Come Back to Me

Alright, here’s the second part ^-^ *grins* the suspense is killing me…ok…not really, but I hope you like it
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“I just feel…a little light headed.” And maybe a bit dizzy…his grip remained firm on her sides, his eyes searching her for any sign of trouble. Just then her body went limp, falling into his readied arms.
His breath was heavy, “Lana….Shit! This is all my fault!” Lifting her up, he buckled his arms behind her neck and knees, and studied her silent figure. Clark walked across the living room to the small kitchen, and then through it to the bedroom. Bending down, he carefully laid her delicate figure on the bed. He watched her for any sign of movement, when none was found he quickly grabbed a chair and pulled it to the bedside, waiting. ‘She’s so beautiful…and I was going to let her go… if I would have just told her in the first place, none of this would have happened’ Clark brought his hand up to touch hers and before he could he pulled back, silently criticizing himself for his actions.
Lana’s eyes slowly, quietly opened, and seen Clark by her side. “Clark…”
“Lana! Are you ok?!” without thinking about it, he seized her hand in his.
She was kind of shocked at his approach, “Yeah…my head just hurts a little.”
“Hang on, I’ll get you some aspirin.” Clark rushed into the kitchen and grabbed two pills and a glass of water. Returning, he gave them to her and sat back down in the chair. Up until this moment he had never watched her so close; the way she moved, breathed, everything about her was graceful. Her body was lean, but firm…she had every woman-like quality that a man could wish for. ‘I wish I could be close to her…No! What am I thinking?! That’s not possible. Hell I just tried to send her through a wall for gods-sake, I could have killed her!’ “I'm so sorry, Lana. I didn’t mean to hurt you…I would never…”
For once she got to cut him off at the point, “No, I know you would never hurt me, Clark.” She lightly brushed the palm of her hand across his face, tracing his cheekbone with her thumb, wiping away one lone tear.
His eyes closed and his body shuddered at her touch. Clark went to speak, but all that was heard was a strong inhale of air, he had nothing to say.
Lana glided her legs over the side of the bed and sat up to face him. She patted at the spot next to her. He silently obeyed and sat next to her, but he could only watch her movements and stare at her flawless face. He had to be dreaming, otherwise, how could she be so real, so close to him.
“I love you.” He broke the silence between them
“I love you too, Clark.” Lana looked up into his face. She couldn’t help but to brush his cheek and slide her fingers through his hair
Clark stopped her hand and held it there. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. It startled Lana for a second, she wasn’t paying attention to what she was doing and he probably didn’t want her touching him so much, but he seemed to like it, to cherish…her hand, it was strange and it almost made her laugh, but it was sweet nonetheless.
When he opened his eyes, Clark gazed at her figure down, and then back up to her awaiting gaze, he loved every inch of her. Slowly, he leaned toward her, cupping her cheek with his hand, as if awaiting permission. A small whisper of his name escaped Lana’s lips as she met him in a sensuous kiss.
The first touches of his lips were light and gentle; it left her wanting more of him, more of his smooth, salty lips. For Clark, her lips were as soft as silk and gave off a heat of passion. His tongue swept across her lips and she allowed him entrance. Before she could respond with her own heated fervor, his tongue invaded her mouth to explore her and consume her.
Her hand crept up to his tight, muscular nape and worked her fingers around his neck, while the other hand groped his luscious dark brown hair. All the while his hands ran quickly down the sides of her slender body to her thighs, and then slowly worked them back up, touching, exploring, and mapping every curve of her feminine torso.
He stopped at the bottom of her breast and glided his thumb across it, feeling her flinch beneath his touch. He stopped their entanglement and realized that he had done wrong, “I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to…I’m not doing this out of lust…I’m sorry.” ‘Lust…where did that come from?! I don’t think that was the answer you were looking for!’ He mentally lectured himself.
Lana’s voice was light and slow, desire keeping her from a modest reality “Clark, I…I know you wouldn’t do anything to hurt me. I don’t want to be unsure about anything…I don’t want to be unsure about you…about us.” She couldn’t find the right words, words that wouldn’t make her out to be some kind of promiscuous hooker. But she wanted him, just as badly as he wanted her. Lana’s glazed honeysuckle brown eyes glided over his face, and he showed no sign of reply, just daze in a moment of confusion. If the right words wouldn’t come to her, than the right actions would. She lifted his large, masculine hands and pulled them to her, placing them where they had last stopped and continued to show them the whole contour of her physique.
Clark drew in a ragged breath. His member became even harder and he grappled to restrain himself. This was something that he had never done before, or felt before. A feeling of ecstasy flowed through his veins. His voice was husky and lucid, “Lana…I want you…but, I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Then don’t. Just love me, Clark….please, I need you.” Her voice echoing his desire.
Without another word, his lips descent to hers. This time it was Lana who ran a teasing tongue over his lips, tormenting them with her gentleness. And his mouth opened on hers, pressing them to hers in an endless kiss of raw hunger. Clark maneuvered her back on to the bed as he hovered above her, the bed sinking beneath his weight. In the depths of their minds they knew this was a ritual that shouldn’t take place at this time in their lives, but it was inevitable, the passion and need was too strong, the desire had been pent up too long.
He kissed her lips again with the craving he sought, gripping at her body with soft force. Her hands slid across his back to his spine and up to robust shoulders. He felt her burning fingers against his back and demand to feel her skin touch his. Releasing her for a moment, Clark sat up and rid himself of the white cotton t-shirt. Lana’s eyes raked across his rippling chest and ran her fingers against the scar. Clark shut his eyes and turned his head, waiting for her displeasure of the monstrous tattoo.
Lana seen Clark turn his head in agony and she felt regret for her actions. In a feeble, but grand attempt she exchanged positions with him, his back alighting onto the silk sheets. He was amazed at her endeavor, but was even more aroused at the position in which she sat; Lana had him straddled at the waist, leaning over him in the sweetest seduction. She felt his muscular length pushing at his jeans, and for a moment she lost all movement and let the heat euphoria run through her. Lana leaned in closer to him, grinding her weight against manhood. Clark groaned in pleasure, moving with her with the need to feel it again. She teased him with light kisses that traveled from his lips, to his jaw and neck, to his chest. His muscles rippled underneath his skin at the touch of her soft lips as they ran across the scar and then to his taut nipples, kissing them, softly biting them.
Another groan escaped his lips as he further tried to control his urges. His breath came in heavy waves. In one smooth stroke, he flipped her over onto her back, kissing her neck with heated craze. Clark worked the top buttons of her blouse loose and kissed the spot that was revealed to him. He continued unbuttoning her shirt, leaving a trail of burning kisses down the middle of her torso. Her shirt slid off of her stomach, exposing her soft tan skin and sheer pink bra.
Clark hovered above her as she relieved herself of the cloth. His eyes grazed over her body that was open to him. Kissing her, he moved his arms around her back, enclosing his fingers on the latch of her bra, prying them loose. Lana slowly discarded the support material, leaving him to wander in thought for a moment, and then threw it to the floor. She was even more beautiful now than she was in his dreams, a thin tanned body and gorgeous breasts. He took one breast in his mouth, licking and sucking at it until it was hard, and then moved to the other one. His tongue and lips made her ache with need, need to press against him and seek more of her desire. Lana’s breath came harshly into her lungs, gasping in satisfaction, “Clark” she whispered. With that, he moved his hands to the hem of her jeans, stroking her hips that lay inside. He finally unbuttoned and helped removed them from her, leaving only the matching pink, laced pair of high-cut boyshorts. Lana too worked the button of his jeans undone and slid them off of his waist, allowing him to fully remove them himself. Which left him clad in a pair of blue silky boxers.
Unable to control her gestures, she moved her hands along his thighs and up his erect length, causing him to throw back his head in wild hysteria and moan in a raw deep voice, “Lana.” He looked back down at her still form and tore himself loose of the constraining underwear. She had heard myths and read man romance novels, but this was unlike any of that, he was large and hard, matching the rest of his muscular physique; she could only help but pry herself loose of her own last remaining clothing.
Clark looked at her in question, “Are you sure?” He said in a gentle, calm voice.
“Only if you are.” She assured him, and certain that she needed him in her, to feel him.
His fingers circled the entrance to her body, playing with the folds, and then pushed them within her, tenderly rubbing at her inner muscles, making sure she was ready for him. She gasped at his touch, arching her back to gather more of his fingers inside her. He removed them from her and lifted her thighs around him and looked to her for consent. “Please, Clark.” She panted. She felt his hot hardness poised at her entrance and wrapped her hands around his back, knowing that it was going to hurt. He slowly pushed into her, moving relentlessly forward until he came to her barrier, “Let me know if I hurt you too much”, at her sanction, he pushed deep within her, breaking through the thin tissue. He heard her gasp in pain, her arms tightening around him. He waited for her pain to subside, and then began gently moving inside her, withdrawing and entering deeper each time, soothing her pain as much as he knew how to.
He set up a passionate rhythm, driving full-length into her, stroking her inner tissues, complying with both of their demands. He groaned hoarsely as she slowly tightened around him. Her head tossed irresistibly as she spasmed around him, drawing his heated length in closer at the peek of her closure. The pulsating within her suddenly exploded in a wave of sheer pleasure that racked her body. Her spasms clenched and pulled against his engorged manhood. Clark let out a small cry of pleasure as he released his warmth inside of her, and came to rest, sinking down on her.
Still floating in the vast sea of bliss, Lana could feel Clark pull out of her and roll to his side, gathering her up in his bulky arms. Clark, too, was still lost in unconsciousness as his hand ran over her small back.
Taking time to drift back to reality, he stared at the figure he held and never wished to let go. “Lana?”
Her cares were temporarily gone and her head lightened. She brought her face from his collarbone and stared at him.
“I love you, no matter what. I love you, Lana” as he gripped her to him more tightly.
“I love you too, Clark.” She said in sincere response, burying her head back into his chest. “Please, don’t let go, not right now.”
“I won’t” he wrapped the sheets around them, resting his hand on her back, “I won’t.”


What do you think?? Let me know….but if it really sux…I’m sorry, didn’t mean to. ^-^