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TITLE: Secrets
AUTHOR: Midknight
CHAPTER: 2 of ?
FANDOM: Smallville
SHIP: Chloe / Clark / ?
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Erotica
SPOILERS: None that I know of
SYNOPSIS: Set early in Season 3. What if Chloe found out Clark’s secret much earlier than in the series and things developed from there.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Smallville. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to Warner Bros and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.
AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.
FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. – midknight_tales@yahoo.com I need reviews. It is hard to feel inspired and to find inspiration to keep writing when it feels like you are just posting your work into the void.
CHAPTER TWO
His cool, blue eyes narrowed just a little, speculative and thoughtful, before he seemed to make a decision.
"Are you especially attached to those panties you're still so blatantly wearing?" He asked, his eyes dropping to indicate the simple white cotton underwear that was the only thing she still wore and she frowned.
"No" She responded and the word had barely left her lips before she felt a sharp tug at her hips followed by the sound of ripping cotton and then she was naked while he held the ruined scrap of material that had been her panties in his hand. She watched as he lifted the material to his nose and inhaled deeply, his eyelids fluttering and his jaw going slack. He exhaled a slow, satisfied sigh and his lips curved into a lazy smile as he let the white material drop to the floor as she continued to stare at him, stunned.
"Oh, that's hot." The words left her lips without conscious thought. She would never have expected it of him, but she liked that there was that side of him. It would be fun to explore along it with the more wanton side of herself she felt stirring and awakening. Her train of thought was promptly and wonderfully derailed as Clark sprang into action. He scooped of her feet and into his arms, his lips finding and capturing hers as he maneuvered them onto the sofa with him on top of her and between her legs. She could feel him, hard, hot and slippery against her belly and his broad chest pressed her stiff nipples into the pillows of her breasts as he ravaged her mouth and she clung to him in willing surrender. She spread her legs in eager invitation, silently willing him to take her, to become one with her as her sex pulsed and flooded with need. One of his hands found hers and she twined her fingers with his as he guided it above her head
He broke the kiss, nipping and stretching her swollen lower lip and her belly quivered with the anticipation of what was to come as his hips shifted back. Her own hips jerked as the tip of his shaft brushed across the exposed button of her buzzing clit and slid between her slick, swollen folds to wedge himself at her entrance. He pulsed against her in an echo to the drumbeat at her core, as they remained poised at the threshold. His eyes searched hers as she ran the tip of her tongue over the lingering sensation his teeth had left on her lower lip. It took her a moment to realize he was waiting for her permission and she nodded with a soft smile, which he answered and then his hips were driving slowly forward.
Her head pressed back into the sofa as her spine tensed and her mouth opened wide around a gasp in reaction to the rush of sensation that flooded into her. Her fingers tightened against his. She was wet and open, but he was long and thick and even though he was going slow, she was being stretched and filled in a way she never had been before. Her channel resisted with valiant, but ultimately fruitless effort, which only added to the intensity of the fiery friction as he inexorably delved deeper into her, inch by slow steady inch. Chloe let her eyes flutter closed, whined and swallowed hard, her head lolling slowly from side to side as she processed the strange mixture of overwhelming pleasure and tainting discomfort. His breath tickled her throat in hot puffs followed by his lips. She moaned when his pelvis met hers and the base of him ground against her clit as he rocked slightly with a throaty groan to cement their connection.
Her sex clenched, twisted and rippled to test the unyielding, throbbing steel of its invader as she adjusted to his presence. She was breathing hard, but steadily through both her mouth and nose and she opened her eyes when he brushed her hair out of her face with gentle fingers. Her spine softened and she relaxed as the last of the discomfort at his formidable size faded to be replaced by the pure arousal at the possibilities it represented.
"Hey there." He greeted her softly with adoring eyes and a tender smile, which she returned lazily as she slowly and experimentally undulated beneath him. She moaned as electric fingers of delight flickered into her core from her clit and the length of him shifting inside her snug confines. She lifted her head and he lowered his and they kissed, slow and probing each moaning as she increased her range of motion beneath him and he rocked to match her. She curled one of her legs around one of his thick thighs to open herself and give herself more leverage to work with him as he increased the length of his strokes and nipped and sucked at her throat.
She threaded her fingers into his hair while his cradle her head as they bumped and ground, and rocked and rolled in a dance as old as time, yet new and unique for them. They murmured and moaned gentle endearments, passionate encouragements, desperate requirements and even dire threats to each other as they strained together. Heat pulsed through her along with the waves of pleasure produced by the thrust and retreat of his virile maleness and the counter-sync rise and fall of her hips. Each collision sent shockwaves through her that carried pleasure along with it from her centre to her extremities and had her clit sparking like a live wire as they ground together before parting. Sweat lubricated the slide of his skin on hers and the sweet tension at her core torqued up toward a rapidly building climax. Lips, tongues and teeth tested and tasted whatever skin they could reach or met for short, hungry, desperate kisses.
Her breath rasped hotly into her lungs and her blood pounded in her ears as her muscles strained and flexed with eager exertion to aid him in driving into her harder and faster. Firefly sparks pulsed into her chest as her taut, swollen nipples were crushed and chafed by his broad chest. Cries that grew in volume rocketed from her lips to join, his bass, male rumbles and grunts, the reverberating sound of flesh striking flesh and the squeak and creak of the sofa beneath them. Her fingers dug into the hard muscles of his shoulder or tightened amongst his as she not only braced herself to receive the wonderful impact of his pelvis, but to add the impetus of her thrust to its power. The sexual energy pooling at her core swelled and pulsed, expanding and testing the limits of her capacity to contain it began to send out sparking, whiplash tendril to set her flat belly to quivering.
"Don't... Don't stop!" She panted a rough plea as he grunted and panted with effort, and he obliged, his shaft continuing to lance into her with unabated vigor blazing a trail from her entrance to stoke the flaring furnace at her centre. The pressure and bittersweet tension continued to build while the intensity of the pleasure skittering and surging across nerves already drawn taut increased to make them thrum with passion. Time, which had grown hazy and indistinct stuttered and froze for a moment as he drew back once more. Everything sprang into crystal clarity, a hushed moment filled with unimaginable potential. And, then, it and her world detonated in the explosion of a climax set off by the plunger of his manhood thrusting back into her. She'd had orgasmed before, at her own hand, a contained, enjoyable completion in the dark of her room or under the heated spray of a shower or least she had believed she had.
What rocketed through her was unlike anything she had experienced before. She cried out sharply as her spine bowed pressing her tight and trembling up against him as an electric firestorm raged from her loins to carry an overload of pleasure and bliss to every fiber of her being. It was raw and wild and all encompassing, and she let herself be swept away by it. She let herself be lifted up and carried away on pure sensation. Stars danced behind eyelids she did not remember closing.
She felt lightheaded and floaty, yet at the same time perfectly anchored and secured by Clark's solid masculinity and the simple fact that he was, largely responsible for the experience. She twitched as her muscles misfired in rapid, random succession and couldn't quite seem to find enough air or keep hold enough for long enough. Her sex had locked around the thick, adamantine length of him, constricting and twisting around it while a dam seemed to have burst inside her releasing a raging torrent of thick, silky liquid heat.
Clark continued to rock his hips, driving into her, groaning, although they were welded as tightly together as two people could be. Each small thrust renewed the surge of bliss radiating from her loins and then her channel began to ripple. Through, the pounding of her blood in her ears, she heard a strangle roar as his torso slammed into hers and she felt him expand against the rippling walls of her channel. She felt his fingers start to tighten around hers, but then he hastily extricated them. If she had any other thought other than the wonder at the powerful bliss that coursed through her she might have questioned why or might have linked it to the sound of cracking wood from above her head, but she didn't.
His body shuddered and tensed on top of hers and he joined his completion to hers with grunts, bucking hips and hot, heavy spurts, which in turn set off another series of detonations inside her. Some small, analytical part of her mind wondered if she was having lots of little orgasms or one large one, but its voice was small and easily drowned out by the flood of sensations that engendered the question. Over-stimulated nerves and exhausted muscles complained so that the waves of pleasure were almost confused for pain, but not quite. Chloe moaned from deep in her throat as her body began to relax more than it tensed and the electric surges faded to gentler pulses. She tensed one last time when he bucked and then with a weary little groan her spine unlocked and she dropped back onto the sofa, boneless, sated and spent.
She could hear Clark panting above her, his breath tickling her forehead and fanning her hair. She twitched as stray sensation still skipped along her nerves while she worked at catching her breath and she could still feel him pulsing against her channel and her liquefied, molten core. A little sound of protest slipped from her lips as he retreated a little and her intimate flesh clenched to stop him causing echoes to jangle her already over-sensitized nerves.
"Are you okay?" He asked her and her lips curved into a lazy smile. Yes, was too small a word with not nearly enough meaning to convey how she felt, but she used it to quell the concern she heard in his voice. She was, in fact a little sore as she took stock of her body, still very aware of their connection. But, it was the good, welcome, dull ache of exertion and a job done right. Chloe felt completely relax and at the same time energized and brimming with vitality as she lay still, sweat cooling on her skin and processed what she had just experienced. She had no idea sex could be like that.
Her only other experience had been fraught with doubts, nervousness, and awkwardness. Jimmy had been gentle and had tried, but there had been unavoidable pain and fear, and it had been over too quickly, but what she had just shared with Clark... It was mind blowing and she was almost certain she had now gained a new vice that would make her four-times-a-day-double-latte addiction seem positively tame. Even with him still inside her, her pulse barely returned to normal, complaining, overworked muscles and the mixture of their climaxes wet and slick inside her and on the insides of her thighs, she wanted to do it all over again and again and again.
"Chloe." He called down to her, concern still in his voice and she realized she had no idea how much time had passed since she had answered his earlier query. She opened her eyes, blinking languidly and found him staring down at her anxiously. She reached up and caressed his cheek.
"I'm fine. I'm good. I'm wonderful... That was... Wow... Intense! Amazing!!" She told him enthusiastically and she felt him relax as he smiled.
"Yes... Yes it was." He agreed in a sincere, awed tone before he lowered his head and kissed her slow and deep. She moaned around his tongue as they slowly undulated against each other. Things were quickly heating back up and she was quite willing to let them as the niggling little aches were salved by a renewal of arousal when he broke the kiss abruptly. She tightened her grip on the back of his neck to pull his lips back to hers with a needy little whimper, but it was like trying to bend steel. He tilted his head and frowned before turning his head further and narrowing his eyes for a moment.
"My mom is coming towards the barn." He informed her in a tone that was way too casual and then they both groaned as he withdrew from her and made to disentangle them. His larger frame still pretty much kept her in place and she pushed against his shoulders to get him to move.
"Clark!" She growled his name as the panic of being discovered post coitus with her son by Martha Kent made her want to spring into frantic action, but he prevented her. He rested his head on her chest for a moment in a strangely reverent gesture before he pressed his lips to her skin and then rose off her and the sofa.
"Don't go anywhere. Stay right where you are. Damn, you're beautiful. I'll head her off at the pass and be right back." He instructed shooting her an appreciative, lust-filled stare that made all kinds of erotic promises. She quelled the urge to snatch up her clothes and hurriedly get into them and rolled onto her side and watched him as he dressed in a blur of speed. She watched him rummage around in the drawers of his desk for a moment and then apply a copious amount of deodorant from the can he found. She frowned at him, but he gave no further explanation, just headed down stairs. A few moments later she heard him calmly greet his mother. It appeared all his years of keeping secrets were paying dividends.
The room felt empty without him and she started to feel cold in the absence of his body. The deodorant thing bugged her until she took some of her hair and brought it to her nose and then sniffed spat the skin of her shoulder and realized she smelled. She smelled like sex, as he must have. She had been steeped in it for so long, she hadn't noticed how strong the spicy musk had become or how it mixed with the scent of sweat, heated skin and the sawdust and hay smell that always permeated the barn. His mom would have smelled it on him for sure.
"He's smarter than I give him credit for." She thought with a grin, giving him props for quick thinking. Chloe looked around at his loft, his little fortress of solitude. It had always been his and she just a visitor, but now she felt they shared it. They had spent so much time here over the years, but now it had a new, far more intimate relationship with it. She would remember this place forever now. She also had a feeling that she was going to make full use of the relative privacy it afforded them. She didn't know what to do and started to gather her clothes. She could hear muted voices from the barn below, but could not make out what was being said.
"I should get dressed." She thought worried that Martha might still come up into the loft, but at the same time the look Clark had given her before he left made her want to stay right the way she was, naked and ready for him. She settled for using the remains of her ruined panties to clean herself up a little when she realized she was starting to leak; they seemed to have left that part out of the romance novels she'd read, and putting on her blouse to ward off the chill before she folded her jeans and camisole in a neat inconspicuous pile. There was a comforter draped over the back of the sofa she could quickly grab to cover herself if the eventuality arose. She frowned, as she looked at first one side of the sofa and then the other.
"Whoa." She noted softly as she had a vague recollection of the sound of splintering wood she had heard during the delicious, wild rampage of her climax. Clark had broken one of the arms of the sofa instead of her hand, cracking the wood frame beneath the old, worn upholstery and it was starting to sag. She lay back and relaxed on the sofa, resting her head on the other arm while let her mind simply drift back over the events that had just occurred.
She could almost feel the phantom presence of him inside her; she could still taste him, smell him and hear him say her name in a way she had never dreamed of hearing it. She slowly rubbed the insides of her thighs together, they were still slick and slippery despite her clean up effort, but she liked the sensation as the memories sent arousing echoes through her and she closed her eyes to better enjoy them.
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