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A Summer In Love	By : Winchesters1967 Category: Smallville > Het - Male/Female Views: 1892 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Cassie grinned from ear to ear, as she walked alongside the many housing units on base, and basked in the way the scorching sun felt on her olive-toned skin.
She felt completely and utterly amazing.
She felt like this huge chip was lifted off her shoulders—she felt like everything was right in her life again, except for the fact that her best friend was still gone, but had a feeling that she would be for quite some time.
A little over two weeks ago, she had an epiphany of sorts, she had realized that The General was having her followed—having her every movement watched, but for some unknown reason that had all stopped, and she couldn’t be happier about it. She didn’t know why or even who had been tasked into following her. She had even tried to find out who it was, but it was useless now, especially since she wasn’t an interest to The General any longer, and she was exceptionally glad about that.
She didn’t have to worry about anything anymore. She didn’t have to feel that uneasy sensation in the pit of her stomach anymore. She didn’t have to look over her shoulder anymore. She could just go on with her life like she did before—like nothing had changed, without a single problem—a single doubt, except for one specific problem that seemed to cross her mind constantly.
Where the hell was Lois?
She wished she could know where her best friend was—she wished she could talk to her about everything and nothing—she wished she could see her, even if it was just to gossip about either her problems with Wes or Lois’ problems with her father, and men, of course.
She didn’t know if she would be able to do any of those things anytime soon, of course, she knew Lois would eventually come back, but had a feeling that it would be a long, long time from now. She wanted this. She needed this. She would see her best friend again, and when they did, she wanted to know everything. What she did—who she met—where she went. A multitude of questions ran through her mind, but all of those would have to wait for the day they were reunited.
She hoped she was enjoying herself wherever she was, and had a feeling deep inside her gut that she was probably having the best time of her life or causing havoc.
It was probably a little bit of both, she thought, with a smile on her face.
She missed her…a lot.
But, she knew that this was something she needed to do for herself, and couldn’t help but be extremely happy for her, even though a small part of her hoped that she was here with her, now.
She slowly walked into the main corridor, but stopped dead in her tracks when she passed The General’s office, and heard loud, booming voices coming from inside. She peered closer to the slightly, cracked door her curiosity getting the best of her, and listened.
She heard The General’ gruff voice, “What do you have for me?”
She wondered, briefly if she should walk away. He could be handling business, and she really, really didn’t want to know about some of the military agenda’s that go on behind closed doors, but couldn’t stop herself from continuing to listen.
“I don’t have much, sir, but I was able to find something of great importance.”
She gasped, slightly, her hands covering her mouth, if only to stop any sounds from coming out, when she heard Wes’ voice responding to The General.
In that moment, she knew the truth—the truth she had been searching for, but never actually found.
It was Wes.
Wes had been the one that was following her.
She wished she could be mad—upset—pissed at him, but she couldn’t because she understood that he was only taking orders, and to defy The General’s orders would not be a very pretty experience. She had seen the outcome many, many times before, especially all the times Lois defied her father’s wishes.
She shuffled a little closer to the door. She needed to know what they were talking about. It was about Lois, everything was about Lois when it came to The General these days. It just had to be.
“Well, what did you find, soldier?”
“I think we have found something that could lead us to Lois’ location, sir.”
Her eyes widened.
Her mouth dropped open.
“Are you telling me that you have found my daughter?”
“If our calculations are correct then by the end of the week Lois should be back on base.”
Her heart dropped to her stomach.
No. No. No. This couldn’t be happening!
They knew where she was? They found her? They were going to force her to come back?
Nope! There was no way in hell she was letting that happen, not when this is what Lois wanted—needed so desperately.
She rushed away from the doors, outside the main corridor, and made a dash for her quarters. She needed to warn Lois, and she needed to do it now!
The General waited, quite impatiently, as Wes slowly crept over to the purposefully cracked open door, scanned his surroundings, and closed the door. He turned around, “She’s gone, sir.”
He clapped his hands together, loudly, “Good! By tomorrow we should know whether Cassie does what is expected of her, and if she does then we will have my daughter’ location.”
Wes nodded.
He despised himself, at the moment. He hated doing that to Cassie. He hated tricking her into believing that they actually knew where Lois was, but not only would she call her to warn her, of course, but she would be leading them straight to his wayward best friend.
Two weeks ago, The General had revealed his brilliant idea of forcing Cassie to somehow call Lois, and at first, he had thought it was absolutely ridiculous, but after two weeks of carefully devising and hatching a plan, it seemed to work. It was dirty. It was wrong. It was sinful. But, honestly, it’s not like he could have refused to do it, that would mean either the end of his career or being on The General’s bad side, which he really, really didn’t want to be on…ever.
“I want good news by the end of the day tomorrow, soldier.”
“Sir, yes, sir,” he saluted before leaving his office.
He didn’t just despise himself. No. He was utterly disgusted with himself. He had just done the one thing, which was the worst possible thing he has ever done in his entire life.
He tricked the woman he was in love with.
He would be forcing his best friend to come back to base.
When all this began, there was a small part of him that believed he could keep his relationships with the two closest—two most important people in his life, and now he knew that, that hope was just shattered into a million pieces, especially when they found out the truth.
He knew Lois would find out the moment he found her, mostly because she would ask, and he would tell her the truth. He would never, ever lie to her or Cassie for that matter. Cassie would find out either because he told her or Lois did herself. He was betting on the latter.
He sighed, heavily, as he walked towards his quarters.
It was almost over. He wouldn’t have to deal with this anymore.
He wanted his life back, and that would happen within the next day or so, even at the cost of losing his friendships with Cassie and Lois.
Lois could feel the warm, morning breeze whipping across her face, and felt the sun beaming down on her skin, as she jogged through the dirt path of the trail.
It was so beautiful here, especially this early in the morning.
Over the past week, she had started jogging every single morning, and frequented many different trails, but preferred this one over the rest of them, mainly because of how clear the mountains were from here.
It wasn’t just beautiful—it was breathtakingly beautiful.
She used to do this all the time, but since she had left Arizona a little over a month ago she hadn’t even contemplated doing it. It was ten times better doing it here then on the base, where all there was, was dry sand and plain housing units, besides here she was free to go wherever she wanted, whereas at the base she felt confined and smothered.
She stopped, rested her hands on her knees, slightly bent over, as she attempted to catch her breath, and gulped down some cool, refreshing water.
She grinned from ear to ear, as memories of the past two weeks flashed behind her eyes, and made her insides hum with anticipation of what was to come next.
She had thought that her and Clark’s first date had been blissfully perfect, but the past two weeks with him has been ten times better, and she couldn’t wait to make even more memories with him.
It had definitely been the best two weeks of her life.
They had done everything that they had already done time and time again, except things were a little different—they were different because they could do or say what they wanted to each other. They flirted more openly with each other—they touched each other more so now that they were together, and not just friends—but most importantly, they could kiss each other whenever they wanted to.
She enjoyed that part…immensely.
She loved kissing him—touching him—holding him.
It was the greatest feeling in the entire world.
Every single time he touched her—held her, and especially kissed her she would feel her entire body tremble. A tingling sensation that would start at the top of head travelled all the way down to the tip of her toes, and it filled her heart completely.
She had even begun to see a completely different side to him—a side that he obviously kept hidden within himself until he was comfortable enough to let it shine through. He was more carefree. He teased her, even more so than he already did. He was more open with her, except for that pesky little detail about his past that he was running from, but if he didn’t want her to know than that was okay, besides she hadn’t told him a single thing about her past either.
She completely believed that he was showing her the real Clark Kent, the part of himself that he never showed anyone, and she was glad he was showing those parts of himself. It made her feel happy, excited, but most of all hopeful.
He wasn’t the only one who was showing the real parts of themselves. She was too. She was able to show him sides of her that not even her closest friends knew about, and it felt like he knew her better than anyone else, and she liked that feeling, especially since it seemed she knew him better than anyone else as well. She was still opinionated, brash, and never, ever shut up, but like he had told her many times he liked those things about her the most. She was able to express her feelings for him more clearly, and that was something that she had never, ever experienced before. It felt amazing that she could with him, and he could do the same with her.
She yelped, completely startled, as she was pulled from behind, and pressed against a large granite rock, dropping her water bottle in the process.
She took several, deep calming breaths, trying to return her racing heart back to normal, and glared at the man who was responsible for scaring the living shit out of her…again.
Clark.
He was smirking at her, and had the biggest grin plastered on his face.
If he wasn’t invulnerable, she would strangle him—beat him—kill him for once again startling her to kingdom come. He had made it an almost daily routine to surprise her beyond belief. He was always amused by it, but it was much to her disdain. She hated it when he did it.
She opened her mouth to berate him, like she has so many other times before, but whatever she was about to say was cut off by him gently pressing his lips against hers, effectively shutting her up.
He kissed her like he has so many other times before, and felt her heart begin to race—her skin tingled from head to toe—and her entire body trembled from his touch.
It was soft.
It was sweet.
It was full of passion.
It was filled with the longing—the desire they both felt, and it was only getting stronger and more intense the more time they spent together.
He wrapped his strong, muscular arms around her body, his hands slowly trailing down her sides until they rested on her waist, and squeezed, softly. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her hands going to her favorite place, his hair, and tangled her fingers through his soft locks.
He pressed his body against hers, leaving absolutely no room between them, and softly nibbled on her bottom lip, coaxing her lips to open up to him. She tilted her head, deepening their kiss, parted her lips, and gasped when his tongue darted into her mouth, playfully swirling around her own. They rolled over each other, massaging, and dancing the dance they knew all too well.
He slowly pulled away from her, keeping his body firmly pressed against hers, and gently rested his forehead on hers. He felt like he couldn’t breathe, which wasn’t exactly possible, but with her it always felt like that. He lost all ability to breathe after kissing her, and he never, ever wanted it to stop, he only wanted more—more of her.
“Good morning, beautiful.”
She smiled, also trying to catch her breath from his powerful and mind-blowing kisses. “That was one hell of a good morning kiss, Mr. Kent.”
He grinned from ear to ear, staring deeply into her hazel eyes, “I can’t help myself. I love kissing you.”
She rubbed her nose against his, “Well, the feeling is definitely mutual.”
He smirked, “I think you need to prove it, Miss Lane.”
She smirked right back, “You asked for it,” and then she kissed him…hard.
She pushed him back slightly, before turning them around so, he was now pressed up against the rock, and basked in the feeling that she had the upper hand in their dueling affections for each other.
She pulled away from him, smirking, “Is that enough proof for you?”
He rolled his eyes at her, but couldn’t stop smiling at their antics. He loved holding her—kissing her—feeling her body pressed against his own. He loved it so damn much.
“So, mind telling me why your late?”
He grinned. He was supposed to meet her a little over an hour ago, but instead of coming up to her like he did every single morning, he had opted for watching her as she jogged, and waited for his opportunity to sneak up on her.
Which he did rather well, he thought.
He loved startling the living daylights out of her. It was so, so much fun. “If you must know, I was preparing myself for our little rematch race.”
She smirked, “You mean, preparing to get your ass kicked.”
“On the contrary, I was preparing myself to win today, because that’s exactly what’s going to happen, just like last time, and I’m going to revel in having you do whatever I want you to do.”
She growled at him, playfully, and effectively pushed him away from her. “That goes both ways, farm boy. So? Are you ready or not?”
He nodded.
She waggled her finger at him, “No cheating allowed, mister.”
He crossed his heart, “I promise.”
They got into their racing stances, smiling like Cheshire cats at each other, and counted down, simultaneously before taking off in a free for all sprint.
Clark stood at the end of the trail, his arms crossed over his chest, as he watched Lois practically jump up and down in utter excitement.
“Yes! Yes! Yes! I win! That means you have to do whatever I want you to!”
He shook his head, smiling at her. He could have easily won, without the use of his powers, but he wanted to see her excitement in beating him, and quite honestly, he was a little thrilled at the idea of what she was going to make him do. He was really, really curious about that.
“Okay, Lane, you’ve had your fun, now tell me what am I expected to do?”
She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her to him before she kissed him, softly. “You are taking me to the Fourth of July celebration at the park today.”
He smirked, “My, my, Miss Lane, are you asking me out on a date?”
“What would you do if I was?”
He didn’t answer, just kissed her again.
He looked deeply into her beautiful eyes, “I’d love to take you to the park tonight.”
She grinned before practically throwing herself into his arms, and hugged him, tightly. He tightened his arms around her, hugging her back, and buried his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling the scent that was purely her.
He slowly started dragging her down the dirt path, their arms still wrapped around each other. He had already planned on asking her to be his date tonight, and felt excitement surge through him at the prospect of what tonight would bring. He couldn’t wait to watch the fireworks with her.
Several hours later, they were walking through the slightly crowded park searching for the best place to sit down and relax so, they could enjoy the fireworks together. They walked in silence for a few minutes before they found a relatively isolated spot near the back of the park, which happened to be surrounded by trees, bushes, and wasn’t too crowded.
She softly laid out the deep, dark red plush blanket on the green grass, while he set down the two large picnic baskets he had packed earlier onto the blanket, and they sat down together.
She looked around her surroundings, admiring the beautiful greenery that surrounded them, and enjoyed how isolated it seemed to be. She didn’t want too many people to be crowding them. She wanted this to be just them. “I think this is the perfect spot. We will still be able to see the fireworks, and hopefully it won’t be too crowded with people.”
He wanted that too. He wanted to be alone with her tonight. He wanted this moment to be just about them, but couldn’t help wanting to tease her. “Are you trying to keep me all to yourself?”
She grinned, “Is that such a bad thing?”
He grinned right back, “That depends. Does that mean I get you all to myself?”
“I think that can be arranged.”
He grinned from ear to ear. He loved it when they teased each other. It was so easy for them, and it felt so right, especially doing it with her.
She eyed the two picnic baskets, suspiciously. He had refused to tell her what he was bringing, which caused her to become even more curious about what he had planned for tonight. She slowly grabbed them, pulling them towards her, “So, what did you bring us?”
She quickly started rummaging through them, oblivious to the way Clark was smiling at her. He was more than just excited about spending tonight with her. He had never watched fireworks, in such an intimate way before, and was very, very intrigued about this.
She pulled out the different assortments of food, making sure every single item was splayed out in front of them. There was a variety of six different kinds of cold sandwiches, there was two large tubs of potato salad, and several varieties of drinks, which included water, juice, and soda, her personal favorite.
They enjoyed their meals in comfortable silence, as soon as they finished they both laid down on their backs looking up into the slightly darkened sky.
She looked over at him. “It’s so peaceful here. I’m glad we found this spot before anybody else.”
He slowly rolled onto his side, facing her, and rested his head on his hand, “It is, but why do I get the feeling that the only reason you like it here so much is because we are all alone.”
She copied his movements, and smirked. “I think that is a very likely possibility.”
He shook his head. “Well, I think I’m liking that possibility…a lot.”
She moved a little closer to him, “Now that you have me here all alone, what are you going to do with me?”
He simply said, “this,” before he leaned forward, and captured her soft lips in a sweet and tender kiss.
He pulled away from her, staring into her eyes, and brushed his fingers down her cheeks. “I have a surprise for you.”
She glared, playfully, “Clark! I’ve told you a million times I hate surprises.”
“You’ll like this one, I promise.”
He kissed her, quickly, “Don’t go anywhere.”
She watched him walk away for a few seconds before plopping back onto the ground, and as she stared up at the sky, wondered what he had planned. He was just full of surprises today. If she didn’t know better, she would assume that he already had this whole day planned before she even asked him to take her, which didn’t really surprise her. He was such a sappy, romantic, but that was one of the things she liked about him the most.
Not even five minutes later, he returned with another basket, and set it down in front of her before sitting down.
She looked between him and the basket a few times, “What’s that?”
He gestured his hands towards it, “Open it.”
She did, very slowly, and grinned from ear to ear, as she saw the contents inside. It was two maple donuts, and two thermostats obviously filled with coffee.
She smiled up at him. “How did you know that this would be perfect before we watch the fireworks?”
“Maybe because I know how much you love having desert and coffee in the evenings, and since we can’t really go to the café tonight, I thought it would be a great idea before we watch the fireworks together.”
“You can’t fool me, mister. I know you enjoy it just as much as I do.”
He smiled.
He really, really did, but truth be told, he just wanted to see her smile, and would do everything in his power to see that heart-stopping smile cross over her beautiful face.
They finished off their donuts and coffee, when Clark noticed that she had some maple smeared on her upper lip, and softly chuckled. He pointed towards her lips, “You have a little something there.”
She grabbed a napkin, intending to wipe it off, but he quickly grabbed her hand, stopping her movements. “Let me.”
He slowly leaned forward, licked off the maple, and grinned at her when he pulled away.
She grinned back before leaning forward, pressing her lips against his, and they shared a sweet and tender kiss.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The fireworks blasted brightly in the night sky. It was so beautiful. The different colors looked brilliant contrasting against the darkened skyline.
He sat behind her, his arms wrapped around her waist, with his hands resting on her stomach, as she sat in between his legs, her back leaning against his chest, and tracing invisible shapes on his hands.
She looked up at him. “This was a great idea. I’m glad I thought of this.”
He smirked down at her, “You already know that I was going to ask you anyways.”
She nodded.
He rested his hand on the side of her face, smiling, when she softly closed her eyes. “Happy fourth, Lois.”
She opened her eyes, “Happy fourth, Clark.”
He slowly leaned down, and kissed her, passionately underneath the moonlight, and booming, colorful fireworks.
A few hours later, they were cuddled up on the bed together, their arms wrapped around each other, as they finished Lois’ favorite movie of all time, ‘Live Free or Die Hard.’ Ever since their first date, they had opted for cuddling together before falling asleep in each other’s arms, and they liked it that way.
As the movie credits rolled, she looked up at him, “So? What did you think?”
He hesitated. How could her tell her that he didn’t really care for all the fighting, action and blood? He wasn’t really into action movies, never has been, but he did enjoy a nice love story every once in a while.
No wonder she calls you a sap, he thought.
“Uh…I liked it.”
She smacked his chest, playfully, “You’re lying!”
“No, I’m not. I really did enjoy it, Lois.”
She sat up, staring at him, “Really? What was your favorite part?”
GULP!
He was definitely in trouble now. He wasn’t really paying attention to the movie. He was too focused on her. He watched, secretly, as she would laugh, sigh, and even sniffle at certain scenes during the movie, but of course, he would never call her out on it. He knew how much she tried to hide her true emotions.
She stared at him, waiting for him to respond, but his silence said a hell of a lot more than words actually would. “You weren’t even paying attention, were you?”
He looked over at her, smiling shyly, and shrugged his shoulders. “Uh, no? I’m sorry, Lois. It’s just that, um, I don’t really watch horror movies.”
She chuckled, “Horror? You call that horror? You have a lot to learn about movies, mister. If you want to watch a good horror movie there’s Jaws, Saw—”
“Uh, no, I think I’m good,” he interrupted her, as he slowly sat up.
She crossed her arms over her chest, glaring playfully at him. “Aw! What’s wrong, Clark? Can’t deal with a good horror movie? Is it the blood you don’t like or would you prefer to watch a plain, boring chick flick?”
He looked away from her. It was useless though, he knew that she would be able to read the truth off of him. She was really, really good at that.
She gasped, slightly. “Oh my god! It’s true, isn’t it? You would rather watch chick flicks! My boyfriend is such a sap! What the hell am I going to do with you?”
He smirked, everything she said except for one thing registered in his mind. “Boyfriend? Is that what I am? Your boyfriend?”
Her mouth fell open, as she realized what she let slip, and then closed it again. She didn’t know how to respond to that. She never meant to let that slip. They had never actually called each other boyfriend or girlfriend before, but she kind of liked the way it sounded.
“You know, I think I like being called your boyfriend.”
She smirked, “Oh? Really? Well, if you’re my boyfriend than that makes me your girlfriend.”
He moved closer to her. “I think I like the sound of that.”
She moved closer to him. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he breathed out.
They stared deeply into each other’s eyes, their lips were breaths width apart, and it felt like they were sucking in each other’s air supply. His eyes dropped to her soft, luscious lips before he gently gripped the back of her head, and pulled her head down towards his, their lips crashing and molding together, passionately.
He slowly wrapped his arms around her body, tightening them around her, as he pulled her tightly against his chest, and roamed his hands gingerly up and down her back.
She flung her arms around his neck, crossing them behind his head, effectively pressing her body firmly against his, and tangled her fingers in his hair, gently scraping her nails across his scalp.
He moaned, softly, at the sensation that spread throughout his entire body, god, he loved it when she did that.
She pulled away from him, smirking, “You like that?”
He leaned forward, capturing her lips once again. He wasn’t in the mood for talking. He definitely didn’t want to talk. He wanted to kiss her—touch her—hold her. He traced the outline of her lips with the tip of his tongue until she opened up to him, and their tongues met halfway, clashing together before swirling around each other’s over and over again.
She draped her leg over his waist, straddling him, and slowly sucked on his bottom lip, scraping it between her teeth before plunging her tongue back into his mouth, massaging his with her own.
He slowly trailed his hands down her slender body, gripping her waist, and tugged her closer to him, as his fingers slipped underneath her thin shirt, grazing across her soft, smooth skin.
She gasped, slightly, ripping her mouth from his, as she felt her skin burning from the sensation of his hands on her.
He didn’t give her much time to reclaim her breath, as he kissed her again, slowly, tentatively before making his way across her jawline down to the juncture between her neck and shoulder, and softly bit down on her flesh.
She moaned, softly, and moved her head to one side to give him better access, god, she loved it when he kissed her like this.
His tongue flicked out, soothing her raised skin, and latched his lips around her pulse point, sucking, slowly and softly at first, but then harder and harder. She tasted so sweet—so good. Her skin smelt like wildflowers, consuming all his senses.
She moaned, loudly. He always knew her most favorite and erogenous spots on her body.
He smiled against her skin before kissing his way up her neck, finding her lips once again, and kissed her with fervor.
She could feel herself getting extremely hot, and very, very aroused. His kisses were claiming her—his scent was overpowering her—his hands felt like fire scorching her bare skin. She wanted him…badly. She gently pressed her mound against the very apparent bulge in his pants.
He moaned, loudly, as he felt her pressed up against his growing erection, and gripped her waist a little bit tighter. She smiled against his lips, pressing even harder against him, and started moving her hips in slow circles.
His eyes snapped open, as he felt himself growing harder and harder from her ministrations, clenched her hips in his hands, stopping her movements, and ripped his mouth away from hers. He stared into her confused eyes, breathing harshly, “Lois, I-I want to, but, um, but we can’t.”
She frowned. “Why not?”
He sighed. He really, really wanted to do this—be intimate with her, but he couldn’t. He was scared. “Lois, if we do, I-I could hurt you.”
She grinned, “Ego much?”
“Lois, I’m being serious. I could really hurt you, I’m not like other men, I have powers, and if I get too lost in the moment, I could hurt you, and I don’t want to do that…ever.”
She gripped both sides of his face, “Clark, look at me. You could never hurt me.”
He wasn’t too sure about that. “Lois, but I have—”
She pressed her finger to his lips, shushing him, “Clark, do you want me?”
He stared at her like she was crazy. “Of course, I do, but that’s not the point. I’m stronger than most men, and I could hurt you.”
She kissed him. “You won’t hurt me.”
“How do you know?”
She smiled down at him. “It’s simple. I trust you.”
She kissed him again, pressing her body against his, and wiggled her mound against his erection. He slowly kissed her back, his hands tentatively gripping her waist, but she could tell that he was holding back. She whispered against his lips, “Just let go, Clark. Feel me—feel us—just feel.”
Her words were slowly breaking down his doubts—his worries, but he needed her to promise him something before he even contemplated doing this—being this intimate with her. He pulled away, making her frown. “Lois, I need you to promise me something. I-If I hurt you, we stop, okay?”
She ran her fingers through his hair, “You won’t hurt me.”
“Lois, please! I need you to promise me. I don’t want to hurt you.”
She kissed him softly, and slowly. “I promise.”
He kissed her, as his arms tightened around her body, and his hands slipped underneath her shirt feeling the soft skin of her back, pulling her closer to his chest.
She slowly, and gently pressed her mound into his hard erection, the sensation stimulating her core, and sent chills vibrating up and down her entire body.
He moaned, softly against her lips, his fingers grazing across her skin, roughly, as he felt his already hard erection growing harder and harder. He wanted her…badly.
She smiled, pressing herself harder and harder against him over and over again before she started rotating her hips in slow, circular motions, and felt herself growing wetter and wetter.
He ripped his mouth away from hers, his head falling back against the headboard, “God, Lois, you’re driving me crazy.”
She smirked, “Yeah? What are you going to do about it?”
He slipped his hands out from underneath her shirt, trailed them past her waist, resting them on her ass, and squeezed softly before pushing her hard against him. He did it again and again and again, both of them moaning in utter pleasure.
They stared deeply into each other’s eyes, their breaths rapid and uneven, as their lower bodies rubbed together slowly at first, but then faster and harder.
She moaned, gripping his shoulders, and rested her forehead against his, whispering, “Clark…I want you.”
He nuzzled her neck, “I want you too, baby.”
She smiled before leaning away from him, grabbed the hem out her shirt, and slowly pulled it off her body, throwing it carelessly to the floor.
He stared, wide-eyed at her large, sumptuous breasts, and raised his trembling hands, resting them over her black, satin bra, and softly squeezed.
She softly chuckled, at his apparent nervousness and the expression that was plastered on his handsome face before grabbing the hem of his shirt, and slowly lifted it off his muscular body, throwing it on top of her own shirt. She gasped, slightly, seeing the large scar on his chest. She cautiously traced her fingers over the raised skin, “Clark, oh my god, what happened to you?”
He frowned, looking down at his chest and back up at her, wondering how he could have possibly forgot about that, but figured that it had a lot to do with the beautiful girl in his arms. “I-I, um, I can’t really talk about it.”
She nodded, in understanding. It obviously had to deal with something in his past—the very past that he refused to talk about. “Is this why you wouldn’t go swimming with me?”
He nodded. He was nervous. He was worried. But, most of all he was terrified. “Lois, I-I understand if you don’t want to anymore. I know it’s not appealing, and I—”
She pressed her lips against his, stopping his rambling. “Clark?”
“Yeah?”
“Shut up.”
She pulled away from him, smiling, and climbed off him before she slowly stripped off her jeans, letting them fall to the ground.
His breath caught in his throat, his mouth salivating, as he roamed his eyes up and down her very sexy, slender body, and officially lost the ability to breathe. He could feel himself growing hotter, the sensations rushing straight to his dick, as she stood clad in her undergarments.
She was the most beautiful creature he has ever seen in his entire life.
She grinned from ear to ear, “Take off your pants.”
He quickly stood up, kicking off his boots and socks before unbuttoning his jeans, and pushing them down to the ground, kicking them away from him.
She eyed him up and down, smiling at how incredibly sexy this man was before she slowly pushed him onto the bed. She slowly crawled on top of him, straddling his waist, feeling his erection press against her wet heat, and gingerly kissed her way across his taut, muscular stomach, up his chest, over his bulging shoulders, and to the crevasses of his neck. She slowly sucked on his skin, scraping her nails down his chest, and rested them on his stomach.
He groaned, loudly, his head falling back against the bed, and closed his eyes in utter bliss. He wrapped his arms around her, slowly trailing his hands down her back until they cupped her firm cheeks, and squeezed before shoving their hips together again and again and again.
She moaned, loudly, at the sensations he was stimulating throughout her entire body, and quickly sat up, removing her bra, letting it fall to the floor.
He stared, awe-struck, at her very large, breasts for several seconds before quickly sitting up, crashing his lips against hers, hungrily, and cupped her soft mounds into his hands, squeezing softly. He lifted his hips, wanting—needing friction between them, and groaned when he could feel her wetness leaking through her panties. He wanted her, and he wanted her now. He quickly flipped them over, hovering above her, and kissed down the side of her neck to the tops of her breasts.
He pulled away, staring down at her in utter fascination. “You’re so beautiful, Lo.”
He fondled one breast in his large hands, his fingers rubbing, pulling and squeezing the nipple, as his mouth lowered down to her other breast, his tongue flicking out over her nipple, licking, sucking, and softly nibbling it into a hardened bud. He switched breasts, repeating the same actions.
She rasped out, “Mhmm…Clark!”
He grinned against her skin before kissing his way up her chest to her neck, slightly tilting her head to one side before he licked, sucked and bit her flesh.
He was driving her absolutely crazy!
She slowly slipped her hand in between their bodies, palming his dick through his boxers, and slowly rubbed her hand up and down.
He growled in her ear, ripping his mouth from her skin, and stared down at her with such intensity before he slowly trailed his hand down her stomach, and rubbed her slowly through her panties.
They stared into each other’s eyes, their breaths becoming harsher and harsher, as they pleasured each other. “Take off you boxers.”
He smiled down at her before rolling over, removed his boxers, and breathed a sigh of relief when his erection sprung free from the confinement of his clothes. She eyed his member, her mouthwatering in anticipation, and absently licked her lips.
He smirked down at her before he slowly removed her panties, spread her legs with his hands, and stroked her labia with the lightest of touches before pressing down on her little bundle of nerves, and shoved two fingers inside of her.
She squirmed beneath him, loving the feel of him inside her, and cried out, “Clark!”
He grinned from ear to ear, his thumb pressing down a little harder on her clit, and rotating it in small circles, as his fingers moved in and out of her faster and faster.
Her eyes widened, as she felt the tell-tell signs of her orgasm approaching, and it felt absolutely amazing, but she didn’t want to let go…not yet. She wanted him inside her when she broke.
She slipped her hand in between them, grabbing his cock, and rubbed up and down, letting him know exactly what she wanted.
His eyes snapped shut, at the sensations her hand was stirring in the pit of his stomach, and slowly removed his hand from her, licking her succulent juices from his fingers. He dropped his hands next to her head, staring down at her, intensely, “Lois, I-I don’t have a condom. I didn’t think that we’d….”
She smiled up at him, “It’s okay, Clark, I’m on the pill.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.”
She spread her legs wider, and wrapped them around his waist, feeling his leaking tip press against her entrance. He grabbed his cock, and slowly entered her, moaning, loudly when he bottomed out inside of her wet heat.
He stopped, staring down at her, concern taking over his features, “Are you okay?”
She tightened her legs around him, “I’m ready, Clark.”
He kissed her, as he moved slowly in and out of her, and felt her slick juices rolling over his hardened dick. He had never felt anything more amazing than this. He wanted more so, so much more.
She gasped, ripping her mouth from his, at the feel of him moving so slowly and smoothly within her, “Oh, god, Clark!”
He clenched the bed sheets in his hands, his breath growing rapid, as he felt her tight cavern fit him like a glove, like she was made just for him, and cried out, “Lois! Oh fuck! Oh god! Lois!”
She pushed her hips up, wanting him to go deeper—harder—faster. She gripped his shoulders, tightly, her nails seeping into his skin, begging, “Yes! Yes! Clark…. Faster, baby, faster!”
He unlatched her legs from him, pulled out of her, and wrapped them higher around his waist before slamming back inside of her, pumping in and out of her faster and faster. She scraped her nails down his back, as their new position and pace sent her into a higher bliss, and felt that fire pooling deep inside her abdomen. She was so close. She needed—wanted more. She pleaded, “Don’t stop! Oh, god, Clark! Harder, baby, harder!”
He pounded his hips into hers harder and harder, as her words sprung him forward, and grunted, “Oh, fuck! Oh, Jesus! Lois! Baby, you’re so tight, Jesus Christ, you feel so damn good!”
Her hands gripped his ass, firmly, squeezing, as he pounded in and out of her with fervor, and could feel his pelvis bone rubbing against her clit. “Yes! Yes! Oh, fuck! That’s it, baby, right there, oh, god!”
His eyes snapped close, as he felt her nails digging into his ass, and rocked his pelvis harder and harder, faster and faster into her. “Lois! Oh, god, fuck, yes, Lois!”
Her head rolled from side to side, as he filled her completely, and dropped her hands from his body, clenching the sheets in her hands. He glided his hands down her smooth arms, finding her hands, and intertwined them with hers.
Her eyes snapped open, as the power and strength of his thrusts spurred on the most jaw-dropping, earth-shattering orgasm she’s ever experienced in her entire life. He felt her pulsating around his cock, causing him to pound harder and faster in and out of her before his entire body tensed, his back arched, and he spilled inside of her. He jerked, uneasily and a little more slowly, as he rode out both of their orgasms to the finish line.
He slowly collapsed on top of her, holding himself up with his hands, as not to crush her, and nuzzled her neck. She wrapped her arms around his slick, sweaty body, breathing heavily before she pulled his head towards her, and kissed him. It was messy. It was sloppy. But, neither of them cared at that moment.
He pulled out of her, rolled onto his back, and stared up at the ceiling, as he felt breathless, dizzy, and very, very intoxicated. That was the most mind-blowing thing he has ever experienced in his entire life.
She rolled over on her side, her head still feeling a little hazy, and stared down at him, her hands resting on his chest.
He looked up at her, the largest grin plastered on his face, and wrapped his arms around her slick, slippery body. “Holy, shit, Lois! That was amazing!”
She softly kissed him. “I know baby, I know.”
He softly closed his eyes, but a second later they snapped open, and he pushed her down onto the bed, his eyes roaming over her entire body. “Oh god! Did I hurt you?”
She grabbed his face, forcing him to look at her, and softly shook her head, “Clark, you didn’t hurt me. I knew you wouldn’t.”
He smiled down at her, sighing in relief, and softly kissed her before laying back down beside her. She rested her head on his chest, as his arms wrapped around her, and they both fell asleep to the sounds of their beating hearts.
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