Be Careful What You Wish For
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Category:
Smallville › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
7,471
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Smallville, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Why I Never Walked Away
Chapter Twelve: Why I Never Walked Away
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why I played myself this way
now I see
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Kal’s breath was hot against her skin, and she felt the lightest touch of his lips at the curve of her mouth. The tip of his tongue, an erotic invasion, pressed hungrily into the corner of her lips.
A sharp bite of electricity surged through her and instantly she was more than ready for him in that one overwhelming pulse of energy. His tongue traced a moist outline of her bottom lip before she felt the barest clench of his teeth, capturing her lower lip.
Again, a pulse of electricity arced through her and her breath left her in a helpless rush. Her body was warm, soft, aching need and Chloe could only moan and clutch helplessly at broad shoulders.
She could feel his need washing over her in waves of energy; yet still he tortured her with the barest touch of his lips against hers, the light feel of his hands caressing her back. With a soft cry of surrender and frustration Chloe pressed her breasts against him, pushed her hips into his.
A soft, dangerous growl was his only warning as Kal turned her, lightening fast, in his arms. One large hand covered her crotch possessively, pressing, kneading as he rubbed himself against her backside. His other hand captured, then cupped a breast.
Chloe could feel the heat of his hand even through the fabric of her shirt and the lace of her bra. The lace was rough and scratchy against her hardened nipple, his thumb teased briefly and she gasped, and then moaned helplessly as he pinched the aching flesh.
“Kal-el,” she begged.
His lips were at her ear, breathing more of those guttural sounds surrounding her name, and his hands traveled to her waist.
Kal unfastened, then impatiently pushed her jeans down her hips. His thumbs captured the wisp of satin and lace that was her panties and drew them down, along with her jeans to her knees in one swift motion.
He kissed her neck as one hand stroked her thigh. His tongue tasted her as his thick fingers pushed against her damp tangled curls, against moist heated skin.
Kal-el growled, low in his throat and it echoed around the cave.
It echoed through her.
Chloe cried out as he turned her swiftly and dropped to his knees in front of her. One hand supported her as he arched her back, he kissed her hip and she retangled her fingers in demon-dark hair as he tore off her jeans and panties. He pressed his face against her bared skin, nuzzling, and took a deep breath, growling again as her scent washed over him.
Dizzy with desire, Chloe’s knees gave way, her thighs parting as he let her fall against him. Her heat burned a trail down his chest and Kal groaned.
His hips lifted and he pushed her down to him, pressing her slick heat against his trapped erection as he kissed her again.
Not gentle this time, but insisting, his tongue slid between her lips, demanding entrance. Her lips parted and he kissed her deeply, his hands on her hips, holding her tightly pressed against him.
Suddenly, she was weightless, then Chloe was arched across cold stone, on her back. His hands pushed the hem of her shirt up, over her full breasts. Kal groaned and buried his face between her breasts, breathing in the heady scent of her, uniquely hers and completely intoxicating.
He moved his head slightly, his lips, his tongue, exploring, tasting her, his teeth marking her. He kissed the soft hollow of her throat, licking, sucking, teasing the pulse that beat just below her skin as his hands tore the material between her breasts effortlessly. One large hand replaced lace as he cupped a breast, her nipple hard and aching against his fevered palm.
He growled softly against her jaw line, then against her mouth before claiming her lips again. His mouth, his teeth were hard against the softness of her lips and Chloe was drowning in taste of him, only a part of her aware when he ripped open her shirt as effortlessly as he ripped her bra.
Kal pulled back from her enough to slide his hands between them, covering her breasts.
“My beautiful Chloe.”
He grinned at her and lowered his head, the trail to one taut nipple was a waterfall of kisses and nips and licks and Chloe gasped when his hot mouth reached its destination.
A wave of energy spiked through her as heat surrounded aching need and sucked.
Hard.
She whimpered, wanted to touch him, needed to feel all of him against her heated skin and just when Chloe thought she couldn’t want him anymore than she already did, one hand left her breasts, fingers tracing along the faint line of her ribcage downward, across the slight swell of her stomach down to soft damp curls and she felt his thick fingers pushing through her heated folds, causing her to cry out.
The sensation was almost too much for her and she gasped and wriggled, helpless as his thick fingers found her hot, wet and wanting.
Kal laughed in delight at finding her so wet and grinned at her, his blue eyes glowed slightly as he grazed one fingernail lightly over her most delicate spot, teasing her before slowly sliding a finger into her slick heat. A small shift and his thumb pressed against that sensitive skin in slow, small circles as another thick finger partnered the first moving inside her.
Chloe threw her head back and a wordless cry escaped her lips. She felt her body tightening at the incredible sensations coursing through her body. Chloe was dancing at the edge of orgasm, and Kal held her there, slowly exploring her tight heat. She rocked against his hand helplessly, captive to his whim. It was frightening, exhilarating, this control he had over her.
She needed to touch him, and her hands traveled downward, seeking the hardness trapped between them.
Kal growled, low in his throat as he eagerly pressed himself into her hands. Chloe bit her lip, moaning softly as he suckled on her breast, thrust into her hands with the same insanely slow rhythm as his fingers deep with her.
She mourned at the retreat of his fingers and she lifted her hips, offering, begging, as Kal roughly kneed her legs further apart, sucking greedily at his Chloe seasoned fingers as he moved.
He grabbed her hip with one hand, the other covered her hand on his cock, thick and hard with need and together they guided him to the hot promise between her legs.
She lifted her hips again.
“Kal-el,” she moaned.
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Comments, critiques, growly!Kal always welcome at shelia452@hotmail.com. Remember feedback is a terrible thing to keep to yourself.
**********
why I played myself this way
now I see
**********
Kal’s breath was hot against her skin, and she felt the lightest touch of his lips at the curve of her mouth. The tip of his tongue, an erotic invasion, pressed hungrily into the corner of her lips.
A sharp bite of electricity surged through her and instantly she was more than ready for him in that one overwhelming pulse of energy. His tongue traced a moist outline of her bottom lip before she felt the barest clench of his teeth, capturing her lower lip.
Again, a pulse of electricity arced through her and her breath left her in a helpless rush. Her body was warm, soft, aching need and Chloe could only moan and clutch helplessly at broad shoulders.
She could feel his need washing over her in waves of energy; yet still he tortured her with the barest touch of his lips against hers, the light feel of his hands caressing her back. With a soft cry of surrender and frustration Chloe pressed her breasts against him, pushed her hips into his.
A soft, dangerous growl was his only warning as Kal turned her, lightening fast, in his arms. One large hand covered her crotch possessively, pressing, kneading as he rubbed himself against her backside. His other hand captured, then cupped a breast.
Chloe could feel the heat of his hand even through the fabric of her shirt and the lace of her bra. The lace was rough and scratchy against her hardened nipple, his thumb teased briefly and she gasped, and then moaned helplessly as he pinched the aching flesh.
“Kal-el,” she begged.
His lips were at her ear, breathing more of those guttural sounds surrounding her name, and his hands traveled to her waist.
Kal unfastened, then impatiently pushed her jeans down her hips. His thumbs captured the wisp of satin and lace that was her panties and drew them down, along with her jeans to her knees in one swift motion.
He kissed her neck as one hand stroked her thigh. His tongue tasted her as his thick fingers pushed against her damp tangled curls, against moist heated skin.
Kal-el growled, low in his throat and it echoed around the cave.
It echoed through her.
Chloe cried out as he turned her swiftly and dropped to his knees in front of her. One hand supported her as he arched her back, he kissed her hip and she retangled her fingers in demon-dark hair as he tore off her jeans and panties. He pressed his face against her bared skin, nuzzling, and took a deep breath, growling again as her scent washed over him.
Dizzy with desire, Chloe’s knees gave way, her thighs parting as he let her fall against him. Her heat burned a trail down his chest and Kal groaned.
His hips lifted and he pushed her down to him, pressing her slick heat against his trapped erection as he kissed her again.
Not gentle this time, but insisting, his tongue slid between her lips, demanding entrance. Her lips parted and he kissed her deeply, his hands on her hips, holding her tightly pressed against him.
Suddenly, she was weightless, then Chloe was arched across cold stone, on her back. His hands pushed the hem of her shirt up, over her full breasts. Kal groaned and buried his face between her breasts, breathing in the heady scent of her, uniquely hers and completely intoxicating.
He moved his head slightly, his lips, his tongue, exploring, tasting her, his teeth marking her. He kissed the soft hollow of her throat, licking, sucking, teasing the pulse that beat just below her skin as his hands tore the material between her breasts effortlessly. One large hand replaced lace as he cupped a breast, her nipple hard and aching against his fevered palm.
He growled softly against her jaw line, then against her mouth before claiming her lips again. His mouth, his teeth were hard against the softness of her lips and Chloe was drowning in taste of him, only a part of her aware when he ripped open her shirt as effortlessly as he ripped her bra.
Kal pulled back from her enough to slide his hands between them, covering her breasts.
“My beautiful Chloe.”
He grinned at her and lowered his head, the trail to one taut nipple was a waterfall of kisses and nips and licks and Chloe gasped when his hot mouth reached its destination.
A wave of energy spiked through her as heat surrounded aching need and sucked.
Hard.
She whimpered, wanted to touch him, needed to feel all of him against her heated skin and just when Chloe thought she couldn’t want him anymore than she already did, one hand left her breasts, fingers tracing along the faint line of her ribcage downward, across the slight swell of her stomach down to soft damp curls and she felt his thick fingers pushing through her heated folds, causing her to cry out.
The sensation was almost too much for her and she gasped and wriggled, helpless as his thick fingers found her hot, wet and wanting.
Kal laughed in delight at finding her so wet and grinned at her, his blue eyes glowed slightly as he grazed one fingernail lightly over her most delicate spot, teasing her before slowly sliding a finger into her slick heat. A small shift and his thumb pressed against that sensitive skin in slow, small circles as another thick finger partnered the first moving inside her.
Chloe threw her head back and a wordless cry escaped her lips. She felt her body tightening at the incredible sensations coursing through her body. Chloe was dancing at the edge of orgasm, and Kal held her there, slowly exploring her tight heat. She rocked against his hand helplessly, captive to his whim. It was frightening, exhilarating, this control he had over her.
She needed to touch him, and her hands traveled downward, seeking the hardness trapped between them.
Kal growled, low in his throat as he eagerly pressed himself into her hands. Chloe bit her lip, moaning softly as he suckled on her breast, thrust into her hands with the same insanely slow rhythm as his fingers deep with her.
She mourned at the retreat of his fingers and she lifted her hips, offering, begging, as Kal roughly kneed her legs further apart, sucking greedily at his Chloe seasoned fingers as he moved.
He grabbed her hip with one hand, the other covered her hand on his cock, thick and hard with need and together they guided him to the hot promise between her legs.
She lifted her hips again.
“Kal-el,” she moaned.
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Comments, critiques, growly!Kal always welcome at shelia452@hotmail.com. Remember feedback is a terrible thing to keep to yourself.