See... Want... Take!

TITLE: See... Want... Take!

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 of 1

FANDOM: Smallville

SHIP: Clark / Lois

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Erotica

SPOILERS: Some. Season Four

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. - Deton8@mweb.co.za

The Kent Farm, the Barn loft. Late afternoon.

He climbed the stairs with his book bag casually thrown over one shoulder, but came to a stop on the forth last one. "What's she doing here?" he thought as he saw Lois Lane standing in front of the stable-door window, with her back to him looking at the lowering Kansas sun. He had only known her for a few days and she vexed and intrigued him in equal part.

He couldn't help letting his eyes roam up her form. She had shapely, muscular legs that flowed into very curvy, feminine form. She was wearing a loose, pale, floral patterned summer dress that came to just above her knees with spaghetti straps and a low back that exposed and accented her toned, tanned skin and wealth of brown, wavy hair. The angle of the setting sun gave her a glow that was quite fetching.

"Hey Lois." He greeted her as he dropped his bag on the sofa along with the red flannel shirt he had been wearing open over his t-shirt. She turned, leaning back, slightly arched over the sill with her hands on it, spread out to either corner. "Hey Smallville." She replied, her full lips quirking into a dazzling smile. Her pose put her form and feminine charms on sunlit display and Clark found himself wondering what her lips and tanned skin would taste like. He felt a stirring in his pants.
He stepped forward, moving right in front of her. He looked her straight in the eye and then took another step forward between her feet, pressing himself firmly against her. He looked down at her and as her chin lifted to look up at him he had an unobstructed look down the front of her dress, down the lightly freckled valley of her cleavage. He didn't think she was wearing a bra.

His cock twitched in his jeans and expanded rapidly, pressing against her firm belly. There was no way she couldn't feel it. "What the hell was he doing? Was there red Kryptonite nearby?" he thought, but didn't make any kind of move to back away although he thought Lois might knee him in the crotch at any moment. Instead, to his surprise, she only seemed amused. "Well, well, Clarky. I never thought you had it in you." She told him as she rested her hand lightly on his chest.

Clark had never truly experienced lust before, not until right that moment. She seemed to invade his sense. She felt warm against him. His eyes drank in her slate grey ones, the fullness of her lips and the smooth curve of her neck. His ears focused on the soft puffs of her breath. His nose drew in her tantalizing scent of sun-warmed skin with the slightest hint of vanilla. He didn't know if he growled out loud or if it was in his head.

He wanted her and then his hand was buried in the wealth of hair at the base of her neck and he was dragging her lips up to his. She resisted slightly, playfully, the smile never leaving her lips until they met his. He kisses her hard, hungrily devouring her lips, sucking and nipping at them until she opened her mouth and his tongue could plunder it.

Neither of them closed their eyes at first and he was startled to find his eyes reflected in hers until hers fluttered closed. He explored her mouth with his tongue as their lips writhed together. Her arms wrapped around him and he pulled her closer to him and a little away from window sill she had been backed against. He found himself grinding against her as their tongues tangoed in harmony or wrestled for dominance.

He let the hand that was not massaging the back of her head reach around and cup her butt, pressing her harder against him. She moaned into his mouth and the vibration slid through his body, fuelling his lust further. She shifted so that one of her thighs were between his legs so that they were each humping the others thigh. She curled her outside leg around his, pulling him even tighter against him.

He could feel the hard points of her nipples pressing into his chest through her dress and his t-shirt surrounded by the warmth of her breasts as they flattened against him. When she broke the kiss they were both panting. She looked flushed and her lower lip was kiss-swollen and he wanted her even more. His jeans and boxers felt two sizes to small. His cock was so hard it almost hurt.

Neither said a word, they just looked into each other's eyes for a moment. He freed his hand from her hair and then, with slow deliberateness pushed first one thin shoulder strap of her dress and then the other off her smooth shoulders. They were both taking slow, deep breaths and then he stopped caressing her ass and ran his hand up the back of her dress. The sound of the dress's zipper, as he lowered It, was incredibly loud in the silence that had settled around them. Then for the first time, in what seemed like ages, they stepped apart, breaking the physical contact between their bodies.

She let her arms drop loosely at her sides and he watched in awe as her dress slid slowly from her body to puddle at her feet revealing her lithe, feminine form.

He let his eyes caress her as if they were his hands, tracing the strong column of her neck, the hollow at the base of her throat, down the ample valley of her cleavage, along the curve of her breast to the right and left to the pale brown caps of her areolas topped by the hard nubs of her upward-pointing, darker brown nipples, along the closely spaced valleys and ridges of her ribs, over the quivering, dimpled mesa of her firm stomach until he finds the only piece of clothing she is still wearing, a pair of white lace panties.

He can actually feel his hands shaking to touch where his eyes had been and where they hadn't. He notices, for the first time, she'd lowered her head in embarrassment at his thorough, intense study of her body. "You're gorgeous." He tells her as he lifts her face with his hand under her chin. A smile lights up her entire face and then he lowers his head to hers to capture her lips again. She melts against him and her skin is warm, firm and smooth under his hands.

He can feel her hands digging at his belt. It tightens and then slacks as she undoes it by feel alone. She drags his t-shirt free and slides her hands underneath, tracing his muscular torso. Her hands are hot against his skin, fueling the fire blazing inside him. Her fingers walk a spidery, tingly course up along his body, bunching his t-shirt up along with it while their lips wrestled and their tongues dueled.

The muscles on the sides of her back ripple against his fingers while his palms cup and caress the bottom curve of her breasts, testing their weight and pliability. His thumbs find the hard, rubbery points of her nipples at almost the same time her fingers find his. He circles and then rubs his thumbs back and forth across hers, feeling them pressing back against the skin of his thumb as they harden further. She moans into his mouth and he gasps when she pinches his nipples in response.

Reluctantly he has to take his hands from the sumptuousness of her flesh as they struggle together to get his arms free of his t-shirt while still not relinquishing the kiss neither of them are ready to break. But, they have to, for however briefly, to get the t-shirt off over his head. She drops it between them and at the same time steps out of the puddle of her dress kicking it forward to join his t-shirt.

He tries to recapture her lips, but she stops him by placing a finger across his lips and then sank to her knees on their disgarded clothes. Her fingernails drag down the length of his chest and torso, leaving a fiery trail behind them and then she was working at the fastenings of his jeans. He almost sighs with relieve when she undoes his jeans and lowers it down his thighs, taking the pressure of the restricting material on his raging erection. There is a huge tent in his shorts, but his relief is short lived as his erection surges at the feel of her of hot breath only an inch away from it.

He can feel his cock pulsing to the beat of his heart. She looks up at him and he can see the hunger in her eyes that he knows is burning in him as well. His fingers clench into fists and relax again and again. She pulls the waistband far back in preparation of lowering his boxers and as he watches a strand of thick, clear liquid connects the tip of his penis to the material. When she lowers his shorts the connection breaks. He feels his cock twitch and another heavy dollop of the substance oozes from his slit to trail down his length.

His eyes widen as Lois leans forward, extends her tongue, and runs it up the length of his rod from stem to stern collecting his emission in a long, steady swipe. He feels as if he has stuck his finger into a live light socket as the sensation ripped through his body. He hisses as she continues her assault on his nervous system and wraps her lips around the head of his penis. Her mouth is hot and wet and the friction of her lips as she slides them over him is a delicious torture. Her hands kneed his thighs in counterpoint to her oral ministrations. He doesn't know what to do with his hands. He wants to touch her, but he doesn't want to interfere with the pleasure she is giving him. She nurses at his cock, sucking hard and then releasing him to take in a little more. Her tongue is a super heated lash, whipping against the pulsing steel of his shaft. He grunts as he feels his balls tighten.

He grits his teeth and closes his eyes, sacrificing the visual stimulation of seeing her blow him to regain a modicum of control. It feels so good he is torn between holding on and simply letting go. His balls are churning. He grunts when the head of his cock presses against the entrance to her throat and then engulfs it. His fight for control is an epic struggle, which he only barely wins as the tight passage of her throat massages his length. When she backs off and releases him from her mouth he hisses and as gently as he can stops her from taking him again by winding both his hands in her hair. It isn't enough to stop her from pressing forward and planting a light kiss on his saliva-slick tip.

It is the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back. He didn't loose control of his body, but he finally lost any reserve he might have had. He had seen enough, he wanted her in the most primal way and there was nothing, not even himself, that would stop him from taking her.

She gave a little yelp as he grabbed her shoulders, quickly pulled her to her feet and spun her around in one swift motion. She gasped when he ran his hand up her back to the centre of her shoulder blades and then pushed her forward, bending her over. She steadied herself by holding onto the sill of the window with both hands as he ran his hand back down her back.

He meant to pull down her panties as he hooked his fingers around the waistband, but instead he drew another gasp from her as the sound of tearing lace filled the loft. She started to straighten up, but he kept her in position with his hand on the small of her back. He held the scrap of lace that had been her panties in his hand, not quite believing he had ripped them off her. He rubbed the material between his fingers and smiled to himself. It was damp.

He brought it to his nose and took a deep breath inhaling the spice of her arousal. He felt his cock twitch against his belly in response and he took hold of it and shuffled forward until he could position himself at her entrance. She radiated heat as he rubbed the head of his cock between her full, moist nether lips of her most intimate flesh.

He found her entrance and thrust forward. She cried out and tried to move away from his less than gentle invasion, but he grabbed her hips and pulled her back onto him with an animalistic grunt, continuing to slide into her and she let him. If he had thought the heat and moisture of her mouth had been incredible, her sex was nearly indescribable. The feel of friction as her flesh resisted and engulfed him as he steadily drove deeper into her dragged the breath from him as electric sensation ran through his nervous system.

When he finally bottomed out, with his hips pressed firmly against her buttock, the only sound in the loft was their staggered, panting breaths. He relaxed his hold on her hips and let his hands slide lightly up her flanks as he leaned forward and rested some of his weight lightly on her back. Her brushed aside her hair and planted a kiss on the nape of her neck, tasting salt. He felt her shudder and her sex caressed his shaft as it clenched and released, making it hard for him to remain still.

The memory of the pleasurable friction of penetrating her was still fresh in his mind and it warred with pleasure he was experiencing as he luxuriated in the heat and pressure of her channel. He nuzzled at her neck breathing in her scent, sun-warmed skin, sweat, a hint of vanilla and an unfamiliar component he realized could only be sex. "You feel so good, so tight, so wet, so damn hot. I want to stay inside you forever." He whispered in her ear before lightly nipping her earlobe. She pressed back against him response, driving him just a fraction of an inch deeper into her making him groan and her moan.

They lingered like that for a moment more and then he could not contain the urge to move any longer. He drew back slowly, enjoying the friction in reverse until he stood poised with only his head buried in the inviting heat of her snatch. When he thrust forward, she pressed back and thus began their pleasurable dance. His fingers lightly guided her hips as they rolled at the apex of their connection while he ground against her. His palms and thumbs caressed and massaged the smooth, firm, alabaster skin of her ass when they separated and she mewled and panted her appreciation. Her sex clutched and sucked at his shaft, making his balls boil and his lungs burn.

He leaned forward, sucking and licking at the skin of her shoulder. He occasional tested the well tones muscles underneath with his teeth working his way to her neck and then her cheek. She twisted her head and he angled his and they managed to find each other's lips for a savage, tongue-tangling kiss as their bodies continued to writhe. They couldn't hold it for long. Their mouths were needed for little things, like breathing. Their bodies needed the oxygen to fuel their race for completion.

They shifted their position, allowing her to straighten a little, so that she could now press back and down onto his thrusting shaft. He was getting close. Their bodies slid together greased by sex and sweat. He cupped her breasts, squeezing them, caressing them, weighing them and rolling the hard pebbles of her nipples against the palms of his hands. She leaned back against him, throwing her head back and resting it on his shoulder, her mouth open wide, gasping for air and then she tensed, shuddered and gave a breathy cry as he believed she came.

He kept pounding into her clenching snatch as she shook under his hands. Every nerve and sense screamed with pleasure. He told her how wonderful she felt, how sweet she smelled, how delicious she tasted, his words riding on panted breaths. He felt a strange tingle start at the base of his spine when his balls suddenly tighten. He felt his cock swell and he slammed into her, hilting himself and still his hips thrust. He threw his own head back and roared to the heaven as pleasure ripped through him and he came with white light blossoming behind his eyes.
Clark sat up with a start, gasping for air as his body continued to spasm. His heart was pounding and his pulse raced as he stared around him, wild-eyed, in the dark of his bedroom. He through aside the covers and swung his feet to the floor so that he sat on the edge of his bed. He rested his elbows on his knees and cradled his head in his hands. His sleep shorts were a sticky, uncomfortable mess and he adjusted them as best he could as he got his breathing and heart rate under control.

"Jeeeesus, that was intense!" He thought. He could almost still taste her or well, the way he imagined she would taste. He shook his head. He had only had the slightest of glimpses of her body when she had walked in on him in the shower, but apparently it had been enough.

He looked at his bedside clock. The red digits told him it was just before five AM and he sighed. It would be just enough time to run a load of laundry before his mom and dad were up. He didn't think he could handle his mom finding his cum coated shorts in the laundry basket.

The end