Days of Bliss

TITLE: Days of Bliss AUTHOR: Midknight CHAPTER: 3 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, Night The true darkness of night settled around them as they dozed. Clark had never been more relaxed or contented in his life as he opened his eyes and let the world slowly come into focus. Lana shifted in his arms, snuggling closer to him. Her skin felt like warm, silk against his and the sensation caused a cascade of images of their earlier coupling to run through his mind. He wondered if he'd ever stop smiling and he felt his cock stir against his thigh. Lana woke when she felt Clark's breathing change under her cheek, but did not open her eyes. The moment was just too perfect. She had done it. They had done it and had been more than she had ever imagined. She could still feel the echoes of him inside her, as well as the touch of his hands and his lips on her skin. She decided she liked sex and although she didn't have any form of reference, she had the sneaking suspicion it might have something to do with Clark. He became aware that her breathing had changed and assumed she had woken, but like him wasn't quite prepared to ruin the moment they were sharing. He lowered his head to the side and lightly kissed the top of her head where it rested on his chest. He felt her cheek shift and as he watched she shifted her head and opened her clear, sparkling eyes to look up at him. "Hey there." He greeted her quietly; lightly brushing errant locks of hair that were still lying across her face. She moved herself up along his body so that her head rested in the crook of his neck and shoulder and draped more of herself over him. "There should be so much to talk about, but I don't seem to need to say anything right now." She whispered into his ear. "Then, don't say anything." He told her with a smile. He felt her lips smile against the skin of his neck. "There isn't anything I want to say, right now, but there is something I'd like to do." She continued. "Oh and what would that be?" he asked. "Well, why don't I just show you." she replies mysteriously. Lana feels a little naughty and sexy as she runs her hand down his body feeling the hard, broad, flat slope of his chest and the defined valleys and ridges of his six pack and then lower. She wraps her hand around his shaft and slowly strokes his length. It still amazes her that it had all fit inside her and how absolutely wonderful it had felt and how much she wanted to feel it again. She feels him grow in her hand and her eyes widen for a moment, realizing just how much of him there was. She feels him draw in a sharp breath as she caresses him, his chest rising against her cheek. She turns her head and kisses and sucks at the skin of his chest and she tastes salt from the dried sweat of their earlier exertions. She feels his large hands slide down her back, lightly massaging her muscles as they go. He feels her hand slide down his chest and over her stomach and then draws in a sharp breath a she wraps her hand around his hardening cock and slowly begins to stroke it's length. He then feels her lips, warm and wet against the skin of his chest and stifles a groan by pinning his lower lip behind his teeth. He lets his hands run down the smooth expanse of her back, testing and massaging her muscles until he find the upslope of her buttocks. He cups a firm globe in each of his hands and tenses and relaxes his fingers. Lana presses her ass into Clark's fondling hands as she continues to stroke his length. She luxuriates in its mixture of velvety smoothness and steely firmness and she explores every inch of it. Hr own body is reacting to her actions and his, growing moist and clenching slightly. Again flashes of their coupling and the sensations of it flash through her mind. She is loath to take her eyes off her handiwork, but casts them around until she spots her jeans. Luckily they are within reach of her free hand. She feels his hands pause in their kneading of her buttock as she drags the garment to her. She looks up to see him frowning, but makes no attempt to explain as she digs in the pocket. "Yes!" she exclaims triumphantly and smiling, holds up the square foil package of a condom she had been rummaging for. Her hand is heated heaven as it skims along his length. Each stroke drives bolts of pleasure from his groin into his spine and through his nervous system, which make great counterpoints to the sensation flowing through his fingers as he fondles the smooth, firm globes of her ass. He loves the look of rapt curiosity and concentration in her sparkling eyes as she watches herself explore his manhood. So, he is a little confused when she suddenly starts looking around, and then reaches for her jeans, but her hand doesn't stop its pleasurable journey up and down his shaft. His own hands pause on her sweet ass as his confusion continues to mount as she rummages first in one and then another pocket. His confusion isn't completely abated, but his anxiety is as she makes a triumphant exclamation and holds up a familiar foil package with a smile. "Ohhhh." He says with a smile. "Again? Really?" he asks playfully. He can see her blush, even in the low lighting. She flashes him a million watt smile and nods enthusiastically. Her hair is a feather light touch against his skin as it sweeps across his chest with her movement. He nods back as enthusiastically and after a few moments they are both laugh. He moves onto his side and she moves her lips to his. They kiss, lightly at first, but soon he deepens the kiss moving to roll her onto her back, but her hand on his chest stops him as she breaks the kiss. He playfully asks her if what she wants is to do it again. She feels her face heat and thinks herself to be silly to be blushing, but she enthusiastically nods that it is what she wants. He nods as enthusiastically as she does and the situation seems so stupid that they both laugh. He shifts onto his side and she finds his lips. They kiss softly at first, but when he kisses harder she returns the intensity. His body presses against her, starting to push her to her back, but she stops him with a hand on his chest. That's not what she wants. She ignores the return of his frown as she firmly pushes him backward onto his back. Using, her teeth, she rips open the little foil package and extricates its protective contents. She strokes his cock once more and then again before she unrolls the latex sheath onto his twitching member. She throws her leg over him, so that she is straddling his torso on her knees. She watches desire and understanding replace the confusion on Clark's face and his hands slide up her thighs and he grips her hips, giving her some support as she reaches back between them, grasps the base of his penis, rises and shifts back in one languid motion. He frowns at her stalling hand, but then watches as she tears open the condom and after stroking his cock, unrolls the protective latex sheath onto his shaft. When she throws her leg over his torso, Clark realizes her intent and the idea flares his desire for her and he lets his hands slide up her smooth thigh, to grip her hips t o give her some support. Any doubt about her intent vanishes as she rises up and reaches back between them, grasping the base of his dick as she shifts back. He can feel her heat as she holds him steady and guides the head of his cock between the full, swollen lips of her sex. He has to stop his hands from clenching too hard on her hips as she slowly lowers herself, with a slight back and forward rocking motion, onto his shaft. Her heat, moisture and pressure surround him with inch by slow inch of pleasurable friction. Clark doesn't want to close his eyes as she is a vision of note, her own eyes are closed, her full lower lip is trapped behind her teeth, her head sways from side to side, her wealth of dark hair tumbles and sways with the motion of her head, her skin is lit by the soft yellow glow of the lanterns and moonlight. He feels his own teeth digging into his lower lip as his head arches back and he is watching her from under lowered lids. He bridles his bucking hips with effort as she finally impales herself fully on him and opens his mouth to release the breath he hadn't realize he was holding. She doesn't think she will ever get used to the feel of being penetrated, that incredible sensation of being opened, stretched and filled. She hopes she never does as she sinks down onto his hard shaft. Her sex, though wet and willing, resists his intrusion and she rocks her hips gently back and forward to continue her downward journey. She closes her eyes to better enjoy the pleasurable friction of his sex filling hers. She leans her head back and traps her lower lip behind her teeth as her enjoyment increases the closer she gets to seating him fully inside her self. She feels his hands flinch at her hips and then relax. Her head sways from side to side her hair tickles the skin of her face, neck, back and shoulders as it follows the movement. She feels his hips buck slightly and then subside when their pubic bones meet. There is another slight shift and she hears him expel a heavy breath. Lana luxuriates in the feeling of fullness, of the throbbing hardness that pulses in the snug embrace of her newly deflowered sex. Earlier memories flood her mind and she finds herself cataloguing the similarities and differences as she slowly rocks on his hard shaft. The act of breathing shifts him inside her sending trickles of pleasure up her body as her clit grinds into his pubic bone. She opens her eyes to look down at Clark as his strong hands caress her hip, lower back and the upper curve of her buttocks. She can feel the tension in his fingers and she is touched by the effort he is putting into letting her control and experience their union. She knows he wants to do more. Her own ability to remain still is being sorely tested. She loves the way Clark is looking up at her with a mixture of tenderness and desire. She is not quite sure why she is resisting the urge to move, beyond how good it feels, she knows, now from experience, that moving will be even better, yet she is reluctant. Animal nature finally wins out over the philosophical mind as she rises up on her knees, dragging her clutching sex up along his length allowing the pleasurable friction to charge her nerves and set her body on fire. Bracing her hands on his chest she lowered and lifted herself along his length. She repeats the process until she finds a rhythm and after a few strokes she feels Clark match her movements in counterpoint. She is surprised at how similar it is to riding a horse, just oh so much more satisfying. He studies her reactions as she remains still with his shaft held in the tight, hot, wet embrace of her silken sex. He can feel her grinding against him. He can see her processing the experience and as much as he wants to feel the pleasurable friction of her sex moving on his, he stills the reflexive thrust of his hips. He would not, for all the world, ruin this moment for her. They stay there, poised. He runs his hands lightly over her hips, the small of her back and the curve of her buttocks enjoying the sumptuous smoothness of her skin. She opens her eyes and their eyes meet. He can't help but smile at the look of love and desire in her eyes and then she moves. He grits his teeth as the sensation of her tight sex dragging it's clinging way up his length floods his nervous system with pleasure. Her fingernails dig into the muscles of his chest as she braces herself and starts to ride him. His own hips soon follow suit and they find a rocking, rolling rhythm. The look of concentration and joy on her face, reminds him of something that he can't quite put his finger on and both thought and memory are being interrupted by the sensation of Lana's sweet snatch dragging up and down his length. It hits him as he continues to watch her. That look and where he had seen it before. He had gone to one of her equestrian meets and he had seen a very similar expression on her face while she was doing dressage and show jumping. There was a purity to it he found absolutely amazing. If asked he could not explain what he did next, except to use the old clichŽ that it seemed like a good idea at the time. Maybe it was some hidden or repressed fantasy, he didn't know, but he reached for her cowboy hat and with a little effort he placed it on her head. There was a look of surprise on her face for a moment and then her smile returned, a little crooked, a little mischievous and with a glint to her eye that hadn't been there before. She took one hand off his chest and tipped the hat slightly to him. He frowned and then gasped and grunted as she started to ride him faster and harder. Lana found herself concentrating on her movements, the way they made her feel, his reactions to them. She experimented with different things while trying to maintain their rhythm. The feel of his member filling her was great, yet the sparking surges of pleasure as she ground her clit into his pubes was heaven. She could feel herself getting wetter and the tingly sensation of her building orgasm growing in her belly. He surprised her when he reached out, grabbed her cowboy hat and placed it on her head. She saw his desire flare in his eyes. She liked the lustful look on Clark; it was so unlike the everyday farm boy she had known since childhood. She connected her earlier thought that what she was doing was a lot like riding a horse and him placing the hat on her head and suddenly it didn't seem so strange. And, Clark did seem to like it. She had this sense of freedom and power that was unfamiliar to her, but was very exciting. He had surprised her and now she wanted to surprise him. She raised her hand to the brim of her hat and tipped it to him in acknowledgement and was rewarded with his frown before she started riding him faster and harder making him gasp and grunt. As, much as her increase in pace had been to surprise Clark, it was also done to satisfy her growing need for completion. The tingling had become a buzzing, electric tightening in her core that tiptoed along the tightrope between pleasure and discomfort. Her muscles were starting to misfire, starting with those that clenched and rippled around the hard throbbing shaft of his member and radiated outwards to her trembling thighs and calves, tensing stomach and arching back. She could hear wild, animalistic noises above the wet slap of her body crashing into his and was astonished to realize they were coming from her own mouth. Trickles of sweat made tickling patterns down her back and down her chest. She could feel her movements growing erratic and then strong hands were guiding the movements of her hips. She felt him arch up under her burying himself deep inside her and grinding up into the sensitive little pearl of her exposed clit. She ground back and then her sex seized around him and the firestorm of her climax ripped through her body making her cry her wordless release out into the darkness. Clark tried gritting his teeth, trying to control his reaction to her increased pace and added vigor, but failed as gasps and grunts escaped his lips as his hips and legs unconsciously worked to match her. Wild, inarticulate, but sensuous sounds tumbled from her lips to join the symphony of his own grunts and groans over the wet slap of their colliding bodies. His balls were starting to boil and tighten and despite having cum earlier he was quickly finding himself at the point of no return. Even under the dim light of the moon and the lanterns he could see her skin was flushed and glistening with sweat. He felt her movements becoming as erratic as her breathing and took a firm hold of her hips to give her support and guidance to help her find her release, which he believed was close. He could feel her body trembling and when she next crashed down on him he thrust up hard and rolled his hips, grinding up into her clit with rolling hips as she ground it down into him. Her body tensed, her sex squeezing his entire length with unrelenting pressure for an intense moment until it softened and rippled around him as she came screaming her release out into the still evening darkness. He felt a flood of hot liquid around his latex covered penis, her sex a rippling, milking massage and his back tightened as his seed flooded out of him in heavy draining spurts accompanied short, sharp grunts. There were stationary stars and ones that seemed to swim in his vision while he looked up at the night sky as the bow of his back slowly soften and he dropped back down to the ground. He could feel her sex clutch and release his shaft at erratic intervals and with diminishing strength. He felt her palms press against his chest and then slowly slide forward. He had the presence of mind to shift his hands from her hips to her ribcage and guide her collapse onto his chest. He heard her moan as their bodies shifted and then she settled on his chest. He lifted her hat off its precarious perch on her head and put it aside. Lana felt her orgasm subsiding and taking with it the last of her strength and she was grateful for his supporting hands as she collapsed forward on to his chest. She couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips as they shifted and her over sensitized clit rubbed against him and then she was resting on his broad, muscled chest. She felt him lift the hat off her head before it had n=been likely to fall off on its own. She straightened her legs so that she was draped over him, her body, completely relaxed. She pressed her lips to his skin, tasting salt. She felt him begin to shrink out of her and shifted forward until her head was resting on his shoulder. She felt his arm on her buttocks and his hand fumbling between her legs and assumed he was dealing with the condom. Clark felt her lips on his chest as her body lay, limp and relaxed, draped over his as he felt himself beginning to soften inside her. She shifted forward and he slipped out of her as she nuzzled against his shoulder. He reached back over her ass and after a bit of fumbling, managed to get the condom off. Again, he hesitated as to what to do with it. He knotted the open end and then tossed it in what he hoped was the same direction as the other one, hoping he could clean both up later. She was the one that pulled the blanket over them this time as the sweat drying on their skin left a chill that not even his strong arms wrapped around her could banish. Their previous nap had been born of relaxation, but this time she could feel her eyelids growing heavy with not only relaxation and satiation, but also exhaustion. She wanted to say something, but she realized words were kind of superfluous at that point. They had shown each other how they felt, so, snuggling closer against him and with a simple sigh she let herself drift off to sleep, a smile plastered on her lips. He wrapped his arms around her to keep her warm, but this time she was the one that wrapped the blanket around them. He wanted to tell her how amazing she was and how much he loved her, but he realized he didn't need to, he was certain she knew. He felt her snuggle against him and then heard her sigh softly, a sound of absolute contentment before her breathing became steady and shallow. He felt her go to sleep in his arms and he lightly kissed the top of her dark head before allowing himself the same luxury. THE END