her head. "You're not going to wake up."
"I sure hope not," Clark said roughly
His hand slid toward her neck and he pulled her closer, capturing her lips with a deep, longing kiss. Her doubts just dissipated in the fierce passion of his kiss, the gentle probing of his tongue and the heat of his mouth that set her on fire. Lois' eyes fluttered shut as she gave herself over to pure sensation. She moaned in protest as his lips left hers, but he kissed his way down her cheek and toward her neck.
Lois wished she had picked a different kind of sleeping attire, something with a deep plunging neckline that wouldn't feel awkward to remove. Something with straps that he could brush off her shoulder to pay attention to her breasts. She moaned again, this time in frustration.
His lips left her skin and he looked up, startled.
"Don't stop," she begged.
His lips split in a grin and he resumed nuzzling her neck. Once more she felt his hands slide underneath her shirt. His thumb found the lower curve of her breast, stroking her gently. Lois' breath caught in anticipation, hoping that his fingers would drift higher and once again find her nipple. Could she ask Clark to do it? Could she beg him to kiss her there, or would that be too bold? Shouldn't she do something to please him?
Once more, he stopped kissing her. "Lois? What's the matter? You seem so tense. Don't you like what I'm doing?"
Her eyes fluttered open and with a pang of guilt, she saw his concerned expression. She wanted to reassure him. "No, Clark."
His concern turned into an expression of utter dismay.
Lois cringed as she realized what she'd just said and how it must sound to his ears. She cringed at her stupid mistake. Some writer she was.
Lois reached for his arm as he turned on his back to give her some space. "Oh, no, no, no, I'm sorry. That wasn't what I meant at all. I do like what you're doing, very much so. I just wish…" Her heart was hammering in her chest. How was this so difficult? She took a deep breath, trying to work up all the courage she could muster. "I just wish you'd kiss me where your thumb was just stroking me."
His eyes widened. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, before he found the strength to speak. "You'd… you'd really want that?"
The dismay in his eyes was replaced by a dark gleam that sent shivers of anticipation down her spine, fuelling her desire for him. With trembling hands he pushed her shirt up slowly, almost reverently. Lois felt her heart beating in her chest, so madly as if it wanted to knock its way out. She lifted her upper body, helping him remove the shirt. She'd never been this excited to have a man undress her. But there was also a flicker of fear burning in her chest. Would he like what he saw?
Once her shirt was gone, Clark stared at her mesmerized. She felt self-conscious as she lay before him, half naked. She breathed shallowly, waiting for him to do or say anything. He ran his tongue over his lips a few times, as if they had become dry all of a sudden.
"You're so beautiful," he rasped.
His hand trembled as he reached out, running his index finger in a slow circle around her nipple, before he cupped her breast with one hand.
"Kiss me, Clark," she urged him.
He smiled hungrily and lowered his head until his lips closed around her other nipple, his tongue flickering against it, teasing it gently. His hand never stopped stroking her in slow circles. Her nipples hardened under his ministrations. She closed her eyes, feeling the soft warmth of his mouth on her breast. Sparks of pleasure went through her with every caress of his tongue and fingers. She let out a soft moan as he began to suckle lightly. After a while, his lips kissed their way to her other breast and he gave it the same careful treatment.
Lois' breath quickened with the longing building up deep within her belly, until she started to wonder if it was possible to have an orgasm just from what Clark was doing right now. It felt so incredible that she hoped he'd never stop.
But she felt a slight tremor run though his body and heard his panting breaths that didn't seem to be just a result of his own arousal. Lois could tell he was getting tired, even though she knew he would claim otherwise.
She placed her hands on his cheeks, guiding him to kiss his way toward her mouth. When his lips were on hers again, she gave his shoulders a gentle nudge until Clark turned on his back. Lois rolled around as well, slipping her legs above his and sitting down on his lap.
Lois was surprised to suddenly feel his hardness press against her most sensitive spot. Though two layers of fabric separated them, a strong surge of excitement rushed through her. She couldn't stifle a small gasp.
Clark's eyes clouded over and she heard him suck in a sharp breath. For a moment, Lois felt awkward. She hadn't consciously decided to take things a step further. All she had intended was to make Clark more comfortable. But now that she found herself in this new and exciting position, she couldn't help herself. She circled her hips, grinning at the low moan she elicited from Clark.
"What're you doing up there?" he asked hoarsely.
"I thought turnabout was fairplay," Lois whispered.
She bent down and started kissing his shoulders. She didn't know what was happening to her, but right in this moment she felt incredibly bold. She started nuzzling his neck, working her way up. He let out a shuddering breath as she started nibbling at his earlobe.
A low groan escaped from deep within his throat. "You call that fair play?"
"You don't like it?" she asked playfully. For a moment, she stopped kissing him to see his face.
Clark gave a slight shake of his head. "I do like it. But…" He trailed off as she circled her hips once more. His eyelids fluttered close. "Mhh, do that again and I'll give no guarantees for what's going to happen next."
As if to prove his point, she felt his erection twitch slightly, increasing the pressure against her folds. It was her turn to moan softly. He opened his eyes again. His gaze was gleaming with love and a desire that she wasn't sure she'd ever seen before.
"Make love to me, Clark," she whispered breathlessly. "Let's not wait, let's not find any excuses why this should be a bad idea."
His eyes widened slightly. "You're sure?"
His erection twitched again, robbing her off any coherent thought. She pressed her lips to his, her kiss hungry and passionate. Their tongues engaged in a fervent dance that left them both breathless. Clark's hands roamed her back and came to rest on her hips, pressing her a bit more firmly against his body.
Her breath hitched and suddenly, she wanted nothing more than to feel more of his naked skin against hers.
She placed another fierce kiss on his lips before she rolled off of him and started removing her pants. Clark's breath came in panting gasps as he watched her with a mixture of awe and - Lois stilled as she recognized a frown on his forehead.
She bit her lip. "What's the matter, Clark? Are you still having doubts?"
He grimaced. "Not really. But I feel like this is going too fast." He took a steadying breath. "I'm not sure where this is going exactly, but- " He cut himself off, as if he was struggling for words.
Lois flinched slightly. "I was about to take off my pants and then help you out of yours and then…" She trailed off as well, cringing at how technical and unromantic that sounded. "I guess we could stay dressed for a while, if you'd prefer that."
A deep blush crept across his cheeks. "But I want to see you naked," he admitted huskily. "Very much. It's just - if we're both naked and we go back to kissing the way we just were - this is going to be over pretty soon." He cleared his throat uneasily, his voice turning even more rough if at all possible. "I don't want this to be over."
A million butterflies exploded in her belly. In this moment she loved him even more. She wanted to embrace and kiss him until he'd be gasping for breath.
"Oh Clark, I don't want this to be over either," she whispered, a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks.
He rolled onto his side, running his hand over her belly, gradually sliding lower. "May I?"
She nodded. "Please."
He slid the pants over her hips. She lifted them up and helped him. His gaze never left her body, a look of pure adoration on his face.
"You're so beautiful," he said, his voice soft..
Then he lowered his head and started to kiss her belly, slowly traveling lower until he reached her right hip and kissed his way down her thigh until he found the sensitive skin on the insides.
More wetness pooled between her legs as his gentle lips placed soft kisses on her skin.
"So very beautiful," he whispered.
His lips slowly traveled upward, her insides twisting in a tight coil of anticipation. She spread her legs for him, giving him easier access to her more sensitive parts.
"Clark, please touch me," she begged.
His eyes widened, but his surprise quickly gave way to an eager smile. He kissed his way back to her belly, toward her breast until he captured her lips with a hungry kiss. His hand followed suit, caressing its way up her leg toward her wet folds. Her breath hitched as he stroked the insides of her thighs, his touch light as a feather. Pleasant shivers ran down her spine, adding to the tension in her groin.
Eventually, finally, he traced his fingers along the mound of her sex until he found her folds. His thumb circled her labia, the tension in her belly rising. Her breath quickened as his thumb brushed her clit so quickly, it might have been accidental. A soft moan escaped her lips and she raised her hips to help him find it again.
A mischievous glint appeared in his eyes as he resumed circling her labia with gentle brushes of his index finger, his thumb every so often flickering against her clit. Just as she opened her mouth to protest, he captured her lips with another fierce kiss, his tongue gently intruding to explore the inside of her mouth, teasing her gently.
Then his fingers dipped into her wet folds, searching for her sensitive nub. She gasped into his mouth when he finally found it, drawing slow circles around it. With a low moan, she gave herself over to the sensation. Sparks of electricity rushed through her body, more intense than anything she'd experienced before. All her nerve endings were on high alert, reacting even to the slightest motion of his finger. Her world narrowed to that tiny spot he was touching, caressing her gently until she felt she was quivering with need.
Her fingers roamed his back as if on their own volition, wandering lower until she found the hem of his briefs. She followed the hem toward his stomach and slipped past the waistband until she found the tip of his erection.
Now it was his turn to gasp. She wrapped her hand around this shaft, slowly beginning to stroke up and down. His breath quickened as she traced his tip with her thumb. She marveled at how soft, almost silky his skin was.
For a while, there was nothing but pure sensation spreading through her. His fingers were ever sending more sparks of pleasure through her body. The need to get closer to him increased. She wanted to feel more of him, and wished that his fingers would dip inside her. His hard shaft in her hand was quivering under her strokes. The whiff of his breath on her skin as he kissed her passionately. If it were up to her, the world could stop turning, She didn't want for this moment to end. Ever. But the pressure inside her was ever growing, begging to be released.
Clark's breathing became more erratic and he gently removed her hand from his erection, gasping for air.
"Not yet," he begged. "I want to last… a little longer."
As his fingers were gone, her clit was aching for his touch. Lois' own breath had quickened at the deep yearning to feel him inside her. She wanted him, needed him.
"Clark," she panted. "Please, I want you inside me."
His eyes widened. She nudged him to roll onto his back and he complied. Lois once more slid her hands under the waistband of his underpants and slid them down over his hips. He raised them to help her. His now freed erection sprang to life.
Lois couldn't help but stare. She distantly remembered that she'd wondered if he even had the same parts as a human man. Well, she needn't have worried, he was….impressive.
She swallowed past the lump that had appeared in her throat. The nervousness was back with a vengeance.
"Oh my, you're big," she whispered, half-awed and half-worried. Only when she heard herself talk, she realized that she'd actually uttered the thought.
Clark's hand, which had been reaching for her cheek to pull her into another passionate kiss, froze in mid-air. Her words had thoroughly wiped any smile off his face. His expression changed from blank to absolutely terrified, before he finally set his jaw.
"I'm sorry," he muttered, subdued.
Lois felt as if the world around her was suddenly falling apart. Why, oh, why had she said anything? She wanted to give herself a firm knock over the head. Of course, Clark would misunderstand. Her heart went out to him and at the same time, she wanted to cry with despair.
"No," she said firmly. She took his hand, holding him back before he could get up again and run out on her for good. "You're getting it all wrong. You're big… but you're not too big, I mean -" she groaned. "It was supposed to be a compliment!" Her voice was shaking slightly, belying her words. She cringed, knowing very well how weak she sounded. There was no denying that seeing Clark in all his glory had her worried that making love to him would hurt after all.
"I never noticed any difference between me and - uh - other men in that respect," Clark said woodenly.
"I'm…I'm sure there isn't," Lois whispered, trying to give her voice the conviction that would make him stay. "It's just - it's been a long time. We - we'll just be careful and we're going to be okay."
He didn't look convinced. "Are you sure, Lois? We don't have to do it, you know? I'd be content just holding you."
She nodded, placing a long, hungry kiss on his lips. "I want this, Clark. I want you, more than anything. Make love to me, now."
A half-smile twitched at his lips and he shook his head, slightly. "You're not ready, Lois."
He ran his hand across her cheek, stroking her tenderly, before he placed a kiss on her forehead. Lois' closed her eyes, cursing herself that she had to speak before thinking her words through. One moment of inattention, and everything she'd built up over the past few months was ruined. His kisses felt bittersweet, because she knew they probably meant goodbye. Tears were pricking in her eyes, as she felt him withdraw, sliding lower to leave her alone.
And knowing Clark, she'd probably find him sleeping on her sofa in that same awkward position that had brought them to this point.
"Clark," she whispered, desperately trying to find anything that would make him stay with her, that would still offer them the chance to become lovers after all.
"Yes?" The warm rumble of his voice sent pleasant shivers down her spine.
"Please stay," she begged.
"I'm not going anywhere." As he spoke, she felt the whiff of his breath between her legs.
His fingers gently traced her folds, letting her skin tingle with his touch. Once again, his thumb brushed her nub, as if by accident. Lois couldn't stifle a gasp, as her arousal was back with a vengeance. She felt her clit throbbing in anticipation of his next touch. But it wasn't his finger that touched her. Incredibly silky, hot lips kissed her labia, his tongue dipping in between, teasing her burning nub with quick flickers. Lois gasped.
Wetness pooled between her legs and she felt the flickering flame inside her belly turn into a raging fire. Sparks of pleasure were running up and down her body, still fueling that flame. Lois knew that she was getting closer and closer to the edge, with each caress of his tongue, with the gentle sucking of his mouth on her clit.
She wanted more, needed more. "Please, Clark, come inside me." Her hands started to fumble for his erection, hoping to guide him, or at least give him the same kind of pleasure.
Carefully, he dipped one finger inside her. It was exquisite torture, because it only gave her a taste of what she really longed to feel inside her.
"More," she whimpered.
Just as carefully, he added a second finger, slowly moving deep inside her. His gentle strokes were flooding her senses, making it hard to think about anything but the incredible sensations his fingers and tongue created. She felt herself teetering on the edge, getting closer and closer, but not quite reaching it.
But much as her body was begging for release, she didn't want to find it alone.
She opened her eyes, spotting him between her legs, as he surreptitiously watched her reaction.
"Clark, please, I want you," she whispered.
His eyes were gleaming with a mixture of desire and fear. "You're sure you're ready for that?"
"I couldn't be more ready," she replied hoarsely, her sex throbbing with the first signs of an approaching orgasm.
He smiled, moving up toward her, caressing her body with his as he did so. She felt the gentle pressure of his weight on her. Her fingers reached down to find his manhood. But before she could close her fingers around him, he let out a pained moan and rolled off of her and onto his back.
"What's the matter, Clark?" Lois asked, worried. "You're hurting."
He smiled through the lines of pain on his face. "Doesn't work this way," he grunted.
She squeezed her eyes shut, fighting against the surge of disappointment washing over her. She wanted him so badly. But he was hurt and she shouldn't…
"Maybe, if you're the one on top," he suggested quietly.
"Are you sure you're up to it?" she asked.
"It's either that or dying from unfulfilled desire," he whispered roughly.
"Well, we couldn't let that happen," she grinned.
"What about protection?" he asked, sounding pretty worried all of a sudden.
How had she forgotten about that? She didn't have any, and started to feel much like what Clark had suggested might actually happen, that she was going to die from unfulfilled desire.
She let out a low groan. "You're thinking about that now?"
"Well, someone should," he replied.
With a sudden flash of clarity, she remembered that before Lucy had moved out, she had placed a few condoms in her bedside table. Just in case, she had declared with a wink. Lois quickly rolled around, opening the drawer and fumbling around, praying that she would find the needed item. A few agonizing seconds later, her hand closed around a small foil package. She pulled it out triumphantly.
Her heart was racing as she opened the package and took the condom. With shaking hands, she placed it over the tip of Clark's penis and rolled it down his shaft. His eyes fluttered close as she touched him intimately.
She straddled his hips and began to stroke his erection slowly. Clark's breath hitched and he placed his hands on the side of her hips, letting them wander first down her thighs and then up again. One of his hands moved toward her belly and toward her center, his fingers finding her clit as if he'd never done anything else but please her.
Lois felt her arousal renewed, and if at all possible, even more intense than before. She bent down to capture Clark's lips in a fierce kiss. With one hand, she guided him until the tip of his penis was poised at her entrance. The gentle pressure of his tip sent new sparks of excitement through her. With bated breath, she sank down on his erection, taking him in slowly, inch by amazing inch.
He felt so good as he slowly stretched her, never pushing for more, just waiting for her to join with him. Never before had she felt anything like this. Her body was throbbing with the need to move, but his hands kept her in place. His tongue was tracing the insides of her mouth as he caressed her with his gentle kiss. They stayed like this for a long moment, enjoying that new, deep connection to the fullest.
Eventually, they could no longer fight the urge to move and Lois and Clark began a slow rhythm. His thrusts were careful, but so intense that Lois felt herself rushing toward that edge sooner than she would have liked. She wanted to draw out the moment, the sensation, but with each time she sank onto him, her breaths became shallower, the pressure inside her harder to contain.
Clark's face contorted again, this time not with pain, but with the same desperate attempt to last a little longer. He was panting, his thrusts becoming faster, more powerful as he buried himself deep inside her. Finally, Lois felt her insides explode in sensation as the first wave of a powerful orgasm hit her.
Her walls clenched around Clark's shaft and took him with her. She felt him pulse his seed into her. His low grunt turned into a low moan of pleasure. Together they rode their orgasm until they were both spent.
She sank into his arms and he wrapped her into a firm embrace. "That was amazing," he said hoarsely.
"Better than that," she replied, a silly grin on her face that she knew would remain there for a long time.
She could feel his smile against her cheek. He sounded drowsy as he spoke again. "I love you." She heard his breathing even and wondered if he had fallen asleep already. "So much."
Lois looked at Clark. His eyelids were already drooping. A sheepish smile appeared on his lips. "Sorry," he mumbled.
She slid off of him. "No need to be sorry. You need the rest. Will you hold me until you fall asleep?"
"Uh…huh," he whispered.
She kissed his cheek and wrapped her arm around his broad chest, snuggling against his side.
"Alway…." The word died on his lips as his eyes closed and he started to breathe evenly.