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Smallville › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
6,010
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Smallville, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Well Met
TITLE: Well Met
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
A cornfield, outside of Smallville, Night.
The lightning subsided and the light fades as she sits clutching the steering wheel. She can see a ring of scorched earth with small fires still burning around the edge of it. She blinks rapidly to clear the spots from her eyes and then she notices the figure crouched in the middle of the burned circle. She unbuckles and climbs out of her SUV, her natural curiosity over coming her trepidation at the strange situation. The headlights of her vehicle, illuminates the figure as it stands up and turns to look at her. She shades her eyes with her hand to get a clearer look and her eyes widen at what she sees. She tells herself to avert her eyes, but finds herself unable to as he steps toward her seemingly unaware of his nudity. The term "Adonis" flashes through her brain and it may have been a cold, rainy night, but it hasn't affected him in the least or if it had, what was dangling between his legs went from impressive to incredible.
He comes to a stop mere inches from her and she finally manages to drag her eyes upward to look him in the face. She finds his chest instead and has to tilt her head upward to find his face. He looks down at her with large, steel blue eyes and she feels a little intimidated. "You okay there, Big Boy?" she asks him finding her own voice sounding rather strange in the quiet cornfield. He tilts his head to the side, his eyebrows knitting and his brow furrowing with a querying expression. "Grunt once for 'Yes' and twice for 'No'." she suggests as her intimidation wanes and her impatience at his silence takes over. His frown deepens for a moment and then he flashes her a dazzling smile. She can't help, but smile back.
She hardly sees him move, and the surprised yelp she does make, is muffled by his mouth, when she is suddenly swept up into his arms and his lips are pressed to hers. She struggles, pushing at his hard broad chest as she feels his tongue probing between her lips and tapping at her teeth for entrance. His naked body is like a furnace against her. It radiates heat and pressure into her own body and making it react against her will. Her struggles become more of a return of pressure and with a little moan she parts her lips and lets his tongue dance with hers. She doesn't know when or how, but her arms are wrapped around his neck, her ankles are crossed at the small of his back and her butt is resting on the side of the hood of her SUV.
His penis isn't dangling anymore. She can feel the thick, hot, throbbing tube pressing against the front of her crotch and lower belly. Their lips slide together and their tongues are having a spirited fencing match in the arena of their joined, open mouths. She is breathing heavily through her nose and she attributes the slight feeling of light-headedness and the tingling flush of her skin to the lack of oxygen and not her growing desire. Her clothes feel heavy and scratchy against her skin, her bra is sheer torture as the skin on her breasts tightens and her nipples harden and scrape, chafing into the unyielding undergarment. Fiery sparks shoot back into her chest as her breasts grind against his hard immoveable chest, making them rock back and forth. Her fingernails test the hard, sloped planes of the muscles over his shoulders and back as one of his hands winds its way into her hair, pressing her lips harder to his. She tightens her legs around him, grinding her crotch against him with rolling, bucking hips and he thrusts back in response.
Her snatch is flooding and the damp cotton of her panties sticks to her skin. The material feels rough against her exposed clit and causes jarring mixtures of pleasure and discomfort as they push against each other. His lips finally break from hers and she gulps in a welcome breath and then lets it out in a low sigh as his warm lips explore the skin of her neck and throat. He brushes the hair from her shoulder and she leans her neck to the side, flicking her hair out of his way as his teeth test the skin at the junction of her shoulder and neck and the muscles underneath before tracing the bite marks with his soothingly swirling, wet tongue. Her fingers run through his dark hair, the nails massaging his scalp as she presses his lips harder against her flesh. Her hips continue to buck against him, her senses filled with pleasure and dead to all else. His hands have worked their way under her jacket. He squeezes her breasts through her light camisole top and brassier, making her gasp at the heated pressure and the intense hardening reaction of her nipples.
He works her jacket off her shoulders and she struggles to shake it free of her arms, but manages eventually making a sound of triumph as she can return her hands to his hard, smooth-planed back. The thick, long shaft of his cock is a constant reminder of his nudity as it presses against her or rubs against the inside of her thigh as her skirt rides up. His sucking lips, nibbling teeth and swiping tongue work their way across her chest and then dip into the valley of her cleavage. She can't help but roll her shoulders and arching her back to press herself into his lips.
His hands find their way under her top. His palms curve around her waist, his fingers a eight stripes of warmth and pressure against her lower back while his thumbs shift up and down along the ridges and valleys of her tight, firm stomach muscles making them shake and shudder. Her pussy clenches and relaxes, clenches and relaxes as he explores her torso and back. As, his hands rise higher they bring the bottom of her top with them. His thumbs caress the lower curve of her breasts and she raises her arms allowing him to remove the garment. His lips leave her skin and there is some separation between them s the top clears her breasts. The sensation of the smooth material sliding over her skin leaves a tingling echo along it. The cool night air makes her exposed skin prickle with gooseflesh and a shiver works its way up her spine.
He doesn't remove the top completely. He stops its upward progress when the hem passes her mouth. The coolness of the night air is soon forgotten as he once again presses his warm chest to hers, this time, with only the thin lace of her bra between them. Strong hands hold the top and her arms in place leaving her blind. She starts to struggle again, for no other reason than from an animalistic panic at being robbed of one of her senses and the sense of being restrained. Her struggles subside as she feels his hot breath over her lips and she gets the sense his own are hovering, just an inch from hers. She feels his tongue gently lap at her full lower lip and she isn't quite successful in stifling a moan.
He teases her, his tongue and lips only lightly brushing her mouth. He sucks at either her upper or lower lip or grazes them with his teeth, but when she opens her mouth wider or strains forward to increase the pressure he shift back. His grip on her arms is like velvet steel; they don't hurt, but neither do they give an inch and then without warning, the next time she reaches for him, she finds him and their lips crash together. His lips open under hers and they slide together. She nips and sucks at his lips and licks his teeth before allowing her tongue to delve into his mouth. He slips the top off and drops it behind her on the hood of the SUV releasing his hold on her arms. She wraps them around his neck and worms her hands into his hair as she continues to pillage his mouth. His strong fingers kneed the muscles of her back and then they are working on her bra.
She exhales slowly through her nose as the undergarment is pulled tight and then goes slack as he negotiates the clasp. He breaks their kiss and their eyes lock and she is amazed at how large and warm his eyes are. She is the first to blink. His fingers lightly brush her shoulders and push the straps of her bra off the rounded curve of her shoulders and the lace undergarment peels off the skin of her breasts and falls away. She draws in a deep breath, expanding her chest into his. Her hard nipples scrape against the smooth skin of his chest and the tingle as they press back into her breasts. The touch is like a jolt of static, making her nerves sing and as the sensation curls up her spine to be registered by her brain it also slithers down to create a chain reaction of little shudders in her belly and snatch. Her hips shift in response and she can feel a trail of moisture against her inner thigh as the head of his dick slides across it. She becomes acutely aware she wants more than just his touch or taste.
His hands on her shoulders push her backwards and she frowns for a moment until he starts planting feather light kisses across her chest and lower. She angles her body, placing her hands on the hood of the SUV, backward and to the side. The metal is cool under her palms. He laps at her cleavage, his tongue a master's brush painting an erotic landscape on the canvas of her firm breasts. His hands explore her ribcage, squeezing and testing the skin and muscle under need with short bursts of warm pressure. The tip of his tongue tantalizes and teases her, mapping her pert globes, but never quite touching her areola and nipples. Using her hands as a brace she arches her back, pressing her crotch harder to his and thrusting her breasts up towards his mouth. He shifts his head, continuing to toy with her. His tongue continues to leave a saliva trail on her breasts that is cooled by the night air, raising tingling gooseflesh in random patterns on her taut skin.
She finds herself rolling her shoulders, trying to get his mouth to make firmer contact with her breasts. She makes a frustrated little whine, deep in her throat as he denies her, but on her next thrust, he suddenly relents and his lips latch onto the hard, pointed tip of her right nipple. She lets her head fall back as he surrounds her turgid tip with molten heat and sucking pressure. His tongue makes a tightening spiral from the edge of her areola to her nipple until he can flick the hard nub back and forth. His tongue retreats and his lips drag across her flesh until they clamp around the erect little tube of her nipple. He sucks hard, applying pressure and she pants out a shuddering moan as electric pleasure fans through her chest. He draws back, stretching her nipple before he lets go and moved on to her left nipple. There, he is even a little rougher, also using his teeth to nip at the sensitive nipple. She groans, shifts one of her hands to support herself and buries the other in his hair, pressing him harder into her breast.
His hand cups her right breast with warm pressure while his mouth continued to lavish attention on her left. His other hand finds the hem of her skirt, which had ridden up quite high on her thigh and bunches it the rest of the way to around her waist. Eager fingers fumbled at her panties and although the strain on her arm made it quiver she braced her weight on it to lift her buttocks. He couldn't quite get them off, but he didn't need to. With, her help, the undergarment wasn't trapped between the SUV's hood and her ass and there was enough slack to pull the crotch of her panties aside. The wet material clung to her swollen lips, sticking to the flesh before relenting and lifting free under the urging of his fingers.
A sound, part whimper and part purr breaks from her lips as first one and then a second long, thick finger worms its way between her slippery folds and delves into her hot channel. He slowly pumps them in and out and her sex clenches against them. Her hips roll forward, matching his slow rhythm to drive him deeper. She draws in a shuddering breath as his thumb finds and slowly applies rolling pressure to her exposed clit. Pleasure assaults her senses. Her skin crawls with it, nerves jangling with the strain of conveying so much sensation as his hands and mouth explore her flesh with talent.
She can't believe the voice that whines in displeasure is her own when he slips his fingers from her snatch, leaving her channel to clutch upon itself instead of his caressing, probing digits. Her displeasure grows when he lifts his head, breaking her hold and taking his warm, sucking mouth and swirling tongue from her breast. But, she watches in fascination as he slowly brings his fingers up to his face. She can see them glisten, faintly, wetly in the moonlight before he plunges them into his mouth and sucks them clean of her juices. After he pulls them from between his lips with a soft pop, he smiles at her and then very slowly winks and licks he's lips, smacking them in enjoyment.
When he leans forward to kiss her, she hesitates for a moment, but he closes the distance between them quickly, capturing her lips. She tastes herself on his lips and tongue as it slips into her mouth to wrestle with hers. At, the same time, she feels the head of his cock rubbing between the folds of her snatch. Her desire is taking on a life of it's own and she worms her hand in between them and wraps her fingers around his hard shaft. She lets her fingers explore, comparing what her eyes had seen and she had felt against her inner thigh. He twitches and jerks in her grip as she slowly skims her hand up and down his length. Her hand glides on a slippery coat of her cream and his natural lube that she collects from his tip where it grows out of the slid in heavy dollops.
She guides him, rubbing him firmly between her folds until she sets him at her entrance. He thrusts forward and she gasps as he fills her. Her legs tighten around him, drawing him into her. Her flesh resists him despite her obvious willingness, but the persistent pressure of his thrust continues driving him relentlessly deeper into her. He fills her completely in one long, hard steady stroke, stretching her with his girth and pressing against her cervix with his length. The discomfort of being filled so fully and quickly only contrasts and intensifies the pleasure the friction brings.
He doesn't stay still for long. Her sex and her senses have barely had time to adjust to his pleasurable invasion when he withdraws. His hands take a firm grip on her hips and when he thrusts again, he pulls her hard onto him at the same time. Their bodies meet with a resounding slap and she is unable to stifle the throaty cry she makes as he penetrates her womb. Pain and pleasure swirl and mix, ripping through her sex and cascading through her body. This time he stays buried inside her, slowly rolling his hips and grinding his pubic bone into hers, holding her firmly against him with his hands. She is breathing hard as her body adjusts, trying to cope with the never-before-felt sensation of being penetrated so completely.
Her legs are slack around his waist and she can feel her arms shuddering violently with the effort of holding up her weight. His rolling hips mashes her clit into his pubes with electrical surges of pleasure making her channel clench against the thick throbbing, steel of his shaft and the small of her back tighten. She lets her eyes flutter closed and lowers herself, first onto her forearms and then flat onto the hood of the SUV. The metal of the hood is shockingly cold against her back and she can feel her jacket and top under her head. Her breasts feel hot, heavy and tingly as they jiggle slightly with his movement against her. The breeze tantalizes her nipples cooling her inflamed flesh.
Her heart is like some trapped animal, battering at her ribcage. She feels the muscles in her torso shudder with pent up energy as he slowly draws back. She opens her eyes, blinking. Her head lolls from side to side as he slowly starts stroking in and out of her. Her legs find strength and she tightens herself around him at the apex of his thrust, her hips bucking to hold their grinding connection for a few moments before releasing him. The pain and discomfort are gone and each stroke is an injection of fuel to the fire in the furnace that is her snatch. She can feel herself flood and her cream feels molten as it oils the pistoning rod of his cock as it plunges in and out of her. Her fingers find the edge of car and she grips it, bracing herself against his thrust.
She looks up at him, seeing a look of rapture and concentration on his face as he gauges her reactions and adjusts his movements appropriately. Their bodies collide and part, collide and part with ever increasing regularity. Her back arches and she finds herself rolling from shoulder to shoulder as she bucks against him. She can hear herself moan and mewl, but can hardly recognize the voice as her own. She can feel energy pooling in the pit of her stomach, a hard, tight and growing knot. Each pounding thrust winds the spring of her orgasm a little tighter and that much closer to breaking. Her body is awash with pleasure as it insinuates itself into every pore, snakes itself along every nerve and crawls up her spine to flood her brain. Her blood is pounding in her ears, a rapid backbeat to his exhalations that are a loud hiss through clenched teeth. She is delicately poised, balanced as she totters along the tightrope between seeking pleasure and finding release.
One of his hands leaves her hips and his fingers spider crawl their way up her taut, shuddering belly and up to her chest where it cups and fondles her breasts. The added sensation is too much for her. The spring is wound too tight, the energy too great to contain and her orgasm erupts through her being. She clutches at him, her arms, legs and sex all wrap and lock them selves around him. Her muscles tense and relax in rapid succession so it feels like she is shivering violently even as her back forms a flex bow. She cries out loudly into the night as pleasure rips through her senses and he continues to thrust into her tightly clasped channel. He presses at her cervix and then slides into her womb. She hears him, as if from a long distance a way, grunt loudly. He swells inside her pressing against the velvet vice of her flooded pussy and she feels even more liquid heat added to her own. Her world becomes unfocused as she sucks in air and pants it out in short puffs. Her snatch ripples around him, milking him and driving wave after intense wave of ecstasy through already taxed nerves to explode in a flash of brilliant light behind eyelids she hadn't even known she'd closed.
Lois' eyes shot open and she started awake, nearly toppling herself from the sofa she found herself stretched out on. Her heart was pounding and she found it hard to completely catch her breath. She looked around the small lounge of the Smallville Medical Centre. She must have fallen asleep and could still feel echoes and remnants of her dream, a dream she could still vividly remember, playing through her body. Her bra felt too small, her skin tight and prickly, and her panties clung damply to her flesh as she rubbed her thighs together subconsciously. She felt flushed and took slow, steady, deep breaths to bring her heart rate back under control.
"What a dream! That wasn't what happened when she'd met him only hours ago. Sure she'd seen him naked, because well he had been, but..." she thought and then smiled to herself. "But, from now on, in the dark of the night, when a girl might need to help herself out, as it were, that was how she would remember it. Well met, Mister Whoever You Are. Well met indeed." She promises herself and humming softly picked up a magazine and resumed waiting.
THE END
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
A cornfield, outside of Smallville, Night.
The lightning subsided and the light fades as she sits clutching the steering wheel. She can see a ring of scorched earth with small fires still burning around the edge of it. She blinks rapidly to clear the spots from her eyes and then she notices the figure crouched in the middle of the burned circle. She unbuckles and climbs out of her SUV, her natural curiosity over coming her trepidation at the strange situation. The headlights of her vehicle, illuminates the figure as it stands up and turns to look at her. She shades her eyes with her hand to get a clearer look and her eyes widen at what she sees. She tells herself to avert her eyes, but finds herself unable to as he steps toward her seemingly unaware of his nudity. The term "Adonis" flashes through her brain and it may have been a cold, rainy night, but it hasn't affected him in the least or if it had, what was dangling between his legs went from impressive to incredible.
He comes to a stop mere inches from her and she finally manages to drag her eyes upward to look him in the face. She finds his chest instead and has to tilt her head upward to find his face. He looks down at her with large, steel blue eyes and she feels a little intimidated. "You okay there, Big Boy?" she asks him finding her own voice sounding rather strange in the quiet cornfield. He tilts his head to the side, his eyebrows knitting and his brow furrowing with a querying expression. "Grunt once for 'Yes' and twice for 'No'." she suggests as her intimidation wanes and her impatience at his silence takes over. His frown deepens for a moment and then he flashes her a dazzling smile. She can't help, but smile back.
She hardly sees him move, and the surprised yelp she does make, is muffled by his mouth, when she is suddenly swept up into his arms and his lips are pressed to hers. She struggles, pushing at his hard broad chest as she feels his tongue probing between her lips and tapping at her teeth for entrance. His naked body is like a furnace against her. It radiates heat and pressure into her own body and making it react against her will. Her struggles become more of a return of pressure and with a little moan she parts her lips and lets his tongue dance with hers. She doesn't know when or how, but her arms are wrapped around his neck, her ankles are crossed at the small of his back and her butt is resting on the side of the hood of her SUV.
His penis isn't dangling anymore. She can feel the thick, hot, throbbing tube pressing against the front of her crotch and lower belly. Their lips slide together and their tongues are having a spirited fencing match in the arena of their joined, open mouths. She is breathing heavily through her nose and she attributes the slight feeling of light-headedness and the tingling flush of her skin to the lack of oxygen and not her growing desire. Her clothes feel heavy and scratchy against her skin, her bra is sheer torture as the skin on her breasts tightens and her nipples harden and scrape, chafing into the unyielding undergarment. Fiery sparks shoot back into her chest as her breasts grind against his hard immoveable chest, making them rock back and forth. Her fingernails test the hard, sloped planes of the muscles over his shoulders and back as one of his hands winds its way into her hair, pressing her lips harder to his. She tightens her legs around him, grinding her crotch against him with rolling, bucking hips and he thrusts back in response.
Her snatch is flooding and the damp cotton of her panties sticks to her skin. The material feels rough against her exposed clit and causes jarring mixtures of pleasure and discomfort as they push against each other. His lips finally break from hers and she gulps in a welcome breath and then lets it out in a low sigh as his warm lips explore the skin of her neck and throat. He brushes the hair from her shoulder and she leans her neck to the side, flicking her hair out of his way as his teeth test the skin at the junction of her shoulder and neck and the muscles underneath before tracing the bite marks with his soothingly swirling, wet tongue. Her fingers run through his dark hair, the nails massaging his scalp as she presses his lips harder against her flesh. Her hips continue to buck against him, her senses filled with pleasure and dead to all else. His hands have worked their way under her jacket. He squeezes her breasts through her light camisole top and brassier, making her gasp at the heated pressure and the intense hardening reaction of her nipples.
He works her jacket off her shoulders and she struggles to shake it free of her arms, but manages eventually making a sound of triumph as she can return her hands to his hard, smooth-planed back. The thick, long shaft of his cock is a constant reminder of his nudity as it presses against her or rubs against the inside of her thigh as her skirt rides up. His sucking lips, nibbling teeth and swiping tongue work their way across her chest and then dip into the valley of her cleavage. She can't help but roll her shoulders and arching her back to press herself into his lips.
His hands find their way under her top. His palms curve around her waist, his fingers a eight stripes of warmth and pressure against her lower back while his thumbs shift up and down along the ridges and valleys of her tight, firm stomach muscles making them shake and shudder. Her pussy clenches and relaxes, clenches and relaxes as he explores her torso and back. As, his hands rise higher they bring the bottom of her top with them. His thumbs caress the lower curve of her breasts and she raises her arms allowing him to remove the garment. His lips leave her skin and there is some separation between them s the top clears her breasts. The sensation of the smooth material sliding over her skin leaves a tingling echo along it. The cool night air makes her exposed skin prickle with gooseflesh and a shiver works its way up her spine.
He doesn't remove the top completely. He stops its upward progress when the hem passes her mouth. The coolness of the night air is soon forgotten as he once again presses his warm chest to hers, this time, with only the thin lace of her bra between them. Strong hands hold the top and her arms in place leaving her blind. She starts to struggle again, for no other reason than from an animalistic panic at being robbed of one of her senses and the sense of being restrained. Her struggles subside as she feels his hot breath over her lips and she gets the sense his own are hovering, just an inch from hers. She feels his tongue gently lap at her full lower lip and she isn't quite successful in stifling a moan.
He teases her, his tongue and lips only lightly brushing her mouth. He sucks at either her upper or lower lip or grazes them with his teeth, but when she opens her mouth wider or strains forward to increase the pressure he shift back. His grip on her arms is like velvet steel; they don't hurt, but neither do they give an inch and then without warning, the next time she reaches for him, she finds him and their lips crash together. His lips open under hers and they slide together. She nips and sucks at his lips and licks his teeth before allowing her tongue to delve into his mouth. He slips the top off and drops it behind her on the hood of the SUV releasing his hold on her arms. She wraps them around his neck and worms her hands into his hair as she continues to pillage his mouth. His strong fingers kneed the muscles of her back and then they are working on her bra.
She exhales slowly through her nose as the undergarment is pulled tight and then goes slack as he negotiates the clasp. He breaks their kiss and their eyes lock and she is amazed at how large and warm his eyes are. She is the first to blink. His fingers lightly brush her shoulders and push the straps of her bra off the rounded curve of her shoulders and the lace undergarment peels off the skin of her breasts and falls away. She draws in a deep breath, expanding her chest into his. Her hard nipples scrape against the smooth skin of his chest and the tingle as they press back into her breasts. The touch is like a jolt of static, making her nerves sing and as the sensation curls up her spine to be registered by her brain it also slithers down to create a chain reaction of little shudders in her belly and snatch. Her hips shift in response and she can feel a trail of moisture against her inner thigh as the head of his dick slides across it. She becomes acutely aware she wants more than just his touch or taste.
His hands on her shoulders push her backwards and she frowns for a moment until he starts planting feather light kisses across her chest and lower. She angles her body, placing her hands on the hood of the SUV, backward and to the side. The metal is cool under her palms. He laps at her cleavage, his tongue a master's brush painting an erotic landscape on the canvas of her firm breasts. His hands explore her ribcage, squeezing and testing the skin and muscle under need with short bursts of warm pressure. The tip of his tongue tantalizes and teases her, mapping her pert globes, but never quite touching her areola and nipples. Using her hands as a brace she arches her back, pressing her crotch harder to his and thrusting her breasts up towards his mouth. He shifts his head, continuing to toy with her. His tongue continues to leave a saliva trail on her breasts that is cooled by the night air, raising tingling gooseflesh in random patterns on her taut skin.
She finds herself rolling her shoulders, trying to get his mouth to make firmer contact with her breasts. She makes a frustrated little whine, deep in her throat as he denies her, but on her next thrust, he suddenly relents and his lips latch onto the hard, pointed tip of her right nipple. She lets her head fall back as he surrounds her turgid tip with molten heat and sucking pressure. His tongue makes a tightening spiral from the edge of her areola to her nipple until he can flick the hard nub back and forth. His tongue retreats and his lips drag across her flesh until they clamp around the erect little tube of her nipple. He sucks hard, applying pressure and she pants out a shuddering moan as electric pleasure fans through her chest. He draws back, stretching her nipple before he lets go and moved on to her left nipple. There, he is even a little rougher, also using his teeth to nip at the sensitive nipple. She groans, shifts one of her hands to support herself and buries the other in his hair, pressing him harder into her breast.
His hand cups her right breast with warm pressure while his mouth continued to lavish attention on her left. His other hand finds the hem of her skirt, which had ridden up quite high on her thigh and bunches it the rest of the way to around her waist. Eager fingers fumbled at her panties and although the strain on her arm made it quiver she braced her weight on it to lift her buttocks. He couldn't quite get them off, but he didn't need to. With, her help, the undergarment wasn't trapped between the SUV's hood and her ass and there was enough slack to pull the crotch of her panties aside. The wet material clung to her swollen lips, sticking to the flesh before relenting and lifting free under the urging of his fingers.
A sound, part whimper and part purr breaks from her lips as first one and then a second long, thick finger worms its way between her slippery folds and delves into her hot channel. He slowly pumps them in and out and her sex clenches against them. Her hips roll forward, matching his slow rhythm to drive him deeper. She draws in a shuddering breath as his thumb finds and slowly applies rolling pressure to her exposed clit. Pleasure assaults her senses. Her skin crawls with it, nerves jangling with the strain of conveying so much sensation as his hands and mouth explore her flesh with talent.
She can't believe the voice that whines in displeasure is her own when he slips his fingers from her snatch, leaving her channel to clutch upon itself instead of his caressing, probing digits. Her displeasure grows when he lifts his head, breaking her hold and taking his warm, sucking mouth and swirling tongue from her breast. But, she watches in fascination as he slowly brings his fingers up to his face. She can see them glisten, faintly, wetly in the moonlight before he plunges them into his mouth and sucks them clean of her juices. After he pulls them from between his lips with a soft pop, he smiles at her and then very slowly winks and licks he's lips, smacking them in enjoyment.
When he leans forward to kiss her, she hesitates for a moment, but he closes the distance between them quickly, capturing her lips. She tastes herself on his lips and tongue as it slips into her mouth to wrestle with hers. At, the same time, she feels the head of his cock rubbing between the folds of her snatch. Her desire is taking on a life of it's own and she worms her hand in between them and wraps her fingers around his hard shaft. She lets her fingers explore, comparing what her eyes had seen and she had felt against her inner thigh. He twitches and jerks in her grip as she slowly skims her hand up and down his length. Her hand glides on a slippery coat of her cream and his natural lube that she collects from his tip where it grows out of the slid in heavy dollops.
She guides him, rubbing him firmly between her folds until she sets him at her entrance. He thrusts forward and she gasps as he fills her. Her legs tighten around him, drawing him into her. Her flesh resists him despite her obvious willingness, but the persistent pressure of his thrust continues driving him relentlessly deeper into her. He fills her completely in one long, hard steady stroke, stretching her with his girth and pressing against her cervix with his length. The discomfort of being filled so fully and quickly only contrasts and intensifies the pleasure the friction brings.
He doesn't stay still for long. Her sex and her senses have barely had time to adjust to his pleasurable invasion when he withdraws. His hands take a firm grip on her hips and when he thrusts again, he pulls her hard onto him at the same time. Their bodies meet with a resounding slap and she is unable to stifle the throaty cry she makes as he penetrates her womb. Pain and pleasure swirl and mix, ripping through her sex and cascading through her body. This time he stays buried inside her, slowly rolling his hips and grinding his pubic bone into hers, holding her firmly against him with his hands. She is breathing hard as her body adjusts, trying to cope with the never-before-felt sensation of being penetrated so completely.
Her legs are slack around his waist and she can feel her arms shuddering violently with the effort of holding up her weight. His rolling hips mashes her clit into his pubes with electrical surges of pleasure making her channel clench against the thick throbbing, steel of his shaft and the small of her back tighten. She lets her eyes flutter closed and lowers herself, first onto her forearms and then flat onto the hood of the SUV. The metal of the hood is shockingly cold against her back and she can feel her jacket and top under her head. Her breasts feel hot, heavy and tingly as they jiggle slightly with his movement against her. The breeze tantalizes her nipples cooling her inflamed flesh.
Her heart is like some trapped animal, battering at her ribcage. She feels the muscles in her torso shudder with pent up energy as he slowly draws back. She opens her eyes, blinking. Her head lolls from side to side as he slowly starts stroking in and out of her. Her legs find strength and she tightens herself around him at the apex of his thrust, her hips bucking to hold their grinding connection for a few moments before releasing him. The pain and discomfort are gone and each stroke is an injection of fuel to the fire in the furnace that is her snatch. She can feel herself flood and her cream feels molten as it oils the pistoning rod of his cock as it plunges in and out of her. Her fingers find the edge of car and she grips it, bracing herself against his thrust.
She looks up at him, seeing a look of rapture and concentration on his face as he gauges her reactions and adjusts his movements appropriately. Their bodies collide and part, collide and part with ever increasing regularity. Her back arches and she finds herself rolling from shoulder to shoulder as she bucks against him. She can hear herself moan and mewl, but can hardly recognize the voice as her own. She can feel energy pooling in the pit of her stomach, a hard, tight and growing knot. Each pounding thrust winds the spring of her orgasm a little tighter and that much closer to breaking. Her body is awash with pleasure as it insinuates itself into every pore, snakes itself along every nerve and crawls up her spine to flood her brain. Her blood is pounding in her ears, a rapid backbeat to his exhalations that are a loud hiss through clenched teeth. She is delicately poised, balanced as she totters along the tightrope between seeking pleasure and finding release.
One of his hands leaves her hips and his fingers spider crawl their way up her taut, shuddering belly and up to her chest where it cups and fondles her breasts. The added sensation is too much for her. The spring is wound too tight, the energy too great to contain and her orgasm erupts through her being. She clutches at him, her arms, legs and sex all wrap and lock them selves around him. Her muscles tense and relax in rapid succession so it feels like she is shivering violently even as her back forms a flex bow. She cries out loudly into the night as pleasure rips through her senses and he continues to thrust into her tightly clasped channel. He presses at her cervix and then slides into her womb. She hears him, as if from a long distance a way, grunt loudly. He swells inside her pressing against the velvet vice of her flooded pussy and she feels even more liquid heat added to her own. Her world becomes unfocused as she sucks in air and pants it out in short puffs. Her snatch ripples around him, milking him and driving wave after intense wave of ecstasy through already taxed nerves to explode in a flash of brilliant light behind eyelids she hadn't even known she'd closed.
Lois' eyes shot open and she started awake, nearly toppling herself from the sofa she found herself stretched out on. Her heart was pounding and she found it hard to completely catch her breath. She looked around the small lounge of the Smallville Medical Centre. She must have fallen asleep and could still feel echoes and remnants of her dream, a dream she could still vividly remember, playing through her body. Her bra felt too small, her skin tight and prickly, and her panties clung damply to her flesh as she rubbed her thighs together subconsciously. She felt flushed and took slow, steady, deep breaths to bring her heart rate back under control.
"What a dream! That wasn't what happened when she'd met him only hours ago. Sure she'd seen him naked, because well he had been, but..." she thought and then smiled to herself. "But, from now on, in the dark of the night, when a girl might need to help herself out, as it were, that was how she would remember it. Well met, Mister Whoever You Are. Well met indeed." She promises herself and humming softly picked up a magazine and resumed waiting.
THE END