Less-than-a-maid Marion

TITLE: Less-than-a-Maid Marion AUTHOR: Midknight CHAPTER: 2 of 2 FANDOM: Smallville SHIP: Lois / Oliver RATING: NC-17 CATEGORY: Erotica SPOILERS: A couple, Season Six SYNOPSIS: A different ending for the costumed Lois and Oliver in Season Six, Episode Three, Wither. DISCLAIMER: None of these characters belong to me. They belong to Warner Bros and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means. AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies. FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - midknight_tales@yahoo.com Her world goes a little blurry and her senses reel when he lowers his lips directly onto her most intimate flesh for the first time. Her back arched and she threw her head back hard into the back of the sofa; as electric pleasure coursed through her as if she had stuck her finger into a live wall socket when his masterful tongue drags its way through her swollen labia before talented lips find and begin to suck at the exposed, sensitive bundle of nerves that is her clit. His hands find hers and she grips them tightly as his expert, dexterous tongue and sucking lips lashes her body with waves of pleasure and ecstasy. He had placed her legs over his shoulders and her heels drum against his back. Her insides contract in rippling waves expelling her hot, thick juices onto his hungrily waiting lips. His lips and tongue and even his teeth explore her most intimate flesh with skill and technique making hungry, slurping noises of enjoyment. Her brain is too busy trying to process the sensations running through her body to form words and instead she is only able to utter rough sounds to articulate her appreciation and satisfaction. As, he repeats himself over and over again at slightly varying speeds until he finds the pace that draws the most reactions from her. The tight ball of energy that is her orgasm has build exponentially and her fingers clutch at his as it exceeds her ability to confine it and rips through her arched body in a wave a blazing hot pleasure. Her eyes are wide open and sightless. Her mouth is open with a silent cry and her chest shudders as she pants desperately trying to find air. Her channel clenches against itself, locking. Her thighs are pressed hard against his ears and cheeks. Her body relaxes for a fraction of moment and then tenses again as it rides the waves of her climax. She drifts in a haze of satiation as the waves start to lose their intensity and frequency, her body spending more time relaxed than tensed. She starts becoming aware of the world again when he frees his hands from hers, transferring her grip to the seat pillows of the sofa and using then to pry her thighs free of his face. It takes a moment for her brain to comprehend, but she finally is able to will her thighs to relax and free him. She watches him stretch his jaw from under heavy, lowered lids. She can see her cream, wet and glistening on his lips and cheeks. He flashes her an impish grin. "Sorry." She apologizes worrying her lower lip with her teeth, more than a little embarrassed at her loss of control. He shakes his head. "Getting your head crushed between a sexy, beautiful woman's creamy, smooth thighs as she climaxes? Not a bad way to go." He informs her. "I guess it wouldn't be." She tells him a bit coyly and reaches forward and runs her thumb across his lips collecting her juices. She watches him lick his lips and the desire flare in his eyes as she licks her own juices off her thumb with a great show of relish. "Miss Lane, you are definitely full of surprises." He tells her. "Why don't you come up here and find out just how full?" she asks him playfully, holding her arms out to him. "Yes, Ma'm." he replied with a jaunty salute. He slid up her body into her arms and between her legs. He spends some time on her breasts before his lips find hers. She wraps her arms around him while they kiss and they shift until she can draw her legs up onto the sofa and she is lying across it with him between them. She feels him pressing against her slit and reaches between them as he supports himself on his elbows. She guides him and then lets out a long, low groan; her back arching as he slowly slides into her. The tight walls of her sex resist him, but her wetness allows his shaft to stretch and fill her. The dragging friction is a slow continuous surge of pleasure that claws its way into her belly and up along her spine. His lips are hot and wet at the juncture of her neck and shoulder. His hard chest presses down on her, flattening her breasts and rubbing her nipples back and forth as he slowly thrusts in and out of her. She draws her knees up and then wraps her legs around him. She rubs the back of her heel along the back of his thighs as she tightens himself around her in time with his pumping hips. Her hand finds the back of his neck and guides his lips while the other snakes down his back and cups his ass cheek. His hard shaft strokes her entire channel as he slowly picks up the pace. Her hips roll up to meet his and they grind together each time their pelvises meet. Her teeth press so hard into her lower lip, she is surprised she isn't drawing blood and her nostrils flare drawing in air and the aroma of sex that wraps itself around them. She releases her lips when his seeks hers out again. He sucks and laps lightly at her lower lips, soothing the pain her teeth had caused before his lips slide across hers and his tongue dips into her mouth. They're bucking in unison and their lips part with the need to draw in air to fuel their bodies search for release. Tongues, lips and teeth find flesh when they can. He murmurs her name and she gasps his as their colliding bodies make wet noises of passion. Her orgasm is a living thing, trying to claw itself out of her with ever growing fury. "Roll... Hmmmm... C'mon... Roll!" she hisses between clenched teeth, bucking her hips sideways and rolling her shoulders. It's a difficult maneuver to pull off on the limited space of the sofa and they are a tangle of sweaty limbs, but eventually their positions are reversed and she is straddling him. They take a moment to catch their collective breath with her just slightly bobbing on his hard shaft, unable to quite keep herself motionless. She smiles down at him and he tilts his head to the side and smiles back. She finds his dimples incredibly cute. "Do you always get what you want?" he asks and then grunts as she bears down on him a little harder. "If I really want something, yes." She answers as she starts to ride him, raising her self on her knees and rocking her hips. He chuckles. "I bet you do." He comments and reaches up to cup her slightly swaying breasts. He fondles her as she rides him. She lets her head fall back and it lolls from side to side. Her luxurious mass of hair, brushes and tickles her back, stray strands cling to her sweaty skin. She clutches at his hands, squeezing them around her breasts enjoying the hot, pressure as she moves faster. They find a steady rhythm. She drags his hands from her breasts and their fingers lace together, gripping each other's hands, giving her support as well as something to brace against. His back arches and his hips buck up to meet her grinding pubic bone. She watches his tongue peek out to lick his swollen lower lip. The living, squirming thing at the base of her belly is growing more and more agitated as it feeds on the pleasure of his hard, thick shaft pounding into her tight, moist pussy. She can feel herself start to loose control, her thrusts are faster and harder, but her rhythm is starting to falter. Her senses are skating along the knife-edge of overload and the beast of her orgasm is quickly reaching the point where she can no longer contain it. Her muscles are shuddering, her body shivering as she pounds down and he thrusts up, back arched, his ass lifting off the sofa cushions. She sees his eyes go wide, just before hers flutter closed. She feels him expand inside her as her snatched lock a vice-like grip around his cock. They both cry out their release. Her sex ripples around him as she feels him swell and deflate, swell and deflate, swell and deflate as he pumps he pumps thick ropes of semen into her. The beast in her belly escapes and wreaks havoc on her nerves as it floods them with intense surges of undiluted pleasure. Her spine is a hard, near-painfully curved bow. Her knuckles go white with the intensity of the grip she has on his hands. She shudders around him, her sex milking and pressing against the steel bar of his shaft making her insides tingle and flood with more thick, hot, slippery cream. She drags in air through her open mouth and flared nostrils, but it is as if her body has forgotten how to process it and her lungs burn with need no matter how much she fills them. Her skin is alive, prickling and tingling, a strange mixture of roving hot and cold. Her world is a whirlwind of sensation and she gives herself over to it completely. Minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, she doesn't know, but reality slowly starts to re-impose its will on her in the form of her name, being called over and over again. Her body softens in jolting waves, not prepared to relinquish the delicious tension all in one go. She opens her eyes when she feels his hands flexing against hers and she releases her grip. His arms wrap around her and she realizes he is still softly calling her name, finally bringing her back to the real world. She lets him guide her and they end up laying on their sides, facing each other, her back to the sofa. His semi-limp dick nestles against the inside of her thigh along with the mixed juices of their passion. He twists a stray curl of her hair around his finger and then tucks it behind her ear and out of her face. She smiles at him, little phantom echoes of her orgasm still chase each other around through her nervous system. He smiles back. She shivers as the sweat on her body starts to cool and he rubs her arm trying to warm her. "Miss Lane, you really do look good all sweaty, flushed and tussled and... I really wouldn't mind staying here all night, but I think... I saw a bed, just through that door, over there. I think it might just be warmer and quite a bit more comfortable than this sofa." Oliver informs her. "Why? Mister Queen are you saying you'd like to sleep with me?" she asks playfully, her voice dripping with amusement. His brows furrow as he contemplates her question. "Eventually, Miss Lane... Eventually." He answers with a grin and she lets out a throaty laugh. He gets up and she watches him stretch his hard, lean body before he extends his hand to her, his lips form a crooked smile and he flicks his head slowly in the direction of her bedroom. After a moment she reaches out and accepts his offer. THE END