Ruby Recollections

TITLE: Ruby Recollections AUTHOR: Midknight CHAPTER: 2 of ? FANDOM: Smallville SHIP: Clark / Lois RATING: NC-17 CATEGORY: Erotica SPOILERS: A couple, Season Three and Six UNIVERSE: A companion piece to "Lip Service". Try to read that before you read this. DISCLAIMER: I do not own Smallville. 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. FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - midknight_tales@yahoo.com CHAPTER TWO He broke their kiss and she yelped in surprise when he somehow suddenly managed to get to his feet and sweep her up into his arms in one swift motion. It felt impossibly fast, but her senses were still a little unstable and she didn't pay it too much mind as she wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder while he kicked his sweats, which were still tangled around one of his ankles, off and carried her to his room. "The bed as requested." He told her and laid her gently down on his bed. He ran his hands down her legs from her ankles and then with slow concentration unhooked, unzipped and, with her lifting her butt slightly, divested her of her skirt, which had remained bunched up around her waist. Lois thought she would be a bit more conscious of her nudity now that her enflaming, driving need had been sated, but she felt quite comfortable. In fact, she liked the way his eyes kept sweeping over her body and she deliberately spread her legs, feeling sexy and just a little slutty knowing that he could see her swollen sex and the combination of their juices as she felt them leak out of her. She was also surprised at how little Clark seemed to notice his own nakedness, even as she noticed that his cock was once again hard as he slid onto the bed next to her and she also realized her need might not be as sated as she had first thought. Clark luxuriated in the feel of her lips on his and their twining, probing tongues, as well as the smooth warm, feel of her body beneath his and he felt himself rousing once again. He would have liked nothing more then to flip Lois onto her belly, pull her up onto her hands and knees and take her again, but she was right, the stairs were a little hard and uncomfortable. He was still a little surprised by his open and intense desire for her and that it wasn't just a simple need for physical gratification either. "Have I really been repressing my feeling for Lois that much?" he asked himself. He broke their kiss and rose, sweeping her into his arms. He was so preoccupied he barely remembered to regulate his speed, but she didn't seem to notice as she hooked her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder. Her soft, long hair tickled his skin in as he shifted slightly to secure his hold on her and kick away his sweats, which were still around one of his ankles. He carried her to his room and gently deposited her on his bed. He slid his hand down her legs enjoying their silky smoothness and then forced himself to concentrate and keep his eagerness in check to unhook, unzip and remove her skirt with out damaging it as he had her blouse and panties. He dropped her skirt to the floor and let his gaze sweep over her naked form, feeling his cock twitch against his stomach as he noticed their combined juices trickling out of her, adding to the glistening wetness on the inside of her thighs. She was truly a beautiful woman as she lay before him exposed and unembarrassed and his hands itched to trace and explore her smooth contours and curves. He slid onto the bed next to her, lying on his side, his elbow resting on the pillow and his head propped on his head to look down at her. He let his free hand rest lightly on the taut, toned ridges of her stomach, feeling them rise and press against him in a warm, smooth caress as she breathed. He wanted her, wanted to be inside her, but the simple touch seemed to be enough to give him a modicum of restraint and control. Lois let her eyelids droop, her vision becoming blurry through her eyelashes and less of a distraction from the simple touch of his hand on her stomach. She could feel her desire and arousal slowly rekindle with his nearness. His scent tantalized her nose, a delightful mixture of sex, sweat, soap and somehow, hay. Clark studied her intently; as if it were the first time he was seeing her. In some ways it was. He was looking at her as a woman and a source of infinite possibilities, not just a friend or Chloe's cousin. He let his fingers slid slowly up along her skin and then lightly cupped her breast. He felt and saw her breath hitch slightly as he caressed her firm globe, which fit into his hand perfectly as if they had been made for each other. His fingers left an echo of sensation on her skin as they trailed their way up to her breast. The way he was looking at her sent a shiver down her spine. It was both tender and predatory at the same time. She shifted slightly, pressing her breast into his gently caressing hand. She lifted her hand and ran the back of her fingers down his chest and onto the hard, flat ridges of his torso before lightly wrapping her fist around his hot, hard shaft. His smooth skin pulsed against her fingers and palm as she slowly explored his length, cataloguing little details her haste and need had skipped earlier. They caressed and explored each other with slow deliberate care, each secretly fighting to keep in check their desire for more. She rolled onto her side, facing him as his hand drifted over her back and buttocks as hers did the same to him. His skin was really smooth for a man, hairless and unscarred. His muscles were hard and well defined. She was amazed that she had not really noticed how well built he was. "Is this just going to be about sex, Lois?" Clark asked, as simply touching her was rapidly becoming not enough. "And, if you make a joke about it being about great sex, I swear I'll throw your bare ass right out of here." He qualified. "You thought the sex was great?" she asked, stepping around the core of his question as she tried to formulate an answer. "Yes, both times, but stop trying to change the subject." He replied. "I wasn't. The question was about sex, wasn't it?" She countered. "Lois?" he spoke her name with frustrated warning and she flashed him a smile. "If we're gonna date, you're going to have to curb that impatience of yours, Smallville." She informed him. "Date?" he questioned. "That's what I said. I'm sure you're familiar with the concept. We'll go places, do things... See if we still like each other after we get to know one another better. That kind of thing." She explained condescendingly. "And, you'll have to work on that sarcastic, smart ass wit of yours." He quipped. "Fair enough. So, we're agreed, it's not just about the great sex, but that doesn't mean we won't be having more of the great sex, does it?" she enquired with a leering, suggestive grin. "Oh hell no it doesn't!" he replied enthusiastically returning her grin. "Why, Clark... I don't think I've ever heard you swear before." She noted. "It happened when I get excited." He admitted. "And, you're very excited, aren't you?" she told him, her voice a sensual purr as she once again wrapped her warm hand around his thick shaft and squeezing it slightly. Clark groaned softly and pushed into her hand. "Lay back." She urged, using her grip on his dick to steer him onto his back. She shifted onto her knees at an angle next to him and started to stroke him slowly, leaning forward, her face mere inches from his manhood, enjoying the feel of his velvety soft skin wrapped around a warm, throbbing, adamantine core. It was still just a little unnerving to Lois how easily she could give into her newly discovered wantonness and how free it made her feel. Also, the more she thought about it, the idea of dating Clark didn't feel as strange or terrifying as it should. He had seen a side of her she hadn't even known existed and had not only accepted it, but had matched it with a passion she would never have guessed lurked inside the unassuming farm boy. "Hmmmmm. That particular term won't work any more. He definitely is not a boy. He's a man... maybe even a super man? Okay, that might be going a bit too far, Lane, but definitely a man of steel." She thought to herself as she fondled and studied his shaft with rapt, eager attention, feeling him thrust slightly into her grip. His hand was warm pressure on her skin as he ran it lightly over her back, buttocks and the back and inside of her thighs, straying close, but never quite touching her sex in a looped, teasing circuit. Clark couldn't get enough of the smooth, warm feel of her skin even as he forced himself to wait in anticipation, keeping his hand away from winding into her hair and lowering her head as her hand skimmed his length with her mouth just inches from his dickhead, her breath hot on is sensitive skin. He liked this sexy, sultry side to Lois and her acceptance of his enthusiastic reciprocation. With, his secret, dating anyone was a daunting prospect and with Lois it was down right frightening, but he owed it to her, owed it to himself to see where this attraction of theirs would lead. He knew it wasn't going to be easy and the potential for disaster and failure were. Lois was not an easy or simple woman, but that was part of the attraction he realized. She had always kind of intrigued him; she just had so many facets. He couldn't quite suppress the jerk of his hips as his ass clenched and he let out a hissed breath as her tongue snaked over his dickhead before her lips descended around it. He felt bigger than in her memories as her lips stretched around him as she worked them down his length. She could still taste herself on him as she sucked in as much of his throbbing shaft as she could comfortably handle into her mouth, laving it with her swirling tongue as she went. He bucked slightly, but she was able to accommodate him as she began to bob her head up and down on his smooth hard member, her hand dealing with the length she could not fit in her mouth. Her rhythm was momentarily interrupted when he tugged at her hips, pulling him closer to him, but she found it again with a soft moan as his thick, yet nimble fingers found her sex. She kept her pace slow, exploring his shaft with her hand, lips and tongue. His moans and groans, sharp inhalations and hissed exhalations of appreciation were music to her ears, almost as delightful as his fingers sliding in and out of her making her snatch clench at them as she flooded with hot sex grease. Clark's memories of Lois' oral skills didn't quite match up with the reality. The reality was simply leaps and bounds better, so he felt a great sense of disappointment when she dragged her lips off him and lifted her head. She flashed him a broad grin and licked her lips. "Enough with the appetizer, I'm ready for the main course. I guess we'll just have to figure something out for the dessert in this metaphor." She told him as she moved away from his hands, his fingers slipping out of her and threw her leg over him to straddle his hips above his throbbing, twitching, saliva slicked erection. He couldn't resist and brought his fingers to his lips, inhaling her sweet scent before he caught her eyes and made sure she could see the relish he took in sucking her cream off them. He grasped her thighs and pulled himself up into a sitting position before transferring his grip to her waist. He captured her lips and their tongues vibrated against each other as they both groaned with the sensation of her positioning him and then slowly sliding down his length. She lifted her lips from his, but not so far that his breath didn't still heat them. His eyes held hers and she could see his desire in them until she let her eyelids flutter closed, her tongue dragging across the top of her full lower lips before she pinned it behind her teeth as she luxuriated in the feel of him filling and stretching her. Clark had to concentrate on controlling his grip on her waist, lest he leave bruises as a drawn out surge of pleasure snaked up his spine from the delicious friction of her tight flesh reluctantly parting and surrounding his shaft with pressure and moist heat as she settled on his lap and he undulated up against her as she squirmed and ground down on him as she adjusted to his intrusion. Clark licked, sucked and nipped at her neck and throat, leaving warm oval blooms of heat and pressure that left tingling echoes on her skin. Lois began to rock her hips, rolling them in slow, tight circles, stirring her molten core with the steely smoothness of his thick cock, her clit sparking with delight as she ground against him. "Damn, you're sexy." He whispered into the shell of her ear before lightly nipping at the lobe. She dragged her fingers through his hair and clutched his head to her, pressing his lips back to her skin. She arched her back and guided his head and wet lips and swirling tongue lower to find her breasts and then her left nipple. He suckled at it, sending charges of sweet sensation radiating into her chest to add its energy to the roiling mass that was already starting to make her belly quiver as her climax built. Using her grip on his shoulders and neck along with her flexing thighs she began to ride him, pulling herself up along his length and then dropping down. She meant to keep her pace even and slow, draw out the sweet build up of her release, but as he thrust up into her, she couldn't stop from increasing her pace. His hands at her waist pulled her down onto him with authoritive force, the impact of their collision jarring and sending shockwaves into her, carrying sharp stabs of pleasure with them. The wet slapping noise of flesh against flesh and her panting breath filled Clark's ears as he feasted at her breasts, alternating between her nipples and exploring her tit flesh with his lips and tongue. Her sex was a velvet covered fist sliding up and down his cock, flexing and twisting as if testing the solidity of his erection. He loved the friction of her tight flesh dragging up his length, but was always impatient and eager to return to its slick, hot embrace causing him to pull her down and thrust up into her. He breathed heavily through his nose, inhaling the scent of her skin and the perfume of sex that surrounded them as her taut belly slid against his with the feel of silk and his balls started to churn. He felt her lips on his shoulder and then her teeth testing his skin for a quick moment before her groans became little cries as she rode him harder and faster. He lifted his head from her breasts, gulping in air as she bounced up and down on him with unbridles passion and he strained to keep pace without hurting her. "That feels so good... You feel so good. Oh Christ... Fuck me!" he exclaimed as she changed her angle slightly and circled her hips a little wider. "Trust... Me... I'm... Trying!" she said between panted cries and laughed wildly. He laughter turned into a stuttered scream and her sex locked a round him in orgasm. She felt the tension of her impending climax growing, quicker than she liked and already way beyond her ability to control, leaving her torn between her desperate desire for release and her need to prolong the delicious build-up that would lead to it. Nature solved her dilemma with brutal efficiency as her body, pushed beyond its limits to contain the energies of her impending climax, surrendered to it. The force of its release drew a stuttered scream from her wide-open mouth as her head snapped back and her muscles tensed, arching her back into a taut bow. Her sex locked around his solid, unyielding shaft with a hard, twisting clench even as she felt herself flood with another heavy wave of moisture. Sensation zipped and crackled across her nerves, making her body shudder and tremble and sparks dance before her eyes although they were open. Her skin felt like she was on fire and her blood pounded in her ears. Her scream had petered out and she panted heavily before she let out another sharp cry as he thrust up into her climax-clenched sex. Clark clenched his teeth, feeling them grind across each other as the pressure of her sex around him increased with her climax, his own release was close, but the sight of her in the throws of hers was an amazing distraction, but not enough to avert the inevitable. He shifted his hands to her ass, finding the firm cheeks tightly clenched and using his new grip thrust up into her. Her flesh resisted him for the barest of moment and then she cried out again as he somehow managed to get even more of himself inside her. Her sex tensed and relaxed around him in sharp, shocked pulses and he heard her whimper before he grunted and his cock swelled against her tight grip to pump his seed into her. His hands clenched on her ass and her was sure he was leaving more bruises on her porcelain skin. His ass and the small of his back clenched with each surge of semen he expelled into her. His cry of release remained locked behind his clenched teeth as his body tensed in unison with hers. When he got control of his body back he let his hands slide up her back to wind his fingers in her wealth of curls and pulled her lips to his. The kiss they shared was short, but intense as they were both still having a hard time catching their breaths. Clark collapsed back, drained and sated, pulling her with him, feeling her legs stretch out on either side of him and her weight setting onto him as she lay her head on his shoulder and lay draped limply over him. She groaned, her lips vibrating against his skin as he shrunk, but didn't quite slip out of her and he stroked her hair and back lightly. Lois was completely drained, deliciously comfortable and relaxed and the most sexually sated she had ever been before. She felt complete at peace with herself and the world, her mind still and calm in a way she had never really felt before and she allowed herself the luxury to simply live in that moment. His heartbeat and rising and falling chest was a steady, seductive lullaby under her ear, calling her to slumber as he dragged the covers over them before wrapping his arms around her and cuddling her to him. "Hmmmm... that's the dessert." She murmured drowsily. Clark was simply enjoying the feel of Lois on top of him, allowing himself to forget the consequences and future complications and he didn't make the connection. "Dessert?" he queried. "Yes... dessert." She replied fuzzily, to close to the brink of sleep to explain any further. "Okay." He relented and the last thing she felt before she fell asleep, with a soft smile on her lips, was the soft touch of his lips on her hair. TO BE CONTINUED