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A Summer In Love	By : Winchesters1967 Category: Smallville > Het - Male/Female Views: 1894 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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The bright sun shined directly into Clark’s eyes, as it filtered into the room.
He groaned, not wanting to wake up yet—not wanting to drift away from his dreams yet, and buried his face deeper into the pillows. He scrunched up his face, his nose crinkling when he heard the early morning birds chirping, loudly outside the windows, and knew he wasn’t going to get anymore sleep. He breathed in deeply through his nose, a sweet, sweet scent consuming his senses, and slowly opened his eyes.
He blinked several times, clearing away the sleepiness, and rested his aquamarine eyes on her beautiful face. She was facing him, her hands wrapped around his torso, and the sheet was pulled up to her neck.
He grinned from ear to ear before tightening his arms around her, effectively pulling her closer to him, and watched, intently, as she slept peacefully next to him.
His grin grew wider, as memories of last night filtered through his mind, and replayed it over and over again. It was blissfully amazing. He never would have imagined that making love would feel so incredible, but it wasn’t just the pleasure he felt, it was the way his heart filled with affection as he made love to her. He didn’t even think it was physically possible for him to be so intimate with a woman before, ever since he turned fourteen years old, he had wanted to…desperately, but was always worried—nervous—terrified that he would hurt the woman he was with.
He shook his head, softly chuckling. He should have known—he should have known that he could and would never hurt her, especially her.
He stifled his laughter, when she scrunched up her cute little nose, and buried her face further into the pillows. It was obvious that the sun, and noises outside were interrupting her beauty sleep.
He slowly raised his hand, brushing away the stray hairs away from her face, tucking them behind her ear, and as he gazed down at her, he realized something—something that he has been questioning for the past two weeks.
He was completely—utterly—and irrevocably in love with her.
He was in love with Lois Lane!
He couldn’t wipe the smile off his face, and the way his heart filled with happiness at his revelation. He loved her so, god damn much, and he was never, ever going to stop. She was everything to him.
He was broken from his thoughts when she grabbed the pillow from behind her head, and slapped it over her face, groaning, loudly into it.
He laughed, and poked her in the ribs, making her squirm, “What are you doing?”
It was muffled from the pillow, but he heard her loud and clear, “I’m hiding from you.”
“Why?”
She lifted the pillow, placing it on her chest, and glared, playfully over at him, “Your staring.”
“I was gazing, there’s a difference.”
“It’s creepy.”
“It’s romantic.”
She shook her head at him, smiling, “You’re such a sap!”
He brushed his nose against hers, “I’m your sap!”
She laughed, good-heartedly before grabbing the pillow and pummeling him with it. He ripped the pillow from her grasp, and threw it across the room before pinning her wrists to the bed above her head. He swooped down, pressing his lips against hers softly, sweetly, and tenderly.
He pulled away, “Good morning.”
“Good morning.”
She stared up at him, smiling. She wanted to reach out, grab him and kiss him again, but realized that he still had her hands pinned to the bed. She huffed, narrowing her eyes at him, “Are you going to let me go anytime soon?”
His eyebrows creased together, as he pretended to think about that for a few seconds, and smirked down at her, “Actually, I’m kind of comfortable right where I am.”
“Cla-rk!” She whined, dragging the words out.
He chuckled before releasing her wrists, and plopped down beside her, “Are you happy now?”
“Mhmm, almost,” she scooted closer to him, curling her body into his, “now I’m happy.”
He grinned, wrapped his arms around her, and softly kissed the top of her head.
They laid in comfortable silence with their eyes closed, their minds replaying their night together, and basked in the utter happiness they felt in each other’s embrace.
“Lois?”
She opened her eyes, and looked up at him. “Hmm?”
He stared deeply into her eyes, and brushed his fingertips lightly down her cheeks. “Thank you.”
She frowned. “For what?”
“Thank you for last night.”
She grinned from ear to ear, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively, “What part? We did lots of things last night.”
He chuckled, a glint in his eyes, “That’s not what I meant, but that part was pretty amazing. I want to thank you for trusting me, and not judging or ridiculing me for the way my body looks.”
She looked down at his chest, studying it, and slowly traced her fingers over the edges of the large diamond shield, making him shiver from her touch. “Clark, I would never, ever judge you because of this. I don’t care about what your body looks like, of course, it helps that you are incredibly sexy, but I care about you—about what’s in your heart not what’s on the outside.” She looked up into his eyes, “Clark, I know you don’t want to talk about it or can’t talk about it, but if you ever feel like you want to tell me what it is and how you got it then I will be here to listen.”
He nodded. He wanted to tell her. He made that decision the first night he kissed her, but right now, right now he just wanted to continue feeling content with her in his arms—in his life. He didn’t want to ruin their moment by bringing up his past—a past he would rather not think about or even talk about, at least for now.
He slowly glided his fingers up and down her spine, “Lois, are you sure I didn’t hurt you last night?”
She rolled her eyes. She should’ve known that he would ask her that…again. She tossed the blankets off of her, and lifted herself up on her knees, showing him her body, proving that he didn’t hurt her and that there wasn’t a single mark on her body.
He roamed his eyes up and down every inch of her skin, and was incredibly thankful that there wasn’t a single scratch or blemish on her.
“Like I told you last night I trust you, and I knew that you would never, ever hurt me.”
“Your amazing, you know that?”
She shrugged her shoulders, “I try.”
He trailed his hand up her body, gripping the back of her head, and brought her lips down to his own, kissing her, passionately.
She placed her hands on his chest feeling his muscles underneath her fingertips, and slightly tilted her head, deepening their kiss.
He wrapped one of his arms around her body, his fingers digging into her flesh, as his other hand cupped the back of her head, and tangled his fingers into her hair. He softly bit her lower lip, making her gasp, and plunged his tongue deep inside her mouth.
She rolled her tongue over his several times, tasting him before she hitched her leg over his waist, straddling him, and could feel his morning wood pressing against her stomach. She released his lips, kissing across his jawline down to his neck, and latched her lips around his skin, sucking softly.
He moaned, softly, and tilted his head to one side giving her the room she needed, and rested his hands on her back, tracing invisible designs with his fingertips.
She scraped her nails down his chest before kissing her way across his collarbone, down his chest, and stomach, making him softly close his eyes in absolute pleasure. She lifted her head from him, slightly, and eyed his semi-hardened erection, hungrily before grasping it in her small hand, and pumped him up and down a few times.
His eyes snapped open, at her touch, and looked down at her. He knew what she was about to do, and couldn’t help but feel excitement rush through his body, at the thought.
She smirked up at him before softly blowing a breath of cool air against him, and flicked her tongue across his tip.
He groaned. He had never, even been given head before, albeit he didn’t have sex until last night either, but if just one flick of her tongue felt that amazing, he didn’t want the pleasure he was feeling to ever stop. He wanted more.
She was feeling a little nervous about what she was about to do, especially since she had never done this before, but she wanted to do this for him—she wanted to please him. She grasped the base of his cock, softly squeezing before she slowly licked from the base of his shaft to the tip. She grinned, when he grunted and pushed his hips upwards. He was obviously enjoying what she was doing.
Must be doing something right, she thought.
She lowered her lips to him, taking his tip into her mouth, sucking softly, as she twirled and swirled her tongue around, dipping it into his slit, tasting his precum. She frowned, slightly at the taste, but kept pleasing him.
He softly moaned her name before his hands fell into her hair, tangling his fingertips around her soft, blonde strands.
She took him fully into her mouth, fighting off her gag reflex when she felt his tip brush against the back of her throat, and slowly started to move up and down on him.
He panted, breathlessly, “Lois…More…Baby…Please!”
She moved faster and faster, feeling him harden in her mouth. She never thought that giving a man head would arouse her, but it was…immensely. She could feel the heat pooling in her stomach shooting straight to her core.
He grunted over and over again, as he watched his cock appear and disappear within her mouth, and it was making him harder and harder. He curled his hands into her hair, and gently pushed her head down a little forcefully, as he lifted his hips, but was careful not to hurt her with his thrusts.
She hollowed out her cheeks, softly scraping her teeth against him, as she felt him thrust into her mouth. He was close, she could feel it—sense it—taste it.
His stomach coiled in pleasure, and he knew his orgasm was close. He rasped out, “Mhmm…Lois…Yes…Baby…Yes…More…Oh god…I’m close…Yes…Yes…Baby!”
She heard his warning, and moved her lips up to his tip, sucking, as she worked him the rest of the way with her hand, putting slight pressure on his bulging vein on the underside of his cock.
His entire body stilled, his back arching, and thrusted his hips into her mouth, as he came with a shout, “Oh, god! Lois!”
She felt him explode into her mouth, and swallowed every single drop before releasing him with a ‘pop’ and slithered her way up his body. “How was that, baby?”
He grinned, widely, “That was amazing!” He pulled her down to him, kissing her with fervor. He could taste himself on her lips, but didn’t care at that moment, and continued kissing her. He flipped them over, smirking down at her, “You’ve had your fun, now it’s my turn.”
He dropped his head to her neck, kissing his way down until he found her pulse point, and sucked…hard, making her gasp, loudly. He slowly moved down her chest, peppering soft, gentle kisses all over her breasts before he pulled away, and fondled them in his hands. He dropped his head to one of her breasts, latching his lips around her nipple, and swirled his tongue around her areola before sucking it into a hardened bud. He softly squeezed her other breast in his hand, and rolled his fingers over her nipple, slightly pinching and squeezing it.
She moaned, loudly, her back arching, at every single thing he was doing to her body, and felt shockwaves shoot straight to her pussy. She bucked her hips up, wanting to feel him—needing to feel him.
He pulled away from her, “Tsk! Tsk! Tsk! There will be none of that, Miss Lane, you need to be patient.” He dropped his head back down to her other breast giving it the same attention he had with the other. He kissed his way down her body, swirling his tongue around her belly button, and dipped it inside a few times, loving the way she moaned his name over and over again.
He moved down her body, pushing her legs open with his hands, and stared down at her glistening heat. He had never seen anything sexier than the way she looked right now. He slowly opened her folds, and traced his fingers down her drenching labia, teasing her entrance with the slightest of touches before shoving one finger inside of her.
She grunted, spreading her legs wider, pushing her hips up into his hand wanting more, oh god, she wanted so, so much more.
He knew she was getting all hot and bothered, which is what he wanted before slipping another finger inside of her, and rubbed her clit with his thumb. He moved in and out of her painfully slow, rubbing her clit in agonizing slow circles.
She panted, breathlessly, begging, “Clark…More…Baby…More…Please!”
He slipped a third finger inside of her, pounding them in and out of her, while his thumb pressed harder against her clit, rubbing it faster and faster. He watched her writhe, and felt his cock growing hard from her noises—her scent of arousal—the way his name fell from her lips, but pushed it down. This was about her. He wanted to please her, just as she had pleased him.
She clenched the sheets in her hands, her head rolling from one side to the other, and could feel her stomach tightening, but she needed more. She pleaded, “Clark…Baby…Please!”
He smirked, his thrusts slowing down dramatically. He knew what she wanted, but he wanted to hear her say it. “Please what?”
She glared down at him, and pushed her hips into his hand. He was teasing her, and they both knew it. “Stop teasing me! You know what I want!”
He removed his hand from her, making her growl in frustration, and licked her juices off his fingers. “Tell me what you want, baby.”
She groaned. He was going to actually make her say it. “I want your mouth on me!”
He grinned from ear to ear before sliding further down the bed, hiking her legs over his shoulders, and slowly dragged his tongue from her entrance to her swollen clit.
She gasped, loudly, at the sensation of his tongue on her. She had never been eaten out before, but Jesus Christ, what he was doing felt absolutely amazing.
He swiped his tongue back and forth several times, putting pressure on her clit before shoving his tongue deep inside of her, and relished in her sweet, sweet, flavor, as it consumed his senses She tasted amazing.
Her eyes widened, and curled his hair into her fists before pressing his face into her, rasping out, “Oh god…Clark…Yes…Yes…Mhmm…Baby…Yes…oh fuck!”
He gripped her waist, tightly, stopping her from bucking into him, as he moved in and out of her slowly before picking up his speed, using a tad bit of his super speed, and intentionally rubbed his nose against her clit. He knew she was close. He could feel it—taste it. He removed his tongue, replacing it with three of his fingers, and pounded them in and out of her, fast and hard. He lapped up her juices, as he licked up her labia, and latched his lips around her clit, sucking…hard, while swirling his tongue around in circles.
She snapped her eyes closed, tightly, the shockwaves sending electricity through her entire body, as her orgasm made her vision fade to black. She cried out, “Oh god…Yes…Clark!”
He rode out her orgasm, licking, sucking and lapping up all her juices, as they poured out of her pussy, and slowly kissed his way up her body before laying a searing kiss upon her lips.
She wrapped her arms around him, slipped her hand in between their bodies, and was quite surprised to find that he was already hard. She smirked, as he pulled away from her, “Someone’s got a fast-rebound time.”
He stared down into her beautiful eyes, growling when she squeezed him, and grabbed her hands intertwining them with his before slamming his cock deep inside of her. He moaned, loudly, as he buried himself to the hilt within her, and started moving in and out of her, slowly at first, but quickly began moving faster and harder.
She knew she wouldn’t last long, especially after that mind-blowing orgasm she just had, but she needed more—she needed him to go deeper, harder, faster. She quickly rolled them over, straddling him, and bounced up and down on him, hard and fast.
He gripped her waist, tightly, digging his fingers into her skin, and helped her move up and down on him harder and faster. He felt the familiar shocks spreading throughout his abdomen, and knew he was close, but needed—wanted to take her deeper, harder, faster. He quickly sat up, lifting her by the hips, and off of him completely before impaling her down onto his cock.
She gripped his shoulders, roughly, as this new angle took him deeper and deeper inside of her, and she bounced harder and faster. She mewled out, “Yes…Yes…Oh god…That’s it, baby…Right there…Feels so good…Don’t…Stop…Baby!”
He squeezed her waist, slamming her harder and faster down onto his cock, as he thrusted deeper and deeper inside of her, loving the way she met him thrust for thrust. His head fell to her shoulder, and softly bit her skin before he growled, “Never…Gonna…Stop…Oh fuck…Yes, baby…Yes…Oh god…Baby!”
He was so, so close, and knew that she was too. He reached in between their bodies, finding her clit drenched in her juices, and circled it with his fingers over and over again before pressing harder and harder, rubbing her, vigorously.
They rested their foreheads together, staring into each other’s eyes before their lips crashed together, drowning out their moans of absolute pleasure. They moved faster and faster, harder and harder, as their skin slapped together, relentlessly, and both exploded in a blast of ecstasy at the same time.
He screamed out, “Oh fuck! Lois!” At the exact same time she screamed out, “Oh…Oh…Fuck! Clark!”
They rode out their orgasms together, their movements slowing down until they completely stopped, and collapsed onto the bed together.
She pulled off of him, plopping down beside him, and rested her head on his chest.
He wrapped his arms around her, “That was amazing!”
She kissed his collarbone, “That was ten times better than last night.”
He chuckled, pulling her closer to his chest.
They laid in complete silence for several minutes, as they tried to catch their breaths and calm their racing hearts.
She pulled away from him, and started to get out of bed.
He frowned, “Where are you going?”
“I’m taking a shower.”
He nodded. He definitely needed one too.
She started walking away from him, but before she went into the bathroom she turned around, smirking, “You know, you could always join me.”
He watched her disappear. He wanted to, god did he want to, but he knew that if he went into that shower with her he would want to do a hell of a lot more than just bathe. He heard the water running, and softly closed his eyes, his mind conjuring up images of her standing under the warm water, naked, washing every single part of her body.
He snapped his eyes open, feeling the blood rush to his cock, and groaned before muttering, “Screw it!” He jumped out of bed, and rushed to the bathroom, knowing it would be hours before they got anything done.
Clark stood with his arms crossed over his chest, as he stood next to his motorcycle, and grinned from ear to ear at Lois, who was anything but thrilled at the moment.
She narrowed her eyes at him, “Where the hell are you taking me?”
He shook his head at her. She was completely and utterly incorrigible. “Lois, you can ask that question a million more times if you want, but the answer is going to remain the same.”
She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest, and glared at him. “Why can’t you just tell me? Where is this mysterious place your taking me?” She grinned, wriggling her eyebrows, suggestively, “Why can’t we just stay here?”
He grinned, even wider, as memories of last night and this morning’s activities flooded his mind, but quickly shook those thoughts away. He would not let her distract him. “As much as I would enjoy that, I have other plans for us.”
“Like what?”
“It’s a surprise.”
She glared. That is the same damn answer he has given her for the past thirty minutes. He knew how much she hates them so, why in god’s name would he continue trying to surprise her?
He took a step towards her, trailing his hands down her arms until he found hers, and engulfed them into his larger ones. “What is so wrong with me wanting to surprise my beautiful girlfriend?”
She sighed, softening at that. He could be so sweet and romantic, and it always filled her heart with joy—happiness, and excitement. “I don’t know, maybe since your said girlfriend doesn’t like surprises.”
He slightly tilted his head to one side, “Point taken, but let me ask you this, when have I ever steered you wrong with one of my surprises?”
He knew she was going to spill some type of barb at that, but pressed his finger to her lips before she got the chance. “Just listen to me, okay? Our first date, I surprised you with the carnival. Yesterday at the park, I surprised you with donuts and coffee. Now, can you honestly stand there and tell me that you didn’t like or appreciate either one of those surprises?”
She was completely and utterly speechless. There was no way she could rebuke that. He was right. She really did enjoy those surprises, but that didn’t mean she wanted him to continue doing it, once in a while, sure, but not all the time.
He grinned, victoriously. He had proven his point. He walked over to the motorcycle, and climbed onto it. “Now, that, that’s settled, will you please get on the bike?”
She walked over to the bike, knowing that he had won…this time, but then an idea popped into her mind. “Clark? Can I drive?”
“You can on the way back.”
“Why not now? You promised me that I could drive it whenever I wanted to.”
He knew what she was doing, and no matter how beautiful she was or how much he loved her, he wouldn’t fall for it. “How do you expect to do that? You don’t even know where we’re going.”
“You could tell me where we’re going so I can.”
He laughed, tipping his head back, at her antics before looking over at her. “Nice try, Lane, but it’s not going to work. Just get on the damn bike.”
She grumbled, as she crawled onto the motorcycle, and wrapped her arms around him.
It was worth a shot, she thought, before they sped off to their unknown location.
He slowly brought his motorcycle to a complete stop on the gravel parking lot, shut off the engine, and pushed down the kickstand before getting off the bike. He quickly unclasped her helmet, taking it off her head, and hung it on the handle bars.
She shook her head at him. “You know, you don’t have to do that every single time.”
He brushed the hair out of her eyes, smoothing down the strands that were sticking up, “Yeah, I really do.”
“Why?”
He brushed his fingers, soothingly down her cheeks, “So I can do this,” and with that he leaned forward capturing her lips in a sweet and tender kiss.
She smiled up at him, “Such flattery, Mr. Kent.”
He grinned, “Only for you, my love.”
They intertwined their fingers together, squeezing softly, as they crossed the street, and began walking down the steep dirt pathway.
As they walked, she looked around her surroundings. They were walking in what looked like a trench, as there were rocks surrounding them on both sides. There were tons and tons of trees and climbing rocks, which didn’t really surprise her since they were in Colorado, and that’s all there was here. She spotted a fast-flowing river, more like creek, she thought, directly next to them, and wondered, briefly where it led to.
She looked up at him, “What is this place?”
He smiled down at her, “This isn’t where I’m taking you, but it is quite beautiful, isn’t it?”
She nodded. “Don’t you think you can tell me now since we’re almost there, and I did wait four very long hours to get here.”
He rolled his eyes. She just wouldn’t stop, but admittedly, that was one of the qualities he loved most about her. “Paradise Cove, that’s the name of this place.”
She frowned, “I’ve never heard of it.”
He figured that much. He hadn’t either until a few days ago when he was ordering food for them Joslyn had made it a point to tell him about it, probably thinking he would want to go with her, but of course, he would never tell Lois that. It would just upset her, even though Joslyn hadn’t tried to pull any more stunts like she did a few weeks ago, he knew it still bothered Lois. She tried denying it, but he knew the truth, she was jealous, which was completely and totally insane because she has absolutely no reason to be. He wants to be with her, and only her. He only sees her, and it would stay that way for the foreseeable future.
As they grew closer and closer to their destination, they both could hear rushing water, people talking, laughing and screaming.
She could feel the excitement bubbling up inside of her, where the hell did he take her?
She gasped, slightly once they hoofed it up the last hill, and rounded the corner, only to see a cliff dwelling come into view. There was a very large, and very beautiful waterfall. It was surrounded by humongous cliffs, which had a watering hole right in the center of it. It was absolutely magnificent.
He watched her look around, a look of astonishment plastered on her face, and grinned, knowing she appreciated, and loved where he had taken her.
She looked up at him, “How did you know that I’ve always wanted to go cliff jumping?”
He shrugged his shoulders, “I just had a feeling, but you might have mentioned it a few times before.”
She wrapped her hands around his arm, “Did you know that you are the best boyfriend in the entire world?”
He grinned from ear to ear, “I try.”
He pulled them over to a more secluded spot on top of some granite rocks, laid out the blanket they had used yesterday at the park, and sat down.
She slowly sat down next to him, reached into her bag she had packed because he had told her what she would need today, and pulled out some sunscreen. She took off her shirt, revealing a red bikini top, and handed him the lotion. “Can you? Please?”
He grabbed the bottle, squirting a good amount into his hands before rubbing it on her legs and arms, but when he got to her back he purposefully lightened his touch, and went a little slower.
She shivered, involuntarily, at his touch, and tried to dampen down her raging hormones. She had always been aware of his touches from the first moment they met, but ever since they had made love, she had become even more aware of what his touches—kisses did to her, and it clouded everything, especially her mind.
He felt her shiver underneath his touch, and grinned, excitedly. He knew he shouldn’t be teasing her like this, but he couldn’t help it, honestly, he just enjoyed touching her. He put a little more pressure on her lower back, and kneaded his fingers around her sides, sliding them up and down.
“You better watch where you put those hands, farm boy.”
He moved his hands lower, slipping his fingers underneath the hem of her shorts, and dug his fingers into the skin of her ass. He leaned close to her, whispering in her ear, “Why? Am I making you nervous, Miss Lane?”
She shook her head. She couldn’t speak. She couldn’t breathe. He was seriously turning her on right now, and of course, he knew exactly what he was doing to her. She could feel her body temperature rise, at his touch, and felt her heart pounding violently in her chest. Why did she get the feeling that he was doing this on purpose?
He grinned. He knew he was getting to her. He felt how hot her skin had turned, and heard her breaths become short and rapid. He loved that he could get to her like this. “I think I got my answer.” He nuzzled her neck, and softly nibbled at her flesh with his teeth.
She softly closed her eyes, at the sensation, and couldn’t stop the soft moan that escaped past her lips.
He licked her pulse point before biting into it, softly, knowing that would unravel her completely.
She snapped her eyes open, turned around, and narrowed her eyes at him. “You’re being very bad.”
He grinned from ear to ear, “Am I? Well, what are you going to do about it?”
She kissed him…hard, but pulled away before he could try to grab her. “Now, if you don’t mind I’m going to enjoy the sun.” She pointed her finger at him, “Keep your hands to yourself, mister.”
He put his hands up in surrender, as he leaned up against a tree, grinning at her, “I promise, I’ll behave.”
“Good.”
She laid down on the towel, pulled down her sunglasses, softly closed her eyes, and relished in the feeling of the sun beating down on her.
As she laid there, she couldn’t help but think about the past several weeks with Clark, from the moment they met to this morning. They had been through quite a lot together, and even though they were still keeping secrets from each other, she wanted to continue making memories with him…forever. She felt her heart flutter in her chest, at the thought of spending the rest of her life with him. She knew she shouldn’t be thinking like that, especially since they were so young, but that’s how she felt, and she hoped that they would be together…always. She opened her eyes, sneaking a peek at him, and wanted to grin at what she saw, but didn’t. He was watching her with a smile plastered on his face. Any other guy would have taken the opportunity when his girl wasn’t looking to check out other girls, but not Clark, he really did only have eyes for her, and she wanted it to stay that way. She didn’t know the true depth of his feelings or how deep they really ran, but she knew what she felt for him, and had a feeling she would always feel this way about him.
She was completely and utterly in love with him.
She had never been in love before, of course, she had had several boyfriends before, but they didn’t really mean anything to her, not like the way Clark means to her, and besides, she only dated those guys to get her father’s attention. She was with Clark because she wanted to be, and he would be the first man that she had trusted completely, and loved irrevocably. She was in love with Clark Kent, and knew that she would never, ever stop loving him.
Later that night, they were leaning up against a tree, staring up at the night sky, as Clark had his arms wrapped around her, and she leaned back against his chest, their hands intertwined. It was even more beautiful here at night, especially with the bright moon and twinkling stars shining down on the water.
They had spent the rest of the day enjoying each other’s company, as they breathed in the fresh mountain air, and felt the sun beaming down on their skin. Clark had kept his hands to himself as promised, but that didn’t mean he didn’t steal a kiss here and there between their relentless teasing of each other. A few hours ago, Lois had decided to go cliff jumping, which she tried to get him to do, but of course, he had refused. She knew that one part of it was because he didn’t want to reveal the large scar on his chest. He was embarrassed—ashamed—disgusted by it, even if he didn’t actually say the words. She saw it on his face this morning and last night. But the main reason was because of his fear of heights, which she had teased him about non-stop, much to his disdain. The cliff dwelling technically closed over two hours ago, but they had snuck back in, albeit using his superspeed to do so. They knew they should leave, but were both too content relaxing in each other’s embrace, and enjoying the cool breeze brushing across their skin.
He felt incredibly happy, as he hugged her into his chest, but that happiness fell short when she started to pull away from him, and stand up. He frowned, “What are you doing?”
She smirked down at him. “I’m going for a swim, what does it look like I’m doing?”
He looked up at her, and groaned, silently, at how beautiful she looked underneath the moonlight. It reminded him of the night they found ‘their’ waterfall. He felt himself starting to get all hot and bothered, and took a deep breath. He had controlled himself all day long. He knew that he had longings—desires for her long before they slept together, but it seemed that it was only getting more and more intense.
He grabbed her hand, and pulled her down into his lap, kissing her, passionately. “I think I have a better idea,” he murmured before pressing his lips against hers again.
She kissed him back with fervor, a little surprised by his actions, but figured that he had been holding himself together for most of the day.
He slowly trailed his hands down her back, and slipped them underneath her shorts, cupping her cheeks, as his tongue dueled with hers for dominance.
She moaned, softly before pulling away from his powerful kisses, and smirked. “Someone’s a little frisky.”
He grinned, wickedly before tilting her head to one side, and placing hot, open mouthed kisses down her neck, softly sucking and biting her skin. He felt his erection straining against the confines of his pants, and wanted nothing more than to strip them of their clothes, and make love to her…again. He squeezed her cheeks before pushing her pussy down onto him, hard.
She softly, moaned, “Clark…”
He slowly lowered her to the ground, hovering above her, and kissed her, as he pressed himself into her over and over again.
She panted, breathlessly, as she felt his apparent erection pressing into her, and felt herself getting wetter from his ministrations. Her stomach was flipping with desire, and it was sending shockwaves straight to her core. She bucked her hips into his, moaning, loudly, at what he was doing to her.
He smiled against her lips, and trailed his hands down to her breasts, cupping them through her bathing suit, squeezing softly.
He was driving her completely and utterly crazy!
She rolled them over, straddling his lap, and pinned his hands to the ground, as she started to roll her hips in slow circular motions before picking up her speed.
He gripped her waist, squeezing roughly before lifting her off him and slamming her back down against him. He growled, at the sensation, and stared deep into her hazel eyes, “Lois…I want you.”
She smiled, leaning down, and kissed him. “I know, baby,” she whispered against his lips before crawling off his body.
He frowned at her.
She slowly unbuttoned her shorts, sliding them down her long legs, and kicked them away from her. “I’m going for a swim. If you want me to finish what you started then you better join me, hot stuff.”
She very slowly untied her bikini top, and slipped the bottoms down her legs, her eyes never leaving his. She winked at him before turning away, and making a dash for the cool, refreshing water.
He watched her run away from him, just the thought of kissing her—touching her—making love to her got him all hot and bothered, but that strip tease she just did was the final straw. He quickly stood up, stripping off his clothes in lightning fast speed, and chased after her.
As soon as they were both in the water, they swam towards each other. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into him, and could feel her hard, taut nipples pressing against his chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck, tangling her fingers through his hair, mussing it, and felt his erection pressing against her stomach.
She smirked, “Now, why does this feel so familiar?”
He grinned from ear to ear, knowing exactly what she was referring to. “Well, I can guarantee that under no circumstances will we be getting interrupted this time.”
He gently pressed his lips against hers, his hands cupping her ass, as she wrapped her legs around his waist, and they reenacted last night and this morning’s activities. The only sounds that could be heard was the rushing water from the waterfall, their soft moans trickling through the air, and splashing of water, as their bodies joined as one once again.
Wes rushed down the main corridor, heading straight for The General’s office. He had been sitting in his quarter’s thinking about the mess that was now his life when he got the phone call from Mark, the technician on base, and got the confirmation he needed.
It worked. It actually worked.
When The General had told him that he wanted to coax Cassie into calling Lois by forcing her to overhear a conversation, in which they made it clear that they already knew where Lois was, he didn’t think she would actually do it. But she had.
He didn’t know if she answered or not, he hoped she didn’t because she could have just as easily escaped from them, as soon as she realized her father was onto her location. He wanted—needed this to be over. He wanted his life back.
He knocked on the door to his office, loudly, and entered upon hearing his gruff voice.
He saluted, and stood at attention.
“At ease, soldier.”
The General stood up, walked around the table, and stared directly into his eyes. “Did it work? Did Cassie call her? Do we know where my daughter is?”
He nodded.
He waited—waited for him to speak further, and when he didn’t he grew frustrated, and practically yelled, “Well? What do you have? Where the hell is my daughter?”
“Sir, she’s in Estes Park, Colorado and has been there for the past several weeks, three to be exact.”
He clapped his hand down on his shoulder, hard, and squeezed, roughly, “Good work, soldier.”
Wes smiled, slightly, not sure if this was the right situation to do such a thing, but couldn’t help himself.
“What the hell are you doing? Go and find my daughter, and bring her back to base!”
“Now?”
He growled, “Yes, now. Go!”
“Sir, yes, sir,” he saluted before rushing out of his office. He walked, hurriedly towards his quarter’ where his personal car was stashed. He couldn’t be seen driving one of the military vehicles, she would spot it from a million miles away, and be gone before he even entered the city limits of this small town.
He felt one and a million emotions consuming him, but there was one that was affecting him immensely. Excitement. He felt excited because he knew that this would finally be over. He would finally get his life back. The only problems he was facing was the fact that he would be physically forcing Lois to come back to base with him, and he didn’t even want to think about how this was going to affect his relationships with both Cassie and Lois.
He practically jumped into his 1999 Subaru, started the ignition, and quickly drove off base. He was less than forty-eight hours away from getting his life back. He would be in Estes Park, Colorado by tomorrow night, and by the following day he would be free.
He couldn’t wait.
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