Days of Bliss

TITLE: Days of Bliss

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 2 of 3

FANDOM: Smallville

SHIP: Clark / Lana

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Romance and Erotica

SPOILERS: A couple, Season Two

UNIVERSE: As per cannon, with an AU look at what I think could have happened during those idyllic few episodes when Clark and Lana were actually together.

DISCLAIMER: None of these characters belong to me. They belong to The WB 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. As promised... and there was sex..

FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - Deton8@mweb.co.za

Smallville, The Kent Farm, Miller's Hollow, Early Evening

They rode into Miller's hollow as the shadows lengthened with the setting sun. What angst there had been between them, had transmuted to nervous excitement as they dismounted near the creek. They couldn't keep their eyes off each other. Clark untied and unrolled the blankets and after some quick consideration laid them out one above the other, they were large enough to give them ample room. She gave him a questioning look, but he just smiled at her and she could do nothing else but smile back. She took down their picnic basket and set it to one side of the blankets, placing her hat on top of it. She watched as he lit and placed the lanterns, he had brought, beside it. "Good thinking, Clark" she praised his thoughtfulness.

"I think I'll also collect some wood. Might not be a bad idea to have a fire going in case it turns chilly." he replied thoughtfully. "Clark, you think too much. I think... we'll be warm enough. And, if not, I think we could think of ways to keep each other warm. Don't you?" she replied with a bright suggestive smile. She was laughing inside. She loved making the tall farm boy blush. "I guess we could." he said and before she could react he had her in his arms and lowered his lips to hers. She tensed for a second with surprise and then almost melted into Clark. The kiss was gentle, but thorough, more lips than tongue, but enough tongue to make it very tantalizing. There were times like this where his actions belied his innocent nature and it made her absolutely hot. She groaned into his mouth as his hands found their way under her loosely knotted shirt and onto her bare lower back. Her body seemed to be working independently from her mind as she brought her leg up and curled it around his even as she ran her hands into his dark hair. This left her crotch tight against his thigh and with no conscious effort on her part, she, began to grind herself against him. It was his turn to groan and she actually felt him twitch and shift as he hardened against her hip.

He let his hands slip lower and caressed the firm globes of her ass through her tight fitting jeans. He felt her breasts warm against his chest as let her weight rest against him. As, their kiss heated, he felt the hot points of her nipples press against his chest as they hardened. It settled any doubt in his mind as to whether she was wearing a bra or not.

They finally broke the kiss as breathing became an issue, but they hardly separated an inch. They just watched each other for a moment. Her petite frame remained moulded to his as they caught their breath. "God, you smell good and you taste even better." Clark said and it wasn't particularly meant for her ears. His voice had an awed quality that said he just simply had to verbalise the thought and it made the compliment all the sweeter. She didn't know how to answer something like that, so she just squeezed his hand, where it had come to rest on her hip, and looked up at him from where her head rested on his chest with a look of total bliss.

Clark nodded. He couldn't trust his voice. His jeans seemed two sizes too small, but he wouldn't move for the world. "God, you smell good and you taste even better." the words simply popped out of his mouth as the thought skittered through his mind. He held his breath hoping she didn't think it was as dorky as it had sounded to him. Her reaction brought a smile to his lips and a twitch to his dick. She simply took his hand and looked up at him with the sweetest smile he could ever remember seeing. It said more than any words she might have used.

"I'm not all that hungry, Clark." and the flutter of butterflies in her stomach made the statement quite true, "What would you say to leaving the actual picnic 'til later? We could just make ourselves more comfortable and..." she proposed leaving it open ended. She felt a strong need to steer events. She knew Clark wanted her. The bulge against her hip was evidence of that, but she also knew he would not make the first move for fear of somehow pressuring her. His nature and his view of her was part of the reason she loved him, but it also blinded him to how much she really wanted this. The time was drawing near when she would have to show him. It might break a few illusions he had about her, but she knew that deep down he understood that despite her social image and the experience of their friendship, she was also a sexual being. And, at the moment, a little nervous, but extremely turned on, sexual being.

He could feel the heat radiating off her and he had no problem reading between the lines. She had made her intensions quite clear. He knew what they were there to do and as much as the pessimist in him screamed that this was too good to be true, he finally allowed himself the decision to go ahead and live in the moment. He slid his hand off her hip, wrapping his arm around her, and without a word cupped, squeezed and then stroked her denim-clad crotch. He watched as her eyes widened and she drew a gasping breath before they narrowed to slits as she let out a loud breath and pressed against his side. His other hand came up and slid under her shirt and cupped and caressed her breast with only the thin material of her crop top between their skin. Her breast fit perfectly into his hand as he hefted and squeezed it softly. The fingers of his hand at her crotch kept moving back and forth and he could feel the heat and throb of her as she push against them. He thumbed her hard nipple and watched as her tongue peeked out to wet dry lips before her straight, white teeth pinned her lower lip and her eyes flutter closed completely and she let more of her weight rest against him. "I'm not that hungry either, Lana. Well, not for what's in that basket. So, yeah. Why don't we get a bit more... comfortable." Clark answered as he stroked a little harder and cupped her breast firmly.

Clark's brazen actions and reply surprised her at first and she thought: "Be careful what you wish for, Miss Lang." before she let thought drift away and enveloped herself in the sensations his hands were creating on her body. Lana felt her body relax and tense all at the same time and she nearly forgot she had asked him a question until his voice drifted down to her with words his actions had already answered. She twisted in his arms forcing his hands to abandon their intimate contact. She stretched onto the tips of her toes, grabbed the sides of his face and kissed him firmly on the lips. She shifted back a little and licked her tongue across his lips and then took four, slow, deliberate steps backwards leaving her standing in the middle of their spread blankets. She closed her eyes and just, for a moment, her nerves took over. The butterflies in her stomach changed to hummingbirds and she felt unsure of herself. She took a steadying breath and opened her eyes to find him watching her intently and his deep blue eyes told her all she needed to know and her doubts evaporated into a broad smile.

He watched her. Simply watched her. He could still feel the pressure of her lips on his and the slight tingle where her tongue had traced his lips. He missed the heat of her against his side. But, she was breathtakingly beautiful, as she stood bathed in the reflected light of the setting sun off the creek. He wanted to tell her how beautiful she was, but the words died on his lips, as just for an instant, he saw that little girl in the photo taken just after the meteor storm. He could see her uncertainty and as much as he wanted her, as much as he ached for her, if she said it wasn't going to happen, he would have been glad to simply wrap his arms around her and tell her that it was going to be okay and ask her what she'd packed for there picnic. He loved her whether it became more physical or not. It felt strange to say the words in his own mind and feel like it was a real, tangible thing alive with possibilities, but there it was. He didn't even know his mouth had twitched into a smile as he watched her eyes open and then a radiant smile spread across her lips.

She held his eyes with hers and undid the knot that closed her shirt and then shrugged the light cotton garment from her shoulders and let it fall to the ground. Lana lifted her arms and then turned her hands palm up in open invitation. The last of the butterflies died as he stepped forward in acceptance. He drew near and took her hands in his and she let her weight fall backward while shifted her footing forward. The net result was that he lowered her back gently to the blanket and then let himself be pulled down to join her.

He came to rest on his side next to her, but he shifted one leg over and between hers while draping his arm and some of his weight across her side. He leaned down and lightly kissed her bare shoulder. She let out a light sigh as she bonelessly let her head roll to the side to look at him smiling lazily. It was a balmy evening out, but Lana felt goose bumps rise across her skin as his finger drew spidery patterns across her taut stomach before her palm came to rest on the gentle ridge. She could feel the bulge of his sex hot and hard against her thigh. He kissed her shoulder again this time moving closer to her face. She shifted herself, pressing her crotch firmly against his thigh as she felt her own heat rising. The contact felt good. He began to slowly stroke his fingers and palm across the firm muscles of her abdomen and one of her hands began to stroke his lightly haired forearm in quiet encouragement. He kissed the bone just below her skin to the side of her throat, she couldn't remember what it was called, but it tickle and she found herself giggling softly, breathlessly.

Her giggle turned to a husky "Oh." when he dipped his tongue into the hollow below her throat, circled it in a tight spiral and then drew his lips to her flesh with a sucking kiss. He shifted his leg at the same time and she ground herself against him as they slowly humped each others thighs as he repeated himself.

Clark was always amazed at how sumptuously soft and smooth her skin was. He tasted the salt of her sweat on her skin and it awakened his appetite. The taste was familiar, but also oddly unique and it got him to thinking as to what other flavours might be found on his delectable Lana Lang. His... He kissed the protruding nub of bone just to the side and below her throat and it made her giggle, so he did it again. He shifted to make himself more comfortable and she shifted to compensate and then he couldn't stop shifting and neither could she. He felt her nails drags across his forearm as he tested the tight muscles of her stomach before slowly rubbing them. Her giggles turned to a husky "Oh." as he dipped his tongue into the hollow below her throat. He liked the sound she made, so he did it again. Any feelings of doubt he may have had, had long since left and his innate shyness was following suite as he let his desire take over.

She grabbed his wrist and maneuvered his hand so that his fingers slid under the bottom of her crop top. He took the hint sliding his upward along her ribs and she released him. He felt her hands scrabbling at his t-shirt as she pulled it out of his jeans and then her petite, but strong hands were kneading and rubbing the muscles of his lower back. He could feel the staccato rhythm of her heartbeat against his palm and then he gently cupped the firm, smooth globe of her breast. They both drew in heavy breaths. Hers pressed the full mound of her breast into his palm and the hard nub of her nipple against his thumb. His managed to calm the racing of his heart at the first sensations of touching the flesh of her breast for the first time.

She let the breath out slowly, if a bit raggedly. Her eyes fluttered closed as she immersed herself in the sensation of his touch and the feel of his skin under her hands. She couldn't say the calluses on were rough. They were just... different. They created different kinds of pressure as he lightly squeezed her breast lightly and rhythmically creating sparks of pleasure through her nervous system. She found her back arching slightly and her shoulder blades squirming into the blanket below her. She pressed herself harder against his thigh as she felt a fresh burst of moisture flow from her heated depths. A small trickle of fluid tickled her inner thigh, a faint echo of an itch she felt building inside herself. She started to find it hard to breath as his hand shifted to her other breast. She had dreamed and fantasized about this type of slow seduction preceding her first time, but this was definately turning into a case of being careful what one wishes for. The anticipation was almost becoming too much for her and she started to push his t-shirt up his back.

Clark wondered if this was what sensory overload felt like. He was surrounded, flooded, engulfed by Lana. His mind was scattered in every direction as he tried to concentrate on, and catalogue all the sensations he was receiving. He had never dreamed how good it could feel to hold her full, firm naked breast in his hand or how the skin of her areola would grow taut under the caress of his thumb and the nipple stand erect as a hot, hard point pressing back against his thumb's ministrations. The sweat and vanilla taste of her skin. The fresh, clean smell of her hair and the natural perfume of her arousal adding a richer dimension to the scent by which he had always been able to recognize her. Heat seemed to roll off her in waves as their hips moved in pleasurable counterpoint. He throbbed with every beat of his heart. He wanted to take it slow. Show her exactly how much he loved her, to make it perfect for her. But, his every nerve was alive and on fire and he felt himself moving closer and closer to the brink and then he felt her hands start to drag his t-shirt up. He could feel the front of his boxers growing damp with pre-cum and he did his best to concentrate his helter-skelter thoughts into one definitive one: "DO NOT CUM."

She found it hard to catch her breath. Each new touch forced quite little gasps of sound and air out of her and she could no more stop them than she could find the will to stop Clarks caressing hands or marauding lips. She could feel her insides quiver as his touch fanned the flame at her core ever higher. She was on a razor edge of frustration and anticipation, wanting him to continue doing exactly what it was he was doing and at the very same time knowing that they could be doing oh so very much more. She needed to guide them to the next level while she still had some semblance of rational thought, but Clark pre-empted her and she was incredibly thankful because she had simply lost the facility of speech as his tongue had licked the shell of her ear before his teeth had lightly nipped her lobe.

Clark needed to take control of the situation. God help him he could keep doing this for the rest of his life and be perfectly content, but he knew that they both wanted more. He knew that if something didn't change and soon, he was going to blow his load right in his short. Not only would it be really embarrassing, it would also, most likely, destroy the mood. He licked the shell of her ear and nibbled at her earlobe. He had found out quite early in their new relationship that it really revved her up when he did that. He then whispered: "I think we're both wearing way too many clothes. What do you think?" Clark asked with another nip to her earlobe. Her only answer was a slight not and a breathy sigh. He was loath to do it, but he created some separation between them and then said: "Race ya." and rolled away from her onto his back and began to wrestle with his belt.

In retrospect it was a dumb thing to propose, not to mention, say, but it's playfulness managed to cut through the tension both of them had unconscious begun to build along with their mounting desires. With, a joyful and clear laugh Lana answered him: "You're on," and began to attend to her own belt. They both managed their belts at about the same time, but Clark got a little ahead by virtue of having a zipper to her buttons at the fly of his jeans. He was about to start yanking his pants and boxers down when he realized he was still wearing his boots and he would have to get them off first to take off his pants and he had to sit up to do so. Lana had realized this a touch sooner and had already sat up to pull off her cowboy-style riding boots. She managed to eek out a lead as Clark's boots also had laces while hers did not. Laughing he cheated just a little, as she began to tug her remaining boot off he gave her a little shove. Her balance had been precarious enough and she toppled onto her side. "Hey!!" she cried out, her indignance hardly noticeable over the chuckles that bubbled up behind it. "No fair." she continued her voice shaky with mirth. "All's fair in love and... love." he told her with a wink and a smile while he got both his boots undone and began kicking them off. "Oh, we'll see." was her response.

They kept throwing glances back and forth gauging each others progress and this would ultimately be Clark's downfall. Because, he was already sitting up, he whipped his t-shirt off before finishing with his jeans. He got it over his head and tossed it to the side, then glanced at her and froze. His jaw dropped and his brain shutdown. He saw her as if he were moving at super speed and everything else seemed to slow down. She had her top in her hands, her arms stretched out above her head. She was lit half by the flickering light of the lanterns and the soft steady light of the rising moon. Stretched as she was her toned body was an amazing sight of shadows and highlights as she shook out her hair. Her firm breasts shifted, swayed and jiggled ever so slightly with her movement with mesmerizing effect. His brain might be offline, but his body wasn't. The slight relief and softening of his sex that their separation had given him were not only nullified, his hard-on surged and he was really grateful for having undone his jeans already.

"All's fair, is it?" she thought with mischief in mind. Clark might be one hell of a guy, but he was still a guy. He never saw the wicked little grin flash across her lips as he was drawing his t-shirt over his head at the time. She timed it perfectly and got exactly the reaction she wanted as she removed her own top or maybe the inaction she wanted as he froze. She loved the dumbstruck look on his face almost as much as she liked the feel of the breeze on her unclothed skin. "I got you now, Clark." she thought as she added her finishing touch by shaking out her wealth of dark hair. She actually saw the bulge in his jeans shift. She thought she might have gone just a little too far considering the stunned look on his face, but what the hell she had an advantage so she took it. She dropped back down to her back and using her hands started wriggling out of her jeans.

She was right. Clark's mind snapped back into action with one chrystal clear thought: He wanted her, all of her. The fact that she was also currently lying, half naked and writhing less than a foot away from him may also have had something to do with it. He literally swooped on her lips before her jeans even made it halfway down her thighs. He kissed her thoroughly, smothering her surprised gasp. She actually struggled for just a moment, eyes wide, before she melted against him letting her eyes flutter closed again. He cupped and squeezed her firm breast and then let his hand drift lower. Her skin was warm and smooth and when his fingers ran over the waistband of her panties it was a transition from silk to lace. His fingers continued their exploration and slid forward between her slightly parted legs. He applied pressure as he stroked up and down along the length of her crotch. She moaned into his mouth and he could feel warmth and damp seep through the thin textured material. Her hands came up and her fingers worked their way into his hair. Clark was surprised by his own forwardness, but he could tell that Lana was really enjoying his being in control, so he went with it.

Lana had lowered her eyes to concentrate on removing her jeans and she didn't see Clark move. She wouldn't have in any case. Clark didn't even realize he had used a little super speed in his rush to get to her. She was caught totally by surprise and she gasped, her eyes going wide. Her first instinct was to struggle against his onslaught and she did for just a moment, but other newer instincts kicked in and she melted into his kiss. She felt his hand cup her breast, squeeze and then move onward. Her eyes fluttered closed as his tongue slipped into her mouth and explored it thoroughly. His hand drew a meandering trail along the smooth flesh of her ribs and stomach and down onto her panties. His hand slipped down between her legs and she parted them as far as her lowered jeans would allow. She was really surprised by his sudden boldness, but it took the burden of maintaining control of her slim shoulders and allowed her to fully be in the moment. She also found herself being impressed by this hidden side of Clark. She moaned as he applied pressure and his fingers stroked back and forth. No one, other than herself, had touched her like that and she found herself pondering and cataloguing the differences in a strangely detached fashion as the sensations rippled through her body. The pleasure of his touch seemed to crawl up her spine and then burst in her mind and she moaned into his mouth, She worked her hands into his hair enjoying the feel of his scalp under her nails and the tickle of his hair on her sensitive fingers.

His fingers reversed their path to above her panties and this time when they slid down they dipped beneath the waistband. He lightened their kiss as he felt Lana draw a deep breath, her taut belly shuddering under his palm. One of her hands slid from his hair, down the column of his neck and her fingernails began to test the muscles of his shoulder. The hand in his hair tugged to guide his lips and he purposefully resisted before relenting and let his lips trail down her cheek to nibble and suck at her exposed neck. His nose and face were buried in the fragrant wealth of her dark hair and he breathed in deeply. His fingers trailed though the soft curls of her pubes and then he repeated what he had done before, but this time his middle finger slid between the swollen lips of her sex. The damp, lacey material felt strange as it rubbed against the back of his hand. He heard Lana murmur his name and she actually clutched at his hair as his finger dipped inside her as he probed lightly amongst the full wet folds of her labia. Where he had felt warmth and damp before he now felt heat and wetness. Her fluids coated his finger, then fingers as he probed deeper. Her hips bucked and she made the most peculiar sound. He couldn't quite put a name to it. It was kind of a gasp / moan, but in reverse, all on a short, sharp, hitched breath as she tensed around him. The only thing he knew was that he needed to hear it again.

Lana found herself staring sightlessly up at the clear, star-studded night sky. His fingers had found her most intimate flesh and it had taken her a moment to understand that the sound she was hearing was coming from her own mouth. His fingers were thicker than hers and slightly rougher. She had imagined he would be more hesitant, but he explored her with firm, gentle strokes that stoked the furnace that was building inside her. The sound dripped out of her mouth again as his fingers delved inside her again. Her hand dipped from the small of his back and she let it drift under the waistband of his boxers. Her body bucked against his hand as he continued to caress her most intimate flesh and she didn't even realize she had pushed his boxers and pants down when she had the bottom curve of his ass cheeks in her hands. She could also feel his hot, pulsing penis directly against the skin of her outer thigh.

Clark nuzzled Lana's neck as his fingers explored her sex. She was becoming slicker and slicker and he delved deeper feeling a little thrill each time she moaned or her breath hitched. She had pushed his jeans and boxers off his ass and freed his cock from its constraints. It was strange to feel relief and still have pressure building at the same time. The smooth, silky skin of her thigh felt wonderful against his erection and he couldn't help slowly humping against her, but he wanted more. He nipped at her earlobe. "Lift your ass, a little." he whispered before swiping his tongue along the shell of her ear. He was strangely satisfied at the shuddering breath his statement caused her to take. He felt her begin to shift, arching her back, balancing on her shoulders to lift her ass off the blanket. He timed his own movements to hers as she arched he let his lips pounce on her breast. He took in her nipple, areola and as much of her breast as he could. Her movement pushed the firm flesh into his mouth and he sucked hard. She gasped and her nails bit into the flesh of his ass. At, the same time, he moved his entire hand back and his fingers slid out of her as his hand pulled her panties off her hips and down her thighs. She groaned. He glanced at his hand as he slowly let her breast slip from his mouth, it glistened wetly in the moonlight and an interesting notion occurred to him. He hesitated for a moment and then brought his fingers to his lips, the sweet perfume of her arousal tantalized his nose, and then promptly popped them into his mouth. He watched her eyes widen as the taste of her exploded on his palette as he sucked his fingers clean. He withdrew them with a pop and a smack of his lips. He saw her lips trying to form words, but she kept stopping herself. He smiled down at her. He let his hand rest lightly on her breast while his thumb drew slow, light circles around her nipple. He leaned forward to kiss her and she pulled back just a little and he paused. Their eyes met and she seemed to search his face for a moment and then she moved forward and kissed him.

His lips were warm and wet on the skin of her neck as his finger caressed her most intimate flesh. His fingers filled her, They were definately longer and thicker than hers. She clenched around him increasing the pleasurable friction as his fingers slid back and forth. She found herself moaning as he touched and explored new places inside her and her breath hitched when he set off sparks of pleasure radiating through her body. She felt herself grow even wetter. His breath was hot against her ear. His teeth nibbled lightly on her earlobe and then she heard: "Lift your ass, a little." and felt his wet tongue trace the shell of her ear. Her breath shuddered into her lungs as her body reacted without her conscious thought and she arched up onto her shoulder blades with her feet planted on the ground and lifted her buttock an inch or so off the blanket. She gasped as she suddenly found herself thrusting her tit flesh into his hungry, sucking mouth and her hand tightened on his ass. Her gasp was as much in pleasure as in loss as he withdrew his fingers from within her. With, her buttocks raised he also took her panties with him, sliding them over her hips and down her thighs. She groaned and shifted her legs working the lace undergarment over her knees and letting it slip down to her feet. She watched as Clark seemed to contemplate his fingers as they glistened with her juices in the moonlight, still sucking firmly at her breast and even lightly nipping her nipple making her groan. He seemed to come to a decision and let her slip from his lips. She watched with suddenly rapt attention as he brought his fingers to his lips and then sucked them clean with unmistakable relish. She was kind of stunned. It was the most sexily intimate thing she had seen and she wanted to tell him so, but just couldn't quite find the words and there he was just simply smiling down at her like the cat that had caught the canary. The feel of his hand gently cupping her breast and his thumb drawing slow circles around her nipple didn't help her thought process in the least and then he was leaning down to kiss her. She could smell herself on his breath and she tensed for just a moment at the thought of tasting herself, something she, in fact, contemplated but never done. He paused and the smallest flutter of apprehension shivered her spine at the thought that he might misinterpret her reaction, but as their. eyes met she saw nothing but love as he simply seemed to be waiting for her. She didn't let him wait any longer and she closed the distance between them and kissed him thoroughly. She ravaged his mouth and he let her. Her tongue delved deep finding hints of her flavour and hungrily seeking more. She let her hand slide from his ass and down the back of his thigh as far as she could reach before dragging her fingernails back up. He moaned into her mouth. She moved her hand and lightly cupped his balls. This time it was his turn to tense, but she only gave it the lightest of squeezes before she let her fingers explore the length of his shaft. She could feel it throb beneath her fingers and as she traced the velvety smooth skin it twitched. Clark broke their kiss and she felt him draw a heavy, shuddering breath. She wrapped her hand loosely around the base of his prick and slid it slowly upward. His mouth opened, but no sound came out as she found his cock head and the source of the wetness she had felt against her thigh. She tightened her hand squeezing the spongy flesh, he grunted, and rolling her wrist to draw out more of his pre cum and coat her fingers with it as she slowly began to jack his shaft. She let her eyes drop to verify what she was feeling and she found herself licking suddenly dry lips.

Clark felt a certain amount of smugness as he drew erotic reactions from the women he loved and his confidence grew with each little sound she made and he was hardly phased by her brief hesitation when he made to kiss her after sucking her sweet nectar from his fingers. He had simply waited, her flavour and scent tantalizing his senses while his hand lightly cupped her firm breast and his thumb drew idle patters around and over her hard, nipple. He didn't even give any real thought to her hesitation, only figured that if she wanted him to know she would tell him and he didn't think that would happen right then. The moment was too intense. They were too involved for conscious explanation, at any rate, he was. When she closed the distance between them he savoured the way she ravaged his mouth. Her soft, smooth hand slid from his ass and down the back of his thigh and then five fiery points made their way back up. His thumb froze on her breast as her hand separated from his skin and then her petite hand was gently squeezing his balls before it moved up along his shaft. His smugness not so much as melted away as vapourised and he moaned into her mouth. His body tensed. Nerves tightening muscles without conscious thought and he pressed into her caressing fingers as she slid them up his hard, twitching, throbbing shaft. Super powers? What super powers? He had to break their kiss to draw a heavy, shuddering breath and that was before her fingers wrapped around the base of his shaft and slowly worked their way upward. He felt his jaw drop as his mouth opened soundlessly. Her hand wrapped around the head of his sex, massaging, tantalizing. He grunted as he felt himself coating her hand with his pre cum in shuddering little squirts. He had to concentrate solely on baseball stats at that point as he felt his testicles tighten and her smooth hand began to jack the length of his shaft, not quite making the complete trip from head to base and back again. He watched as her eyes followed the movement of her hand and then she licked her lips. He echoed the action unconsciously and found his lips dry. Hers were now glistening. His penis switched again, hard and he had to grit his teeth. His hand slid over hers and held it in place as he fought for composure.

Their eyes met and her smile was oddly demure considering their present situation. He let out a slow whistling breath. "Whooaw there." he whispered in a hoarse voice. Hazel green orbs were half covered by lowered lids and barely glimpsed through thick, dark lashes. "I think..." he began, but she interrupted him with a : "Yes." her voice soft, but sure. They both started looking for their jeans at the same time then stopped. "You've got...?" Clark asked. She nodded. "I... I thought you'd... I knew you'd have... I just... I mean..." she started and stopped. He could see she was struggling and the absurdity of the idea made him chuckle, which made her stop and with a shrug she chuckled too. Neither of them really knew how tightly wound they'd become until that simple release, but the light touch of her hand on his thigh brought them both back to their prior intent and this time it was only Clark who reached for his jeans and the foil-wrapped package in it's pocket. But, it is Lana's petite hands that tear the package open after she removes it from Clark's unresisting fingers. His eyes followed her fingers as she slid the condom out of its package and then reached for his cock. Her hand felt almost superheated as she held him lightly at the base and then slowly unrolled the lubricated latex sheath onto his erect shaft. Her task complete she smiled at him and then lowered herself onto her back. He looked down at her and watched as her perfect white teeth worried at her full lower lip. Her incisors were slightly enlarged giving her a kind of feral look that he found very sexy and then she was holding her arms out to him in an invitation that was impossible for him to refuse.

He moved between her legs as she opened them to accommodate him. Her hands slid up his arms as he braced his hands on either side of her slim shoulders to take most of his weight. Her lower lip was still sexily pinned by her upper teeth as he let some of his weight settle onto her connecting them skin-to-skin. The tip of his condom clad sex slid down through the length of her blossoming vagina and he felt her hips buck slightly followed by a shuddering ripple of her stomach muscles against his. Breath hissed from her mouth and her eyes widened and Clark took a deep breath to steady himself. He pushed forward and Lana's hands tightened around his upper arms as the head of his penis slid up through her swollen outer lips, but did not find her entrance. He tried again, moving slower, being more careful, but with the same result.

His attempts were actually quite pleasurable to Lana. The friction of his dick head running through her swollen and sensitive labia sent little sparks of lightning though her, followed by the thunder clap of sensation that made her stomach muscles tense and her back arch, when it rubbed against her exposed clit, winding the coil deep inside his touch had already started to tighten. But, she could see the frustration beginning to build in Clark's eyes along with an inkling of uncertainty. She did not let his lips utter the plea they opened to make, she already read it in his big blue eyes and acted on it immediate. She let her hand slip from his arm and slid it between their bodies. She couldn't resist fondling him lightly as she guided him to her entrance and fitted his cock head to her slick channel. Their eyes locked as her hand released him and they had a moment of stasis, where neither moved, even slightly enough to breathe.

Then, with the signal being her eyelids slowly lowering, they moved. His hips thrust forward, slowly and steadily. Clark was almost transfixed as the sensation of liquid heat slowly surrounded his shaft flooded his nervous system. Her sex resisted him, clutching at his invading shaft to create delicious friction. Locker room talk, and things he had read in magazines and on the net were a whispered mish-mash flitting through his mind and he kept waiting to hit the barrier of her virtue, the worry of hurting her nagging at the tail end of his rapidly dwindling thought process. But, still, he thrust forward. It was like nothing he had felt before. He was super strong, but that meant nothing. He could feel his arms, begin to shake, as he held himself above her, but still he slid forward. He suddenly felt a little more resistance, but it didn't halt his forward momentum. Her gasp was the only thing that froze him in his tracks, but only for a moment as her legs twined around him, her ankles locked behind him and her urgent words drifted to his ears: "No. Don't stop, Clark. Don't... Don't stop. Don't." and he thrust forward burying his last few inches in her molten, hot depth. Their bodies were molded together and he realized the only movement was that caused by her breathing giving him the presence of mind to release the breath he hadn't even known he was holding.
Lana had been expecting all manner of feelings, but the sense of calm that came over her as she felt him enter her was unexpected. Her eyes were closed and she found herself almost cataloguing every inch of him as her sex adjusted around him and he slid into her. Her channel offered slight resistance creating a delicious, dragging friction as it tightened and released in waves. He drew ever nearer to her centre. Her hands clutched at his quivering forearms not with any sense angst, but she found the tactile sensation of his muscles under her fingers heightened the sensation of his shaft sliding into her. She did gasp as his shaft found her unexplored depths and her channel clutched at him, resisted him and then let him slide further in. Her involuntary gasp caused him to pause and it was as if her whole world was jarred, suddenly, horribly out of sync. Her body reacted and she locked her ankles behind him , pulling him forward, urging him on as urgent words of command for him to continue dripped from open lips. He did and they came together fully. She could feel him sheathed totally inside her, pulsing. The simple act of breathing moved him inside her causing little rhythmic shocks of pleasure to snake up her body. She felt him release a pent up breath and they settled against each other. She opened her eyes and looked up into his as he gazed down at her. She smiled, basking in the adoration she saw there. She let her hands slide up his arms, feeling them tremble slightly, over his shoulders and took hold of the back of his head and then lowered his lips to hers. They kissed deeply, lovingly.

Clark shifted to accommodate their kiss and he slowly began to withdraw from her silky, hot, wet depths. They both moaned. Their lungs laboured and they had to break their kiss in a quest for air. He could feel her taut stomach muscles shudder as he pulled back, her legs, her whole body, relaxing for him to do so. He moved until just the head of him was inside her. He reversed course and once again felt her heat engulf him. Her back arched as he filled her, her hips bucking to draw him deep. Their eyes bridged the short gap between them and it was the only thing that remained unmoving between them as their bodies found the writhing rhythm of nature. They moved in unison and in counterpoint. Nothing else in that place mattered to them. The world had narrowed to the sensation of flesh against flesh and skin against skin. Each could see the pleasure build in the others eyes, blue reflected in grey-green and grey-green reflected in blue.

He loved the way her eyes widened almost reflexively when he was fully inside her. How her body tightened and tensed around him. The soft mewls that rose from her lips on puffs of sweet breath. He could feel her heels digging into his buttocks. Her nipples were welcome points of heat whenever his chest brushed against the hard nubs. Her fingernails drew fiery paths across his shoulders when she clutched at him. Her glorious heat, her dipping wetness invited him inside. Rippling muscles massaged and caressed him and he longed to stay inside her, but nature and memory worked against him as he longed even more for the delicious friction of sliding into her. He had to draw breath through clenched teeth as the sensation build in his balls. He was getting close, but he didn't want this to end. Christ he didn't want this to end.

She could hear herself, but couldn't quite believe the sounds she was making. The only thing that was truly real to her at that moment was the feeling of Clark inside her. Her body tensed each time he entered her, but never quite relaxed as her body clutched at him, trying to hold him inside her. Yet, she longed for the pleasure the friction of his thrusts gave her. The way he ground against her clit with encouragement from her heels as she dug them into his buttocks. How could discomfort feel so good? He stretched her when he filled her completely and plumbed the depth of her unexplored core, but she missed the feeling the moment he began to withdraw. The coil in her belly tightened with each stroke and an energy unlike anything she had felt before was building inside her. She was on her way to overload. Her fingers scrabbled at his broad, muscular shoulders. His chest occasionally dragged across her hard nipples, making them prickle and perk up even more. The friction inside and out was intensely satisfying, yet, continued to allude to something more. She could see him straining. Was, he too, feeling the eminent moment of release? Was that it? Was that what she was feeling? It did seem familiar, but on a scale she couldn't fathom?

His thrusts were becoming faster, but not by any real conscious thought on his part. She matched him stroke for stroke. Their bodies had grown slick with sweat even in the cool evening air and they writhed and slid together sinuously. He could feel her belly trembling against his as he buried himself fully inside her. Superpowers seemed to mean nothing, at that moment, his arms were trembling as were his calves. He looked down at. Her head was thrown back, mouth open. The creamy, moonlit skin of her throat and face were starkly contrasted by the luxurious, wild mass of her dark hair. She glistened and almost glowed in the mixture of moon and lamplight. He withdrew once more before thrusting forward. His eye caught a twinkle and then followed a single droplet of sweat as it slid down her throat and then trickles between her breasts. He couldn't help himself. He lowered her head and lapped up the salty liquid along the valley of her heaving breasts, his lips sucking at the flesh on either side. She cried out: "Oh Dear God! Yes!" and he grunted as she suddenly clamped down around him, hard, but not quite able to stop his thrust. Her body rippled and pulsed around him, resisting him even as his last inch slid in. She felt even hotter and wetter, if that were at all possible. Her hands clutched at him and her breaths came in heavy pant, punctuated with little mewling puffs of sound. It was more than he could handle. He groaned as his own back went bow -taut and his lips left her skin as he threw back head in a silent cry as he emptied himself into her with only the thin layer of latex keeping the torrent of seed from finding its way to her womb. Such thoughts were millions of miles away from Clarks mind, actually, anything remotely resembling thought was inaccessible to him as he felt his entire self being drawn into her, draining the last of his strength. He felt his arms give way and his weight settles on her, starting with his forehead, just above her breasts.

He was thrusting faster and a little harder, and she loved it. She matched him stroke for stroke, thrusting and rolling her hips and tightening her legs to draw him in deeper. They were sweaty with exertion and it lubricated their skin as well as their juices lubricated their flesh. She threw her head back as she received him full, her mouth open to drag air into lungs that couldn't seem to hold enough. She could feel her belly trembling against the hard muscles of torso. The feeling made her skin tingle and added to the tightening of the coil inside her. She felt like some complex clockwork device that was being wound beyond it's capacity. The orgasms she had experienced before were, compared to the one, that was building inside her was what a ripple in a pond was compared to a monster wave off the North Shore of Hawaii, and that wave was fast reaching its peak, an unstoppable force of nature. She felt a trickle of sweat run down her throat and into the valley between her breasts leaving an itchy, tickling sensation in it's wake. She felt him shift, changing the angle of his thrust and then his hot tongue was running up the length of her cleavage, lapping at the sweat that had collected there while his lips sucked at the skin of her breasts on either side. It was more than she could handle. She would later use that moment to define the term sensory overload. The coil snapped. The clockwork machine broke down. The wave crested. She came. She cried out into the night: "Oh Dear God! Yes!" as her body clamped around him even as he thrust his last inch into her. White light blossom behind closed lids that promptly opened wide. The light faded and she saw stars, bright amazing stars in a clear Kansas night sky. She once read somewhere or seen a movie where they said that orgasm meant "little death" in French. She could believe it. The end of his thrust, against her strongly resisting flesh was an exquisite torture. She clutched at his back as she rippled and pulsed around him, muscles and nerves firing in autonomic disarray. Her breathing came as little pants. Unformed words from unfinishable thoughts came out as mewling puffs of sound. As, thought obliterated feeling.

Her eyes were drawn to him as his back arched, driving him even deeper inside her as he threw his head back and cried out silently to the velvety night that surrounded them.. She felt him jerk and spasm inside her. She could feel every nerve ending, vibrant and alive. She wanted to ask Clark if he felt the same, but the words would not come. He seemed frozen in place except for his pumping emptying shaft. She wondered what it would have felt like without the thin layer of latex between them. What it would feel like to have his semen splash against her channel as it burst from him. The idea made her shiver, even as the aftershocks of her orgasm made her shudder. She watched as the tension slowly drained out of him as he stopped draining into her. His weight settled onto her, starting with his forehead just above her breasts. She didn't mind his weight was very comforting. She relaxed her legs and they slid down his thighs before dropping to the rugs. There breathing finally normalized and she ran her hands through his sweaty hair. He shifted and then she felt his warm lips plant a single kiss just below her left nipple, not far from her heart. He never saw the smile that graced her lips. She felt him shrink and then he withdrew from within her. She mourned the loss, but savoured everything that had gone before.

He felt her breathing return to normal and he could hear the steady thump of her heart. He felt her legs relax and slide off his butt, down his thighs and finally off his legs. He realized he was resting his full weight upon her and feared he might be too heavy, but he was loathe to move. It was the first true moment of peace he could remember experiencing and he savoured the events that had led to it, but he could feel the sweat drying between them and the night air was not exactly warm. He felt her fingers burrow through his sweat-tangled hair and his resolve to move was sorely tested, but in the end nature took its course. He felt himself begin to shrink and knew he had to remove himself before the condom came off and its purpose circumvented, so he withdrew. He kissed her just blow her left nipple, near where he could feel and hear her heart beating. He slid out of her, already missing her heat.He removed the condom and after a moments hesitation he tossed it off to one side, marking its location. He had to rmember to get it later and dispose of it properly.

He worked one arm under hers and with her assistance behind her shoulders. He shifted his legs and then rolled to the side, taking her with him, gathering her into he crook of his shoulder. She snuggled against his side, throwing one leg over his thigh so that it rested between his, wrapped her arm around his torso and rested her head on his shoulder. His arm hugged her to him and his hand came to rest on her hip. With, his free hand he reached out and gathered some of the top rug and drew it around them. She snuggled even closer to him, her hair a soft pillow on his chest. Surprisingly he felt his penis twitch, but ignored it as he inhaled her mixed scent of vanilla, sweat and sex. He kissed the top of her head, finding the hair sweat-damp. She sighed, a sound just barely audible above the night sounds of the little valley. "You okay?" he asked softly, his fingers lightly testing the skin along the smooth curve of her hip. He felt her cheek move against his chest and hoped it was a smile. "Yes, very much so, Clark. That was... was... amazing." She told him lazily planting a light kiss on his chest. "God it really was. I... I didn't hurt you did I?" he asked hesitantly. No, not really." she replied and felt him tense. "God, how can I not love him." she thought. "Clark, it didn't hurt, but it was a little uncomfortable at time. I was being honest, but it was uncomfortable in the best possible way. I mean that, Clark. I wouldn't want it any other way. Understand?" she told him and queried. She felt him relax in answer and she felt his lips on the top of her head. She smiled and they slipped into a companionable silence. She felt her lids grow heavy. His fears laid to rest, Clark felt himself feeling increasingly drowsier. He could feel Lana's breathing start to slow and her hold on him become more relaxed. He whispered: "I love you Lana Lang." it was the last thing she heard as she drifted off to sleep. He followed her shortly after.

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