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She Wore An Itsy Bitsy Bikini	By : MidnightBard Category: G through L > Lois & Clark Views: 3251 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I neither own, nor make, anything. All Lois and Clark characters, plot points, and lines of dialogue belong to DC Comics, Warner Brothers, December 3rd Productions, and anyone else with a stake in the Superman fr

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Summary: A day meant for fun in the sun takes an unexpected turn when Clark sees Lois in a bikini.

Disclaimer: I neither own, nor make, anything. All Lois and Clark characters, plot points, and lines of dialogue belong to DC Comics, Warner Brothers, December 3rd Productions, and anyone else with a stake in the Superman franchise. I don't own the title either, since it was inspired by a song, which is not mine either.

Author's Note: This story was inspired by the Summer 2012 ficathon challenge issued by MrsMosley. The idea was to take one prompt and turn it into a fanfic. My prompt was bikini.

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                Clark knocked gently on the door to Lois' apartment, just five or six quick raps of his knuckles against the wood. He could barely wait for her to open it to allow him admittance inside. It had been a long week without seeing her, though they had spoken on the phone every night. Most nights, it had been only short chats, in between Lois doing errands. Once, he'd gotten a whole thirty minute long call in, before he'd needed to dash off to a rescue.
                He'd been close to devastated when Lois had told him that she was going to spend a week with her friend, who had just had a baby, out in Connecticut. The woman's boyfriend had skipped town a month before the birth, stating that he didn't want to be a father, he was too young, and how did he know the baby was really his anyway? And Tanya and her parents didn't get along. They hadn't spoken in six years, after a huge fight when dropped out of college. Tanya hadn't told them that she was pregnant, let alone that they had a new grandchild. So Lois had offered to spend a week with her while she adjusted to having the newborn home.
                Clark had trudged through the week, dreading every day when he stepped into the bullpen and didn't hear Lois' soothing heartbeat there. The first day, he'd even begun to prepare her morning coffee for her, only to realize she wouldn't be at her desk to receive it, which had only served to make him feel lonely and incomplete. He had only looked forward to the night, when he finally had a chance to call her and hear her voice for a short time. He hadn't dared to fly out to see her. The last thing he wanted was for the new mother to catch Lois and Superman having a tender moment together. And besides, Lois always sounded exhausted when he talked to her. She was apparently doing everything but the cooking to try and help her friend out, and Clark admired that.
                "Coming!"
                Clark grinned as he heard Lois undoing the locks on the door. In another moment, she threw the door open wide, launching herself into his arms. Clark eagerly kissed his fiancée, each one showing her just how desperately he'd missed her. His arms gently, but firmly, encircled her, drawing her to his body securely.
                "Miss me?" Lois asked, laughter tainting her breathless words when they parted.
                "You can't possibly understand how much," Clark said, nodding.
                "Well, come in already," Lois encouraged, bending to pick up the cooler that Clark had brought with him. She peered curiously inside.
                "Egg salad, drinks, chocolate mousse," Clark said as she rooted around in it.
                "Perfect," Lois said, giving him a smile. "You're quite the catch, Clark."
                Clark chuckled. "Thanks. So how are Tanya and the baby?"
                "Oh, they're doing well. She's scared out of her mind, doing this alone, but she's pretty tough. I think she'll be okay, once she gets settled. I'd like to find her ex-boyfriend and give him a piece of my mind though. How does someone just walk away from their child like that?"
                Clark shook his head sadly. He'd once wondered the same thing about his biological parents, before his globe had shown him that Jor-El and Lara had sent him to Earth to save him, not to abandon him.
                "I don't know," he said softly. "Baby's doing well?"
                Lois nodded. "The absolute picture of health. Oh Clark, you should have seem him. He's just perfect. James Aloysius Denton."
                "Aloysius?" Clark asked, raising an eyebrow. Lois hadn't mentioned the boy's middle name before now.
                "After her grandfather who passed away when she was fifteen. They were very close. Anyway, Clark, you would have just loved little James. Tanya even has a tiny little Superman onesie for him. Very cute."
                Clark smiled. It was great to see Lois getting so excited over a baby. His hope was that he and Lois would one day have a few of their own kids. He was just sorry that he'd missed out on seeing an infant in Lois' arms. He tried to picture it, but the image remained elusive.
                Maybe one day, he thought.
                "That's great," he said, flopping on to her sofa. He eyed her up and down, noticing for the first time that she was still in what looked like pajamas. "Did you plan on going to the beach like that?" he inquired playfully, arching his eyebrows again.
                Lois looked down and laughed. "Sorry, Lucy called this morning. I just got off the phone with her right before you showed up. Early, I might add."
                "Sorry," Clark said, grinning broadly. "I somehow managed to avoid traffic." He winked at her, making their non-verbal flying sign.
                She laughed again. "I wonder how that happened."
                "Miracle," Clark retorted with a shrug.
                Lois kissed him again. "Stay put. I'll be ready in a minute."
                "Take all the time you need," Clark said, settling into the couch cushions. "I'm a patient man."
                In a few minutes, Lois reemerged from the bedroom, clad in a tiny yellow bikini with chocolate colored polka dots. Clark had never been a fan of polka dots himself, but as he looked at Lois now, he suddenly found himself very appreciative of the pattern. The swimsuit accentuated every curve of her body, hugged all the right places, and gave Clark a very, very clear picture of her body. He'd never before seen so much of Lois' skin. And the small scraps of clothing she was wearing wasn't hiding much. He felt himself responding to Lois in a very real, very embarrassing way. He tried to subtly shift himself so that he could try and hide as much of his stiffening erection as possible.
                "Wow," he breathed. "You look incredible."
                "Really? I'm not big on the polka dots myself," Lois said, rooting through a piece of her unpacked luggage and coming up with a pair of terrycloth shorts and a tank top. "But you wouldn't believe how difficult it is to find a swimsuit this late in the season. I had to go to five stores just to get this one. You'd think it was the middle of winter, not the middle of August."
                "Really," Clark said, his tone indicating that he was answering her first question. "I like it. And you look amazing. I'm one lucky guy."
                Lois came around the couch, the extra articles of clothing still in her hand. "Thanks, Clark. You look great too."
                Clark shrugged. "Thanks."
                The truth was, he didn't feel particularly attractive in his old pair of swim trunks. They were teal with white hibiscus flowers, not quite baggy, but not exactly skin tight either. He'd had the suit for a while now, but it was his favorite one. With them, he had on a somewhat matching colored muscle shirt.
                Lois leaned over him, to capture his lips in a kiss. Clark gulped as she leaned in closer. The bikini top, at that angle, afforded him a dramatic view of the tops of her breasts, and the inviting valley between them. As her lips met his, he grew even harder.
                It was nothing new for Clark to be aroused in the presence of his fiancée. Every time he was near her, every time they kissed, every time he heard her voice or her heartbeat, his body was flooded with love and longing for her. Mentally, he tried to count the days to their wedding, but there were still far too many in his mind. He feared he would go crazy with his desire for her before their wedding night arrived. And yet, he hadn't mentioned it to Lois, simply because she had asked him if he would wait until their wedding night to make love for the first time. As a direct result, he'd often fled to the safety of his shower after she left his apartment at night, or he left hers, to give himself the relief he so desperately needed. And when he couldn't do that, during the day when they were working, he had frequented the Arctic, allowing the frigid air or water to try and tame his raging need for her.
                "I missed you," Clark said, pulling her close as their kiss ended.
                "I missed you too. I'm so glad to be home. And so glad to be spending the day relaxing with you at the beach. It was good being with Tanya and James, but I'm ready to just be with you today."
                "Mmm," Clark said, nuzzling her neck.
                He was playing with fire now and he knew it. But it had been so long since he'd last breathed in the unique scent of her. He drank it in as though it was the very essence that sustained his life. Lois sighed, seemingly more than happy to be receiving his affections once more. She slipped into his lap, to cuddle him more closely. She giggled as her thigh bumped his erection. Clark moaned a little, half in embarrassment, half in bliss at the contact.
                "You really are happy to see me," she teased him.
                Clark tried to will down his stiffening member, to no avail. He cleared his throat.
                "I, uh, I'm sorry," he apologized. "If you give me a couple of minutes..."
                "What? What are you going to do? Fly up to the North Pole to take a swim?" Lois asked. Her tone was teasing and yet, Clark still wondered if she actually suspected the truth of how deeply she affected him.
                "I, uh..."
                "Stay," Lois said, getting herself even more comfortable on his lap.
                "Lo-is!"
                "Cl-ark!" she tossed back, the same whine to her voice as his.
                "You're killing me," he said, sighing. "And I can't go out in public like this."
                "No," Lois agreed, looking down and eyeing the rather large bulge in the front of his trunks. "You might be arrested for public indecency. Or at least be suspected of carrying a concealed weapon or something." She patted his cheek playfully. Then she leaned in to kiss his neck below his ear, sending shockwaves of pleasure racing through his entire body.
                "Lo-is!" Clark moaned, rolling his eyes. "You're torturing me. Besides, if we want to get to the beach, I'm going to need to, uh, give him some time to, uh, cool off."
                "You know," Lois said thoughtfully, "I've been thinking."
                But what she had been thinking, she didn't right away divulge. Instead, she rained more kisses on that sensitive spot on Clark's neck. She lightly nibbled at his earlobe and felt Clark himself responding beneath her, now fully aroused. Her hand moved from his chest to the head of his shaft, the only barrier between them his swim trunks. Clark swallowed hard and writhed beneath her touch. A soft moan escaped his lips.
                "What were you thinking about?" he asked in a breathless sigh.
                "That maybe I don't want to wait anymore," she said, almost purring into his ear.
                "You...what?" Clark asked, gasping, wondering if he'd heard correctly.
                "You heard me. You're not the only one who's slowly dying waiting for the wedding. Maybe you have a will of steel, but I've come to realize that I don't."
                "But you..."
                "I know," Lois said, nuzzling his neck with her nose. "And I'm glad we've waited as long as we have. But being apart from you this past week...it only drove home how much I want you, Clark. How much I need you."
                "Are you...really sure?" Clark asked.
                He wanted her to say yes. But he didn't want to push her. He knew her history with men and sex was a disaster. She'd told him all the details before. He simply refused to be the kind of guy who made the woman he loved do something she wasn't yet ready for.
                "As sure as I am that I want to be your wife," she confirmed for him. "I want you to make love to me, Clark."
                "Oh, Lois," Clark said, gathering her together in a hug.
                His lips met hers in a hungry, passionate kiss. He'd kissed her before like this, but never with as much pent up desire. Never with such need. Never with such unbridled emotion. Lois kissed him back, meeting his passion with her own. Her lips parted and Clark allowed his tongue to dip inside, tasting every inch of her.
                Without breaking their kiss, Clark maneuvered himself so that he lay back on the couch, his head resting on the arm of it. Lois lay atop him, a comfortable, solid weight against his body. He could feel the heat of her skin, and reveled in the sensation of her fingers raking through his hair. He could tell from her heartbeat how aroused she was and he marveled at that.
                It never ceased to amaze him, that she loved him.
                One of Lois' hands worked its way beneath his shirt. Her fingers skimmed lightly over his skin, setting his flesh ablaze in their wake. His own heart-rate increased again and his erection began to ache. He'd been in his position before, on a few occasions, when he and Lois had been alone in his apartment, and their traded kisses had become far too intense. But never before had he allowed himself to fully enjoy the sensation. It only would have served to frustrate him, knowing that it was ultimately going to end in a dip in the Arctic or a long shower after Lois had gone home, perhaps giving himself the relief that he so desperately sought.
                But now...
                Now everything was different. Now his racing hormones went unchecked. Now he enjoyed every sensation, every movement of Lois' body against his. Because this time, he knew it was leading to the ultimate moment, when he would join with Lois and finally make love to her. The thought sent another jolt through his body, straight to his groin, and he moaned into Lois' lips.
                She was the first to break away, some indeterminate amount of time later. She placed a kiss on Clark's brow, then lay against his chest, trying to calm her heart. For a long moment she stayed as she was, unmoving, and an uninvited tendril of disappointment crept through Clark. Had Lois changed her mind?
                "Let's move this to the bedroom, shall we?" Lois finally asked, twisting in Clark's arms to look him in the eyes. "I want our first time to be in the proper place. We can christen the rest of the furniture later."
                Then she was pushing away from him and standing. Her swimsuit had become slightly askew as she had moved against him, and one breast was threatening to break free from its thin material prison. Clark stood, slightly dazed. Lois took his hand in hers and led him off to the bedroom, not bothering to reposition the bra of the swimsuit.
                Clark had been in her bedroom before, most recently when Lois had had the flu a couple of months prior. But never had he been invited in with such promises hanging in the air between them. Lois let go of his hand and lightly hopped onto the bed. Clark stood for a moment, then pulled his glasses off, set them on the bedside table, and climbed onto the bed beside her. They sat, for a moment, atop the comforter, just gazing at the other.
                "Lois, are you really, really sure you want this? I don't want to pressure you," Clark said, using every ounce of willpower to make the words come out of his throat.
                "You're not pressuring me. I want this, Clark. I want you."
                He didn't need a second invitation. He laid her back on the bed, resting his body lightly on top of hers. His lips once again sought hers and time lost all meaning. Lois met his kisses, moaning into his lips as her hands dipped beneath his shirt and raked over the muscular hardness of his back. Tendrils of fire raced along his skin in the wake of her fingertips, with a heat so intense he felt surely he would catch flame for real.
                "Take this off," Lois ordered, tugging on his shirt as their kisses ended.
                Clark pushed himself away and obliged. His erection thrummed with a steady ache within his swim trunks, and it was all he could do to stop himself from reaching down to stroke himself. Lois eyed the tent in the front of the trunks and gave him a wicked smile.
                "You look a bit uncomfortable," she said, arching an eyebrow pointedly. "Here, let me help."
                Before Clark could respond, she was pulling him down on the bed next to her. Clark laid on his side, facing her, and she flipped herself over to do the same. One hand reached out to him, grabbing his stiff member through the material of his trunks. Clark's hips bucked forward of their own volition and he groaned his pleasure. That made Lois smile as she continued to stroke him with feather-light touches.
                Clark's hands went into motion as well. Without a conscious decision, he reached out to her, cupping one of her breasts with his hand, his thumb flicking over the hardened nub of her nipple through the silky material of the bikini's bra. Lois gasped in pleasure and her free hand moved to Clark's bare chest to trace meandering designs on his flesh.
                Clark's erection was now so intense that every pass of Lois' hands over it threatened to bring him over the edge and into his release. That simply would not do, he knew, to spill his seed into his bathing suit. It would be a bigger embarrassment than walking around on the streets, his erection brazenly pointing the way through his shorts. So, with a mental sigh of regret, he took his free hand and lightly grabbed her wrist to stop her ministrations. Lois immediately got the unspoken hint and let go of his aching manhood. She pulled away, tugging at his trunks.
                "You really need to get rid of these," she said, loosening the drawstring.
                "You first," Clark said, wiggling his eyebrows at her.
                He reached for her, his hands going to the thin strings of the bikini's top. With deft movements, he untied the small knots holding the material against Lois' skin. In a moment, he pulled the tiny scrap of bra away from her body and tossed it over his shoulder. It sailed behind him, over the edge of the bed, and onto the floor, where it landed with a soft plop. Lois smiled at him, but there was no trace of embarrassment in her face as she lay there, her breasts exposed to his view. Clark shook his head, dazed.
                "God, Lois. You're beautiful."
                "And you haven't seen the rest," she teased him.
                Her hands came to rest on his, and gently guided them down to the very top of the bikini's bottom. Clark hooked his thumbs beneath the material and against Lois' skin. Then with a slow, deliberate motion, he pulled down, savoring the sensation of removing that final bit of cloth barrier, leaving Lois completely naked before him.
                "Wow," he breathed, unable to come up with any other word.
                In the next second, his mouth was on hers again, but only for a moment. Then he was moving, trailing kisses down her neck, over her chest, until he finally latched onto her left breast, taking her nipple and swirling his tongue around the hardened pebble of flesh. Lois gasped in pleasure, her hands reflexively clutching at her bed sheets. Her hips bucked upwards, trying to make contact with Clark's still imprisoned erection. Clark smiled to himself as he worked her breast, before moving to the other to give it equal attention.
                Lois' hands went back to exploring Clark's body, and, after a moment, she tugged urgently on the waistband of his trunks. Clark broke off his ministrations and pushed himself up, giving Lois the access she sought. Her hands made short work of the drawstring. Then his trunks were sliding down, away from his waist, over his aching member, down his legs, and finally past his ankles. They landed on the floor as he kicked them away.
                "My God," Lois breathed, eyeing him for the first time. "Had I known what was under that towel when I picked you up for your first day of work, you never would have made it into the Planet that day."
                "You mean 'on time,' right?" he asked, winking at her.
                Lois shook her head slowly. "I mean at all."
                Clark chuckled. Lois' praise somehow, incredibly, went straight to his groin, making him unbelievably harder than he was a moment prior. He hadn't thought it possible, and yet, he knew it to be true. If Lois gave him one more compliment, he was sure he'd lose all control without the need of her touch...or his own.
                "Here," Lois said, reaching towards him. "Let me help."
                She reached for him, grabbing his shaft in one hand, firmly and softly all at once. Clark moaned, in seventh heaven. Her touch was better than he'd ever imagined it would be. Then she was sliding her hand down his length in a loose, yet comfortably tight fist. Surely, things could not get better than this. Lois' hand came back up, adding a gentle squeeze as she did so, and Clark knew this was only the tip of the iceberg.
                "Lois," he sighed, enjoying the sensations. "Oh, God."
                "You like?" she asked, teasing him.
                "God, yes. You're incredible."
                She continued to stroke him, a low, sensuous pace that left him teetering on the edge. Every time he regained some control, she would vary her stroke or add a squeeze that threatened to make him orgasm before he was ready. And every time he felt that surely he was going over the edge of the abyss, she would deliberately slow down, as though she could read his very thoughts.
                "Lois..." was all he could moan.
                "Want me to take the edge off?" she asked, her eyes twinkling wickedly.
                "Mmm." He couldn't find a single coherent word in his brain to verbalize. He didn't even want to try.
                Lois took that as a "yes." She increased the pressure of her grip and picked up her pace. Her fist moved swiftly over Clark's raging erection. His eyes closed of their of volition. Lois gave him one final squeeze and it was all over. He was falling, falling over the edge, falling into his pleasure, crying out sharply as the world exploded around him. His love for Lois splashed over her bare stomach in hot spurts as his orgasm overtook him. His heart was singing, his mind soaring, his blood kindled with wildfire. He felt alive and weak all at once while his entire body buzzed with a lingering haze of pleasure. He lay down next to Lois on the bed, gulping in a lungful of air and attempting to calm his heart.
                "That was...incredible," he managed after a moment, his breathing ragged. "Thank you. You are amazing."
                Lois shrugged. "I'm nothing special."
                "That's where you're wrong," Clark said, finally finding the energy to get off his back and onto his side to look at Lois. "Everything about you is special."
                "I'm sure you've had plenty of more talented lovers."
                Clark shook his head. "Lois, no one, and I mean no one had ever been close enough to me to...do this. Any of this. I've dated, sure. But I've never been intimate...in any way, with anyone before."
                "You mean you're...?" She seemed incapable of finishing that thought.
                "I could never do anything my heart wasn't in. I've never even been in love, Lois, until I met you. I have waited my entire life for you."
                "I wish I'd waited," she admitted sheepishly. "I just never imagined I'd really find the perfect guy...find you."
                Clark smiled tenderly at her. "Hey now. None of that. I love everything about you Lois. Every experience you've had in life...it's all shaped you into the amazing woman you are."
                Lois offered him a smile. "You are one very sweet guy, Clark."
                Clark sighed in an exaggerated way. "I know," he said teasingly. Then, turning serious, he added, "I think I owe you one."
                His eyes flicked briefly to the sticky pool of slowly drying semen on Lois' belly, then down to his half-flaccid manhood. He gave her a lopsided smile, though in his own mind, he could not believe the mind-shattering pleasure she'd brought him to just a few minutes earlier. It was simply unlike anything he'd ever experienced. Self pleasure had nothing on Lois Lane's touch.
                Again, the wicked gleam kindled in Lois' eyes as she watched Clark's. "What'd you have in mind?"
                "Oh, just a little payback."
                Another mischievous grin slowly unfurled over Clark's face. Then his lips were on hers, crashing against them, stopping her from making whatever retort he was sure she had burning on her tongue for him. Instead, he gave her tongue a new objective, as he used his own to part her lips. His tongue caressed hers as he tasted every inch of her mouth. Meanwhile, his hand was on the move, sliding down over her smooth skin until, at last, he reached his goal.
                His questing fingers found the tangle of dark curls at the apex of her thighs, then flicked over the bundle of nerves hidden there. Lois gasped and moaned into his mouth, her body writhing, trying to bring herself into closer contact with him. Clark obliged, putting a little more pressure behind the gentle strokes he was administering. Beneath him, Lois sighed approvingly. Feeling bolder, Clark dipped one large finger into her depths, marveling inwardly at how wet and ready she was. It amazed him, that he could bring out in Lois as much desire as she invoked in him.
                Little by little, he pushed the entire digit within her, leaving his thumb to continuously stroke her clitoris. Lois' writhing increased as he languidly thrust his finger in and out, mimicking exactly what he planned on doing with his throbbing penis. He broke off their kiss, panting now as his manhood once more stiffened further with desire. God, how he needed Lois!
                "Oh, God," Lois moaned, as one finger became two within her. "Oh, Clark!"
                He slowed his pace just a bit, not wanting to prolong Lois' orgasm so much as to prolong his immense delight in bringing her such pleasure.
                "Don't stop," Lois urged him.
                As in most things, Clark obliged. Who was he to deny Lois her pleasure? But a moment later, she was grabbing his wrist, stilling his movements.
                "Wha?" he managed, half in a daze.
                "I need you," Lois said, her dark eyes even darker with her desire. "Now. I want you to be with me when..." Her voice faltered.
                "And I need you," Clark admitted. "I need you more than you know."
                He eased his fingers out from within her. His hand was coated with her moisture, so he reached down and stroked his fully aroused member, slicking his skin as he went, making himself even harder. After a few strokes, he was ready. Positioning himself above her, he nudged her legs wider with his knees. Lois spread them before him, giving him an uninterrupted view of her most private of places, and unobstructed access to his goal. For a moment, all Clark could do was admire her perfect form, before his aching need fueled him once more.
                With infinite care, he brought the head of his penis to her entrance, the flared tip teasing her from outside. A bead of moisture leaked from him, in anticipation of what was to come. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he knew in another moment, everything would be changed between them forever, and for the better. He inched forward, pushing himself inside, merging with Lois in the most intimate of ways. A moan rumbled in his chest as he slid his length into her, feeling the warm wetness that greeted him. Beneath him, Lois closed her eyes blissfully, her moan matching his own.
                At last, he was fully sheathed within her, though he felt unable to move. Just entering her had aroused him in a way he'd never imagined. He was surprised the very act hadn't already pushed him into his orgasm. For a moment, he just stayed unmoving, simply enjoying the sensation of being joined, fully, completely, with the one woman in all the world he would ever - could ever - love. Lois' eyes fluttered open, an almost dreamy look to them.
                "What?" she inquired, her eyes asking the rest of the unvoiced question of why he wasn't moving.
                "You're amazing," he answered.
                "So are you," she replied, reaching up briefly to stroke his cheek once.
                "I'm not...hurting you, am I?" he asked, needing to know before he could continue any further.
                "You're perfect," she reassured him. "More than perfect."
                "I love you," Clark replied, bending his neck to claim her lips with his own.
                "And I love you," Lois replied, once they broke from their kiss.
                It was perfect, in Clark's mind, just being as they were, joined but as of yet, still unmoving. But his desire swiftly won out. He began to move, pulling out, nearly all the way, before gently thrusting back in to bury himself fully. He purposefully kept his movements as deliberate as he could, wanting to prolong the moment, and trying to stave off his release. Lois had already brought him incredible pleasure. He would make sure this time, she would get her own. He had tried earlier, using his hands, and planned on adding his tongue, when Lois stopped him. She had wanted him - had wanted to reach that moment of mind-shattering pleasure along with him. Clark was determined to make sure that happened.
                With languid, almost casual, thrusts, he continued, stoking both of their internal fires. Lois writhed beneath him, arching to meet his every thrust forward. After a time, she angled her hips in a new way, giving him better access. At once, he felt himself sink deeper into her body. Her nails raked over his back, tracing random patterns on his heated skin. It became a struggle not to lose himself to his own desires and to focus, instead, on Lois.
                Her body shifted once more as she brought her legs up, hooking her ankles around the small of his back. As before, Clark found this position offered him the deepest penetration he'd yet experienced, nearly pushing him over the edge just with that knowledge alone. Before he knew what he was doing, he picked up his pace. Lois seemed to appreciate it. He could hear her heart hammering in her chest. He could smell her arousal increase. He could feel her growing wetter around his throbbing shaft. That last thought threatened to send him crashing over the edge and he fought down his urge to release himself, using every ounce of willpower he possessed.
                "Oh, God," Lois moaned, her voice no more than a throaty whisper. "Oh, God, yes."
                "Oh, Lo-is," Clark sighed before another groan cut off his words.
                "Harder," Lois called, sighing. "Oooh. Don't stop. Please. Oh, God. Make me come, Clark."
                Her wish was his command. He picked up his pace, careful not to cause her pain. He was all too aware of his strength. Her grip on his back tightened, her fingernails digging into this invulnerable flesh. The speed of his thrusts increased again until he could hear the low slapping of his balls against Lois' ass and the steady, incomprehensible, pleasurable groans in her chest.
                "Oh, Clark," she managed, as he dropped his head to her shoulder briefly, as he concentrated on staving off his orgasm.
                Then Lois kissed the sensitive spot on his neck and he was lost. His orgasm ripped through him. With a hoarse cry and a jerk of his hips, he spilled himself inside his perfect fiancée.
                Once he could speak, he lowered his lips to her ear. "Come for me, honey."
                A second later, he felt Lois' inner muscles contracting around his still pulsing member, milking him for every drop as his semen continued to spill from his nearly spent member. She cried out, burying her head in his shoulder, her fingers reflexively clamping down into his back. The sensation was so powerful, so erotic, Clark felt he could almost orgasm again, just from knowing that he'd brought Lois such extreme pleasure. He keep pumping into her, lost to how good, how right, it felt to be making love to Lois, until, at last, her orgasm subsided and he felt himself growing flaccid and slipping from her moist depths.
                With a sigh of regret that the moment was over, he removed himself from his home within Lois, and laid next to her on the bed. His heart was still beating a thousand miles a minute, but he drew Lois into his arms. She eagerly entered his embrace and laid her head on his chest. Her heart too, was frantically beating as she enjoyed the lingering haze of her pleasure.
                "Clark," she said after a moment.
                "Hmm?"
                "Thank you."
                "For what?"
                "Well...this isn't easy to admit. But, you know I've...been with other men."
                Clark nodded. "It's been mentioned, yeah."
                "Well...I never told you. Those other guys...none of them ever did for me what you just did."
                Clark's eyes opened in surprise. "You mean...?"
                Lois nodded in affirmation. "For the first time in my life, I've actually climaxed during sex. The others...they just got their own and that was the end of things, regardless of if I got mine. You're the first person who's ever made sure I wasn't...left out."
                "Oh, Lois. I had no idea..." Hurt and protectiveness welled up in Clark's chest. How could a man - any man - be so incredibly selfish?
                Because, answered a voice from the back of his own mind, none of them ever loved Lois the way you do. None of them ever could.
                "Ssh! It doesn't matter," Lois said, shaking her head slightly. "All that matters is this. All that matters is us, and our future."
                "A future in which, I promise you, Lois, you and your happiness...and your pleasure...will always be my top priority."
                "I love you, Clark."
                "I love you, Lois, until the end of time."
                She twisted in his arms, kissing him as soon as her lips were able to make contact with his. Her kiss was so passionate, it fanned the embers of Clark's desire once again. For the third time in less than an hour, Clark felt himself gaining an erection. He rolled as they kissed, pressing his re-awoken body into hers. A groan sounded deep in his chest as his erection made contact with her bare stomach.
                "You recover quickly," Lois teased as she broke off their kiss and stroked his length, before moving to fondle his balls.
                "Well, I am Superman," he teased her back. "Not to mention the fact that I have the most beautiful woman in all the woman laying naked before me."
                "Guess we're not leaving the apartment today," Lois said, a twinkle in her eyes.
                She pushed him back onto the bed and straddled him. Looking deep into his eyes, she settled onto his ready shaft.
                "If you ask me," Clark sighed as she sank onto him, "the beach is seriously over-rated anyway."

The End.
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