Coming Clean

TITLE: Coming Clean

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 of 1

FANDOM: Smallville

SHIP: Lois / Clark

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Erotica

SPOILERS: A couple, 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. And, on another note: Thanks to all the people who have given reviews and feedback.

FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - midknight_tales@yahoo.com

Smallville, The Kent Farmhouse, Late Afternoon.

Lois luxuriated in the hot spray of the shower, bowing her head and rolling her shoulders. "Good water pressure." She thought and then frowned. She cocked her head. She could have sworn she'd heard the door open. "Must have imagined it." She admonished herself reaching for her louver when suddenly the shower curtain was pulled open.

She gaped as she saw Clark dressed in nothing but a towel and he gaped back. Another image of him, wearing absolutely nothing, the first time they'd met, flashed through her mind. She was so surprised she didn't move for a moment or realize that she did not have the benefit of the towel, but only for a moment. "Hey!" she cried out indignantly, covering her breasts with one arm and her crotch with the other. He didn't seem to hear her as he continued to stare, wide-eyed and her own eyes grew bigger as she saw the towel rapidly start to tent. Apparently the towel hadn't been wrapped that tightly, because it came loose and fell to the floor revealing a very long, very thick and unmistakably aroused Clark Kent.

"Smallville, You better get..." she started to warn him, but the rest of her warning was cut off as without a sound he stepped into the shower and cut off her words with his lips. His large, solid, imposing form pressed against her, his penis, a heated bar of steel pressed against her belly. His arm wrapped around the small of her back as her head tilted back under the onslaught of his lips. He'd caught her with her lips open in mid-warning and his tongue plundered her mouth, storming the ramparts of her teeth and then locking in fierce combat with her own. Their lips slid together and like in some old black and white movie from the fifties she actually felt herself lift one foot.

Both their eyes were open as he kissed her, each reflected in the other as she started to kiss him back. Her senses were reeling and the sensation of loosing control was extremely alien to Lois and she was suddenly pushing at his chest, breaking the kiss and creating some separation between them. Breathing heavily, she watched as rivulets of water ran down his chest and he drew a hand through his dark, wet hair, slicking it back from his face. His intense eyes never left her, not even to blink the water from his lashes. She wanted to be angry, but as she drew the back of her hand slowly over her lips she could still feel his lips on them, taste his tongue in her mouth and feel his body and hard, throbbing manhood against her.

"Clark." She whispered his name and stepped forward, once again bring their bodies into contact. She ran her hands up his smooth, hard chest, made slick with water and snaked her arms around his neck. Her fingers found the hair at the base of his neck and wound their way into the wet curls and pulled his lips down to hers. The spray beat down on them as their lips slid together in a sinuous dance. His thick, strong arms wrapped around her body, under her own. His hands hovered at the small of her back and then went lower, sliding over the curves of her ass cheeks, caressing them lightly before taking a firmer fondling grip on each.

She sucks and nips at his lower lip and then his upper before slipping her tongue between them and tapping his teeth for entrance. The tip of her tongue is met by his and they fence playfully until she gains the upper hand, in a manner of speaking, as his massages the length of hers, and she his. Despite the heat of the steamy shower her nipples are hard, expanding nubs. The flesh of her breasts feels tight and tingly, and the shower spray feels like little pin pricks on her sensitized skin blanketing her body in little charges of sensation. She finds herself stretching onto the tips of her toes to press her lips more firmly to his and her body grinds against his. Her breasts slide against his chest, flattening against them and the turgid pebbles of her nipples scrape across the smooth, hairless expanse of muscle. She gasps softly into his mouth at the pleasure that radiates back into her chest and seems to fuel her heart making it beat faster.

She lets one hand trail down his back, drawing idle patterns and exploring the well defined, curved ridges of muscle and the slight valley in between. She can feel them shift as he moves against her and she scrapes her fingernails down the them testing the skin and the flesh underneath. A little chuckle vibrates his lips against hers when her exploring hand and testing fingernails turn their attention to his butt cheeks. She believes she now has the ultimate reference for the term 'Buns of Steel' as she drags her nails down the curve of one cheek and then the other feeling hardly any give at all.

His strong hands on her ass, press her crotch firmly against him as they slowly bump and grind and she can feel his hard, hot shaft rubbing against the inside of her thigh and against her crotch. Her anticipation of feeling him inside her grows with each touch of their flesh, her desire for more building. Her sex clenches against itself in moist, rhythmic waves, trying to scratch the itch that is growing inside her and waiting impatiently to have another's flesh to pit its velvety grip on. His skin is incredibly smooth for a man and she revels in sliding against it. She raises her thigh and wraps her calf around the strong column of his leg and rubs the sole of her foot back and forth along the hard curve at the back of his calf.

Their heads move from side to side, lips sliding and tongues exploring. They take short breaks for breath and lap warm water from each other's necks, throats and shoulders. He murmurs her name and it is an aural caress. She lets her eyes close, slowly, and in the darkness behind her lids all the sensation of him against and around her multiply and her desire flares. One of his hands slides lower along the curve of her butt and then slips between her legs. Her eyes fly open as thick, long fingers slide through the wet, swollen lips of her pussy. His fingertips find the throbbing pearl of her exposed clit and manipulate it with a steady rhythm and pressure. Jolts of pleasure rack her body making her knees weak and she finds herself clutching at him, the hard, corded muscle of his shoulder is between her teeth, muffling a throaty cry. She rolls her hips against him mashing her clit again his fingers and thigh.

She finally manages to pull her mouth away from his shoulder. "Clark. I want you... I want you inside... inside me... Clark... Please." She lets her desire be known, the words coming out on heavy pants of air as his lips scorch her skin with round sucking ovals left by his lips and his finger wreak pleasurable havoc on her sex. Her voice sounds like a stranger's, filled with lust, want and a tinge of desperation and pleading. She groans her dissatisfaction when his hand leaves her most intimate flesh. His arms wrap around her, one just above the small of her back and the other just below her buttocks. She feels his muscles flex against her and is surprised to find out how much he had been stooping to accommodate her, because when he straightens she is literally swept off her feet.

She snakes her legs around him and her thighs come to rest on his hips as she crosses her ankles against his firm buttocks, settling herself securely in his grip. He flashes her a smile and takes a step forward, bringing her back up against the tiled wall below the showerhead. The damp tiles are cold against her back compared to the hot spray of the shower and his hard body against her front and she winces. She sees concern on his face. "Cold." She explains. The tiles suck the heat from her back making her shiver before an equilibrium of sorts is reached and she finds a modicum of comfort. With, the cold forgotten, more pressing matters come to her attention. She can feel him bobbing between her thighs, his head just grazing her swollen labia. His lips and tongue are still sucking and lapping at her skin. He moves back slightly so that she is resting against the wall at an angle, balanced on her shoulders, her mass of luxurious curls, a warm damp pillow.

The change of angle, slid the head of his cock past her folds and another slight shift started his journey into her steamy depths. She tightened her legs around him, pulling him closer to her as his hips thrust forward and he relaxed his grip on her giving gravity the power to assist her decent on his shaft. He filled her slowly, his thick rod stretching her resisting flesh, her sex clutching and dragging along him. She let out a long, low sigh of satisfaction from behind clenched teeth. She could feel him hot and throbbing and found herself blinking rapidly as the pleasurable friction bombarded her senses. She felt her muscles quiver below her skin as if they were being restrained and longed for freedom. Her hips rolled of their own accord and then her pubic bone was mashed against his. Her fingernails dug into the back of his neck and shoulder, her head pressed back, hard against the wall and her heels pushed against the hard globes of his buttocks as the pleasure of being completely filled and the grinding pressure on her sensitive clit ricocheted though her body in white hot bolts of ecstatic energy.

They stayed like that for a moment, each wrapped up in experiencing the pleasure the other was giving them. His head rested on her shoulder and she heard him groan, puffs of his panting breath, hot on her collarbone as her sex involuntarily clenched around him, testing his hardness and its own velvety grip. She drew in a shuddering breath as his hips moved back and his invading shaft retreated. She used the leverage of her arms on his shoulders to pull herself up. Just the head of him remained inside her when he thrust forward again and she let herself drop. He grunted and she gasped and they started on the rocking, thrusting, bucking, rolling, undulating, grinding, straining last leg of their journey to ecstasy that had started with his kiss.

Appreciative words, obscene suggestions and wanton desires were uttered on panted breaths until they degenerated into noises of need and satisfaction. She was glad for the wet slickness of the tiles behind her as her back slid up and down them as their bodies collided again and again with jarring waves of pleasure. The spray of the shower was an ever-present caress. His lips roved across her chest, then downward. His tongue found her cleavage with a hot, tingling swipe before going left to lap and flick at her nipple. She rolled her shoulder, pushing her tit flesh towards him and her efforts were rewarded as the sucking oval of his lips surrounded her areola with hot, wet pressure. His saliva bathed her nipple in liquid heat as his tongue circled it in an ever-decreasing spiral until it was rolling the sensitive little pebble back and forth.

Each thrust, action and reaction stoked the furnace that was her snatch, making it blaze and her thick, free flowing cream boil releasing thick tendrils of pleasure like steam that powered the engine of her rapidly growing orgasm. His left hand found her right breast and explored it thoroughly, fondling and squeezing it, his palm rolling the sensitive nub of her nipple. She skates along the edge of the yawning abyss that is her orgasm, drawing closer and closer to tumbling into its void of delicious ecstasy. Her heart is a frantic drumbeat and her ears are filled with the sound of her own rushing blood. She started to feel herself tremble, uncontrollably, her sex clenches around him randomly spoiling their rhythm, but she is beyond caring as another hard, pounding thrust from him sends her over the edge into pleasure overload.

There is a moment of perfect calm, where time and the world stand still. All that exists for her in that moment is the sensation of him in and against her. Her next, shuddering breath shatters that moment and her release rips through her body. Her snatch locked around the firm support of his steel hard shaft, flooding with molten, moist heat. Intense waves of expanding energy carry pleasure to every inch of her being in a tingling, muscle locking, Back bowing, scream-inducing climax.

Lois sat bolt upright, eyes wide, staring into the darkness, breathing heavily, her heart racing. She looked around, confused and then flopped back down on the bed... Clark's bed, and tried to calm her breathing. "It had been a dream. A goddamned dream." She thought, her voice a near snarl in her head. Dream or not she could still feel echoes of the pleasurable sensations skittering through her body. She through the covers off finding them suddenly hot, heavy and irritating. Her sleep shirt clung to her, damp with sweat. The crotch of her panties dug between her lips, a sodden strip of cotton. She lifted her ass and pried it free, her touch reigniting memories of her dream. She groaned. Her fingers found that the inside of her thighs were slick with more than sweat.

"Jeezus. See a guy naked the first time you meet him and have him accidentally walk in on you in the shower and suddenly he takes up residence in your head." She berates herself. Her body starts to cool as the sweat on her skin dries and she drags the cover back over herself and rolls onto her side. She did feel a little guilty about taking his room, "He is just down stairs on the couch. Maybe I should just go down there and..." she mused and then gave herself a mental. "Lois... Behave yourself." She reprimanded herself, punched her pillow to plump it up and waited for sleep to reclaim her.

THE END