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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
6,113
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Awakening
TITLE: Awakening
AUTHOR: Midknight
CHAPTER: 1 of ?
FANDOM: Smallville
SHIP: Clark / Lana
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Romance and Erotica
SPOILERS: A couple, Season Five
UNIVERSE: As per cannon.
SYNOPSIS: My take on what Lana and Clark might have got up to between the end of episode 2 and the beginning of episode 3 in Season 5.
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.
FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - midknight_tales@yahoo.com
CHAPTER ONE
The Talon, Smallville, Night
Lana hummed softly to herself as she wiped down the service counter. It was just after ten and the Talon was empty and officially closed. She smiled. She'd be seeing Clark soon. She heard a noise behinds her and turned, and there he was as if her thought had conjured him. "Hi." They greeted each other casually, but each closed the distance between them and he wrapped her in his strong arms as she tilted her head and accepted his warm, deep, exploring kiss.
She murmured her approval into his mouth as their tongues and lips danced and she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body firmly against his. At, the touch of his lips, her body had come alive with desire as her nipples hardened and her sex clench against itself, her folds swelling and becoming moist. She could feel his reaction to her too, pressing warmly against her belly through his jeans. He lifted her slightly off her feet before breaking the kiss and then put her down again. They grinned at each other.
"Did you have a good day?" he asked, although he had been in and out of the Talon all day. "Pretty good." She replied, turning back to the counter to finish cleaning it. He moved up behind her, pressing lightly against her butt and back before wrapping his arms around her waist in a gentle embrace. She moved slightly back, pressing herself a little more firmly against him, feeling the bulge in his jeans settle against the crack of her ass. "And you?" she enquired. "Good, and getting better." he replied in the shell of her ear, planting a kiss just below it on her neck. She stopped wiping the counter as his hand slid lower, his palm cupping her and his fingers slowly applying warm, pressure to her sex through the material of her dress and the panties underneath. She groaned slightly with pleasure and the dilemma of whether to press back against the throbbing bulge of his erection or the inviting pressure of his hand. He nuzzled at her neck, his lips warm and a little wet and she let her head loll to the side to give him better access.
She hadn't really thought of herself as a sexual person, but after giving her virginity to Clark it was as if a switch had been flipped and something had woke inside her. It wasn't like she was obsessed by it, it was just that she was suddenly a lot more curious about it as well as open to sating that curiosity and her new found desires. Clark seemed to feel the same way. There were slight changes in him, which she liked. He seemed more open and confident and they simply couldn't keep their hands off each other since that night on the floor of the living room just above their heads.
Several days earlier...
They'd said what they wanted to say and after the encounter with those escaped Bellereve freaks, things were very clear as she lay back onto the rug and pulled him down off the sofa to join her. They kissed, tenderly at first, but then with more heat as lips parted and tongues hungrily explored newly discovered territory. He hovered above her, but some of his weight pressed warmly down on her thigh and torso. She could feel him against her, shifting, hardening and growing in his jeans. Nervous energy zipped through her, powering the reactions in her own body as she felt her sex flower open and grow hot and tingly. The skin of her breasts felt tight and the once soft satin of her camisole felt suddenly rough as her nipples grew and hardened, sliding against the material. They broke the kiss and he shifted back, kneeling between her legs. They looked at each other searchingly as she sat up as well and then she slowing began unbuttoning her blouse answering the unasked question between them.
She found that love scenes in movies and even the soft porn she had seen, left a lot of the little details out and she now knew why. Getting out of a tight fitting pair of jeans wasn't the sexiest or easiest or most dignified or mood sustaining of things, maybe for some one with a bit more experience, but not her. Forgetting to take her boots off first didn't help either. But, unasked, Clark rose to his feet, reached down and helped her, wrestling off her boots and then took her jeans the rest of the way off leaving her in a pair of pale lavender panties and the matching camisole. She pulled her camisole off over her head and had to drag her wealth of dark curls out of her face as they dropped back down. She'd found him frozen and staring, his jeans halfway down his thighs. There was a look of awe and appreciation on his face, that brought a flush to her cheeks and despite the fire in the nearby fireplace, the air felt cool against her sensitive skin. She licked her lips, which suddenly felt dry as his eyes drank her in. She could see his erection, tenting the front of his boxers, twitch and pulse in reaction to the first sight of her breasts. She could still remember the feel of his big, strong hand on them in the loft earlier that day before they were interrupted even through the material of her t-shirt and bra. The moment stretched out a little longer and then with a little shake he let his pants drop to the floor, stepping out of them.
He had removed his shirt, t-shirt and work boots before rising, leaving him in only his boxers as he looked down at her. "God, you're beautiful." He told her, his voice hushed and resonating passion and simplistic honesty. She didn't know what to say to that, so she didn't say anything, but instead settled back down on the rug and held out her hands to him in invitation. "Come here." She told him in a tone that matched his. He didn't come into her arm, but instead stretched out next to her, onto his side and she shifted to face him, his strong hand on her hip pulling her toward him. He positioned his thigh between her legs and she draped her leg over his, pressing herself against him. His hand slid up her back, his fingers leaving tingling little trails that remained after they had passed. He found the strong column of her neck and guided her head to his and into another blistering kiss.
His thigh was warm and solid against her crotch and her hips began to undulate, grinding and rubbing herself against him through the thin, damp material of her panties. Surges of delight joined the desire coursing through her body. She'd always thought she'd be a little more fearful or nervous about what she was about to do, but she was strangely comfortable and her nervousness was closer to anticipation than worry. She wormed her hand in between them and ran it up and then down the length of his shaft, measuring its length and thickness as it pulsed hotly through the cotton of his boxers. They groaned into each other's mouths as they explored, teased and touched. His lips left hers and they were both breathing a bit heavily. His mouth worked its way down her neck, sucking and licking at her skin leaving blooms of heat in their wake and she breathlessly voiced her approval and encouragement. His tongue dipped into the hollow at the base of her throat and explored it lightly before his lips continued their downward journey.
She found and unbuttoned the fly of his boxers and slipped her hand inside, finding his erection and wrapping her slim fingers around it. She had never felt anything more alive in her life. She could feel his heartbeat through its smooth, warm, slightly veined surface as she explored his length. His shaft was velvet, wrapped around steel, offering firm resistance to the pressure of her gripping fist as she skimmed it slowly up and down his length. The measurements her sex -charged brain were constructing from her sense of touch were impressive and just a little unsettling. He was long, by her calculations well above average (if the internet was to be believed), slightly curved and after a slight ridge he tapered to a rounded point. She heard him give a little grunt, his lips vibrating against he skin and his cock jerked and she felt heavy dollops of slippery fluid spill onto her fingers as they circled his head. "Did you just...?" she asked a little wide-eyed. "No." he answered simply as she continued to stroke him, his lubrication now aiding her progress. He was also thick, her fingers just barely touched even as she tightened her grip to jack him more firmly.
His lips found her breasts, his lips felt nice and warm on the upper curve of the pert, right globe, his breath tickling her. She drew in a sharp breath and then let it out in slow hiss when he found her nipple and suckled at it, his lips drawing it and some of her breast into his mouth while his tongue lovingly laved the hard sensitive nub. Her back arched and she pressed her flesh into his mouth. He repeated himself on the other breast, and then hungrily alternated between the two. His hand, in the mean time had reversed its journey and slid down her back to find, cup and caress one of her panty-clad buttocks firmly, strong fingers rhythmically testing the resilience of her toned ass. Her nerves sang and vibrated with the intensity of the sensation they were feeding into her brain which was having a hard time keeping up as she tried to process and catalogue all of them. She could feel her sex roil and flood in continuous waves as she rubbed and ground against him. The crotch of her panties were soaked and clung to her, dragging against her flesh as she shifted adding to the stimulation of her humping his thigh.
There was a flowing rise and ebb to desire when they had set boundaries, they knew when to cool off, but now without those limits, things just continued to build. She could feel her orgasm building, the same as when she pleasured herself, but at the same time completely different. Masturbation required concentration and intellectual stimulation as well as physical. The power behind the mounting pressure in her core was purer and, for the first time, the work of another person and was tied to heartfelt and intense emotions of love.
He lifted his lips from her breast, breathing hard, his chest heaving. She saw him grit his teeth, his jaw clenching and the corners of his eyes tightening. His hand left her ass and grabbed her wrist, stilling her hand on his cock and she loosened her grip. He closed his eyes and took a deep shuddering breath through his nose and then slowly let it out through his mouth. After a few breaths he opened his eyes and his features relaxed. He released her wrist and she withdrew her hand from his boxers. She kissed him, tenderly, softly, with only a quick, light probe of her tongue between his lips and then rolled onto her back. She reached for the waistband of her panties and lifting her ass she started to push them down. They clung damply to her sex, but Clark's hands took over the task of peeling them off her. He lifted her legs and pulled them up and off her legs after he had shifted to kneel between them. He ran his hands up her legs, testing the muscles with firm pressure, tracing the curves and exploring their shape before lowering them to either side of him.
She lay before him completely naked for the first time, legs spread and exposed, and for the first time she felt the slightest twinge of apprehension, but seeing the desire and love in his eyes made her own passion flare, burning away the worry and galvanizing her need. He removed his boxers, a little awkwardly, but he managed it and she got her first look at his manhood as it sprung free of the undergarment, bobbing almost as if it was straining to reach her. He was indeed a big boy and she squirmed slightly at the thought of where that thick, long shaft would shortly be going. He started to lower himself over her and then stopped and sat back up. The look of worry and anxiety on his face made her sit up. "Oh shit. Dammit! Lana, I'm... I'm so sorry. I... We... I... don't have any condoms." He explained and she relaxed. Her heart had leapt into her throat, thinking he had for some unfathomable reason decided he didn't want to continue. "I'm on the pill, Clark." She told him calmly. "But..." he began, but she cut him off by placing a finger over his lips. He was a boy scout, albeit a slight unprepared one this time, and it was one of the things she loved about him, but it was not what she wanted just then. "It will be fine. Trust me. I want you, Clark. I want you inside me ... Now." She bulldozed over his objections and stated her desire as plainly as she could. She grasped his shoulders and pulled him with her as she settled back onto the rug.
He accommodated her, stretching out between her legs. Most of his weight was held on his forearms and knees, but his hard washboard stomach rests lightly on hers and her breast flattened a little against his chest. She felt his erection brush the inside of her thigh as he hovered over her. She reached for him and then guided him to her entrance. The feel of his pointed head sliding through her swollen lips gave her an electric little thrill and they were poised at the point of no return. She urged him forward and then let go of his dick as his hips continued the forward momentum and he started sliding into her. Her breath caught and she made a short, sharp gasp as he entered her moist, slippery, but resisting flesh. Her sex tensed and clenched at him in defense as his pointed tip spearheaded the assault and his thick girth widened the breach, filling and stretching her. He continued to drive forward with slow steady pressure, going ever deeper. She shifted, clutching at his forearms and spread her legs wider trying to ease the discomfort that mingled with the pleasure of his invasion of her virgin territory.
She grimaced at the twinge of pain as he parted and stretched parts of her that her fingers hadn't reached. She didn't have a barrier for him to tear. She had sacrificed her hymen to horse riding or more correctly show jumping in her early teens, but Clark wasn't exactly small. He was trying, keeping his movement slow and smooth, allowing her to adjust. He also maintained eye contact with her, his pale, steel blue orbs locked to hers radiating love and adoration along with desire. She let out a heavy sigh and drew her legs up and wrapped them around him as their pubic bones met and they ground together. He rocked slightly back and forth inside her and her hips rolled and bucked to mash her sparking clit against the base of his cock. "They had done it!" the thought ran jubilantly through her mind as the last of the discomfort and ache of being so completely filled faded leaving only pleasure. They exchanged soft kisses and quiet words of affection before they began to move. He started off with short, slow, gentle strokes, but soon graduated to longer ones at a faster pace, which she matched with tensing legs and rising hips. Her sex lubricated hot and copiously, remaining tight around him, but evenly, welcomingly so. Each penetration and withdrawal drew fiery, sizzling trails of delightful friction through her already hot and molten core. She shifted her hands from his forearms to his back, feeling his muscles flex and shift as he moved inside her.
He told her how beautiful she was, how great she felt, how he could get enough of her and she praise and encouraged him, urging him on. His words were almost as pleasurable as his dick. Their bodies met with a wet, slapping sound as they both strained against each other. Each pleasurable impact sent shockwaves into her body, making her breasts tremble, as well as shift back and forth with the momentum of their movement. She licked dry lips and swallowed convulsively to wet a throat dry from dragging in panting breaths through her mouth. She could feel the wave of her orgasm picking up speed, rolling faster and faster and gaining energy and force as it grew closer and closer to cresting. She could feel her belly start to quiver with the strain of keeping that energy and force in check. She could feel the coiling, tightness in the pit of her stomach that were the herald of her climax, but with an intensity she had never felt before. She felt his rhythm start to falter slightly, while his strokes increased in strength, rocking her with their impact. She could see the strain of control in his face. He was drawing in heavy breaths through his nose and then let them hiss out through gritted teeth, his jaw clenched. He was close too. It hadn't taken very long, but they had both been so charged and ready, she wasn't surprised. She had read somewhere, that the first time usually was quick. The same article also said the average woman seldom reached an orgasm their first time. It had been wrong about that point or she was way above average because she was right on the verge of one that, by all indications was going to rival the eruption of Mount St Helens.
"God, Lana, I love you." He almost growled as he pulled back and drove into her one more time before with a grunt he through back his head. She felt him tremble inside her and swelling, pressing against the tight confines of her snatch before he pumped his seed into her with jerking surges that added liquid heat to her own. She wanted to say something, to echo his sentiment, but the wave of her orgasm crested and broke on the shore of her climax like a sudden blow, leaving her stunned and ripping a wordless cry from her lips. Her body tensed, muscles bunching tightly and drawing her spine into a taut, vibrating bow as energy coursed through her nervous system carrying pleasure and delight with it. She shuddered as her sex locked a death grip on his thick, hard, resisting shaft, even as it jerked and pulsed against it with his release, which, in turned, caused more waves of climactic energy to ripple through her. Her chest felt like a furnace and there just didn't seem to be enough air in the world to fill her lungs. Her eyes had gone wide and the world became blurry and indistinct. She heard him groan above her. Her cry had died and she could here the strangest sound over the pounding of her blood in her ears as it was driven by the trip hammer beat of her racing heart. It took her what felt like ages to realize that the whimpering mewl was coming from her lips as she tried to articulate the intensity of her climax as it skirted along the line between pleasure and pain as her sense overloaded and the world disappeared into the darkness behind her eyelids as she closed her eyes.
She don't know how long she lay there, like that, floating and giving herself the time she needed to process her first true and intensely climactic sexual experience. But, her awareness of the world returned slowly and gently with fairly random observations. The rug tickling her back, told her that she was once again lying flat on it. Well-used muscles complained slightly as she let her legs unlock and slide back to the floor. She could feel the occasional trickle of sweat slide along her skin. She could still feel him inside her, slowly shrinking. His weight was warm pressure across her torso and her breasts were flattened against his hard chest, and she felt his cheek resting on her chest, his breath hot against her skin. She ran her hand through his hair, stroking his head lightly. Lana decided right then and there that she liked sex and that they would be doing it again and often if she had anything to say about it. He shifted and took some of his weight on his elbows. He smiled down at her and she smiled up at him before they shared a slow, tender and intimate kiss during which she felt him slip from her, her sex giving a final clench in a failed attempt to keep him in place and sending the ghost of one last pleasurable surge through her.
He broke their kiss and gently shifted a stray lock of her hair that had fallen into her face off it and tucked it behind her ear. "I love you too, Clark." She told him, now having the voice and wit to articulate and return his declaration. "That was amazing. You're amazing." He complimented her with another light quick kiss. She could feel liquid result of their coupling slowly trickling out of her, unmistakable evidence that this was real and not some extremely vivid dream. "You're not so bad yourself." She reciprocated and lightly stroked his cheek. "Now I think we could do with a shower and then I think I'd like it if you took me to bed. What do you think, Clark?" she suggested. "Are you tired?" he asked. "No, not particularly." She replied and gave him a saucy wink and he chuckled.
TO BE CONTINUED
AUTHOR: Midknight
CHAPTER: 1 of ?
FANDOM: Smallville
SHIP: Clark / Lana
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Romance and Erotica
SPOILERS: A couple, Season Five
UNIVERSE: As per cannon.
SYNOPSIS: My take on what Lana and Clark might have got up to between the end of episode 2 and the beginning of episode 3 in Season 5.
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.
FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - midknight_tales@yahoo.com
CHAPTER ONE
The Talon, Smallville, Night
Lana hummed softly to herself as she wiped down the service counter. It was just after ten and the Talon was empty and officially closed. She smiled. She'd be seeing Clark soon. She heard a noise behinds her and turned, and there he was as if her thought had conjured him. "Hi." They greeted each other casually, but each closed the distance between them and he wrapped her in his strong arms as she tilted her head and accepted his warm, deep, exploring kiss.
She murmured her approval into his mouth as their tongues and lips danced and she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body firmly against his. At, the touch of his lips, her body had come alive with desire as her nipples hardened and her sex clench against itself, her folds swelling and becoming moist. She could feel his reaction to her too, pressing warmly against her belly through his jeans. He lifted her slightly off her feet before breaking the kiss and then put her down again. They grinned at each other.
"Did you have a good day?" he asked, although he had been in and out of the Talon all day. "Pretty good." She replied, turning back to the counter to finish cleaning it. He moved up behind her, pressing lightly against her butt and back before wrapping his arms around her waist in a gentle embrace. She moved slightly back, pressing herself a little more firmly against him, feeling the bulge in his jeans settle against the crack of her ass. "And you?" she enquired. "Good, and getting better." he replied in the shell of her ear, planting a kiss just below it on her neck. She stopped wiping the counter as his hand slid lower, his palm cupping her and his fingers slowly applying warm, pressure to her sex through the material of her dress and the panties underneath. She groaned slightly with pleasure and the dilemma of whether to press back against the throbbing bulge of his erection or the inviting pressure of his hand. He nuzzled at her neck, his lips warm and a little wet and she let her head loll to the side to give him better access.
She hadn't really thought of herself as a sexual person, but after giving her virginity to Clark it was as if a switch had been flipped and something had woke inside her. It wasn't like she was obsessed by it, it was just that she was suddenly a lot more curious about it as well as open to sating that curiosity and her new found desires. Clark seemed to feel the same way. There were slight changes in him, which she liked. He seemed more open and confident and they simply couldn't keep their hands off each other since that night on the floor of the living room just above their heads.
Several days earlier...
They'd said what they wanted to say and after the encounter with those escaped Bellereve freaks, things were very clear as she lay back onto the rug and pulled him down off the sofa to join her. They kissed, tenderly at first, but then with more heat as lips parted and tongues hungrily explored newly discovered territory. He hovered above her, but some of his weight pressed warmly down on her thigh and torso. She could feel him against her, shifting, hardening and growing in his jeans. Nervous energy zipped through her, powering the reactions in her own body as she felt her sex flower open and grow hot and tingly. The skin of her breasts felt tight and the once soft satin of her camisole felt suddenly rough as her nipples grew and hardened, sliding against the material. They broke the kiss and he shifted back, kneeling between her legs. They looked at each other searchingly as she sat up as well and then she slowing began unbuttoning her blouse answering the unasked question between them.
She found that love scenes in movies and even the soft porn she had seen, left a lot of the little details out and she now knew why. Getting out of a tight fitting pair of jeans wasn't the sexiest or easiest or most dignified or mood sustaining of things, maybe for some one with a bit more experience, but not her. Forgetting to take her boots off first didn't help either. But, unasked, Clark rose to his feet, reached down and helped her, wrestling off her boots and then took her jeans the rest of the way off leaving her in a pair of pale lavender panties and the matching camisole. She pulled her camisole off over her head and had to drag her wealth of dark curls out of her face as they dropped back down. She'd found him frozen and staring, his jeans halfway down his thighs. There was a look of awe and appreciation on his face, that brought a flush to her cheeks and despite the fire in the nearby fireplace, the air felt cool against her sensitive skin. She licked her lips, which suddenly felt dry as his eyes drank her in. She could see his erection, tenting the front of his boxers, twitch and pulse in reaction to the first sight of her breasts. She could still remember the feel of his big, strong hand on them in the loft earlier that day before they were interrupted even through the material of her t-shirt and bra. The moment stretched out a little longer and then with a little shake he let his pants drop to the floor, stepping out of them.
He had removed his shirt, t-shirt and work boots before rising, leaving him in only his boxers as he looked down at her. "God, you're beautiful." He told her, his voice hushed and resonating passion and simplistic honesty. She didn't know what to say to that, so she didn't say anything, but instead settled back down on the rug and held out her hands to him in invitation. "Come here." She told him in a tone that matched his. He didn't come into her arm, but instead stretched out next to her, onto his side and she shifted to face him, his strong hand on her hip pulling her toward him. He positioned his thigh between her legs and she draped her leg over his, pressing herself against him. His hand slid up her back, his fingers leaving tingling little trails that remained after they had passed. He found the strong column of her neck and guided her head to his and into another blistering kiss.
His thigh was warm and solid against her crotch and her hips began to undulate, grinding and rubbing herself against him through the thin, damp material of her panties. Surges of delight joined the desire coursing through her body. She'd always thought she'd be a little more fearful or nervous about what she was about to do, but she was strangely comfortable and her nervousness was closer to anticipation than worry. She wormed her hand in between them and ran it up and then down the length of his shaft, measuring its length and thickness as it pulsed hotly through the cotton of his boxers. They groaned into each other's mouths as they explored, teased and touched. His lips left hers and they were both breathing a bit heavily. His mouth worked its way down her neck, sucking and licking at her skin leaving blooms of heat in their wake and she breathlessly voiced her approval and encouragement. His tongue dipped into the hollow at the base of her throat and explored it lightly before his lips continued their downward journey.
She found and unbuttoned the fly of his boxers and slipped her hand inside, finding his erection and wrapping her slim fingers around it. She had never felt anything more alive in her life. She could feel his heartbeat through its smooth, warm, slightly veined surface as she explored his length. His shaft was velvet, wrapped around steel, offering firm resistance to the pressure of her gripping fist as she skimmed it slowly up and down his length. The measurements her sex -charged brain were constructing from her sense of touch were impressive and just a little unsettling. He was long, by her calculations well above average (if the internet was to be believed), slightly curved and after a slight ridge he tapered to a rounded point. She heard him give a little grunt, his lips vibrating against he skin and his cock jerked and she felt heavy dollops of slippery fluid spill onto her fingers as they circled his head. "Did you just...?" she asked a little wide-eyed. "No." he answered simply as she continued to stroke him, his lubrication now aiding her progress. He was also thick, her fingers just barely touched even as she tightened her grip to jack him more firmly.
His lips found her breasts, his lips felt nice and warm on the upper curve of the pert, right globe, his breath tickling her. She drew in a sharp breath and then let it out in slow hiss when he found her nipple and suckled at it, his lips drawing it and some of her breast into his mouth while his tongue lovingly laved the hard sensitive nub. Her back arched and she pressed her flesh into his mouth. He repeated himself on the other breast, and then hungrily alternated between the two. His hand, in the mean time had reversed its journey and slid down her back to find, cup and caress one of her panty-clad buttocks firmly, strong fingers rhythmically testing the resilience of her toned ass. Her nerves sang and vibrated with the intensity of the sensation they were feeding into her brain which was having a hard time keeping up as she tried to process and catalogue all of them. She could feel her sex roil and flood in continuous waves as she rubbed and ground against him. The crotch of her panties were soaked and clung to her, dragging against her flesh as she shifted adding to the stimulation of her humping his thigh.
There was a flowing rise and ebb to desire when they had set boundaries, they knew when to cool off, but now without those limits, things just continued to build. She could feel her orgasm building, the same as when she pleasured herself, but at the same time completely different. Masturbation required concentration and intellectual stimulation as well as physical. The power behind the mounting pressure in her core was purer and, for the first time, the work of another person and was tied to heartfelt and intense emotions of love.
He lifted his lips from her breast, breathing hard, his chest heaving. She saw him grit his teeth, his jaw clenching and the corners of his eyes tightening. His hand left her ass and grabbed her wrist, stilling her hand on his cock and she loosened her grip. He closed his eyes and took a deep shuddering breath through his nose and then slowly let it out through his mouth. After a few breaths he opened his eyes and his features relaxed. He released her wrist and she withdrew her hand from his boxers. She kissed him, tenderly, softly, with only a quick, light probe of her tongue between his lips and then rolled onto her back. She reached for the waistband of her panties and lifting her ass she started to push them down. They clung damply to her sex, but Clark's hands took over the task of peeling them off her. He lifted her legs and pulled them up and off her legs after he had shifted to kneel between them. He ran his hands up her legs, testing the muscles with firm pressure, tracing the curves and exploring their shape before lowering them to either side of him.
She lay before him completely naked for the first time, legs spread and exposed, and for the first time she felt the slightest twinge of apprehension, but seeing the desire and love in his eyes made her own passion flare, burning away the worry and galvanizing her need. He removed his boxers, a little awkwardly, but he managed it and she got her first look at his manhood as it sprung free of the undergarment, bobbing almost as if it was straining to reach her. He was indeed a big boy and she squirmed slightly at the thought of where that thick, long shaft would shortly be going. He started to lower himself over her and then stopped and sat back up. The look of worry and anxiety on his face made her sit up. "Oh shit. Dammit! Lana, I'm... I'm so sorry. I... We... I... don't have any condoms." He explained and she relaxed. Her heart had leapt into her throat, thinking he had for some unfathomable reason decided he didn't want to continue. "I'm on the pill, Clark." She told him calmly. "But..." he began, but she cut him off by placing a finger over his lips. He was a boy scout, albeit a slight unprepared one this time, and it was one of the things she loved about him, but it was not what she wanted just then. "It will be fine. Trust me. I want you, Clark. I want you inside me ... Now." She bulldozed over his objections and stated her desire as plainly as she could. She grasped his shoulders and pulled him with her as she settled back onto the rug.
He accommodated her, stretching out between her legs. Most of his weight was held on his forearms and knees, but his hard washboard stomach rests lightly on hers and her breast flattened a little against his chest. She felt his erection brush the inside of her thigh as he hovered over her. She reached for him and then guided him to her entrance. The feel of his pointed head sliding through her swollen lips gave her an electric little thrill and they were poised at the point of no return. She urged him forward and then let go of his dick as his hips continued the forward momentum and he started sliding into her. Her breath caught and she made a short, sharp gasp as he entered her moist, slippery, but resisting flesh. Her sex tensed and clenched at him in defense as his pointed tip spearheaded the assault and his thick girth widened the breach, filling and stretching her. He continued to drive forward with slow steady pressure, going ever deeper. She shifted, clutching at his forearms and spread her legs wider trying to ease the discomfort that mingled with the pleasure of his invasion of her virgin territory.
She grimaced at the twinge of pain as he parted and stretched parts of her that her fingers hadn't reached. She didn't have a barrier for him to tear. She had sacrificed her hymen to horse riding or more correctly show jumping in her early teens, but Clark wasn't exactly small. He was trying, keeping his movement slow and smooth, allowing her to adjust. He also maintained eye contact with her, his pale, steel blue orbs locked to hers radiating love and adoration along with desire. She let out a heavy sigh and drew her legs up and wrapped them around him as their pubic bones met and they ground together. He rocked slightly back and forth inside her and her hips rolled and bucked to mash her sparking clit against the base of his cock. "They had done it!" the thought ran jubilantly through her mind as the last of the discomfort and ache of being so completely filled faded leaving only pleasure. They exchanged soft kisses and quiet words of affection before they began to move. He started off with short, slow, gentle strokes, but soon graduated to longer ones at a faster pace, which she matched with tensing legs and rising hips. Her sex lubricated hot and copiously, remaining tight around him, but evenly, welcomingly so. Each penetration and withdrawal drew fiery, sizzling trails of delightful friction through her already hot and molten core. She shifted her hands from his forearms to his back, feeling his muscles flex and shift as he moved inside her.
He told her how beautiful she was, how great she felt, how he could get enough of her and she praise and encouraged him, urging him on. His words were almost as pleasurable as his dick. Their bodies met with a wet, slapping sound as they both strained against each other. Each pleasurable impact sent shockwaves into her body, making her breasts tremble, as well as shift back and forth with the momentum of their movement. She licked dry lips and swallowed convulsively to wet a throat dry from dragging in panting breaths through her mouth. She could feel the wave of her orgasm picking up speed, rolling faster and faster and gaining energy and force as it grew closer and closer to cresting. She could feel her belly start to quiver with the strain of keeping that energy and force in check. She could feel the coiling, tightness in the pit of her stomach that were the herald of her climax, but with an intensity she had never felt before. She felt his rhythm start to falter slightly, while his strokes increased in strength, rocking her with their impact. She could see the strain of control in his face. He was drawing in heavy breaths through his nose and then let them hiss out through gritted teeth, his jaw clenched. He was close too. It hadn't taken very long, but they had both been so charged and ready, she wasn't surprised. She had read somewhere, that the first time usually was quick. The same article also said the average woman seldom reached an orgasm their first time. It had been wrong about that point or she was way above average because she was right on the verge of one that, by all indications was going to rival the eruption of Mount St Helens.
"God, Lana, I love you." He almost growled as he pulled back and drove into her one more time before with a grunt he through back his head. She felt him tremble inside her and swelling, pressing against the tight confines of her snatch before he pumped his seed into her with jerking surges that added liquid heat to her own. She wanted to say something, to echo his sentiment, but the wave of her orgasm crested and broke on the shore of her climax like a sudden blow, leaving her stunned and ripping a wordless cry from her lips. Her body tensed, muscles bunching tightly and drawing her spine into a taut, vibrating bow as energy coursed through her nervous system carrying pleasure and delight with it. She shuddered as her sex locked a death grip on his thick, hard, resisting shaft, even as it jerked and pulsed against it with his release, which, in turned, caused more waves of climactic energy to ripple through her. Her chest felt like a furnace and there just didn't seem to be enough air in the world to fill her lungs. Her eyes had gone wide and the world became blurry and indistinct. She heard him groan above her. Her cry had died and she could here the strangest sound over the pounding of her blood in her ears as it was driven by the trip hammer beat of her racing heart. It took her what felt like ages to realize that the whimpering mewl was coming from her lips as she tried to articulate the intensity of her climax as it skirted along the line between pleasure and pain as her sense overloaded and the world disappeared into the darkness behind her eyelids as she closed her eyes.
She don't know how long she lay there, like that, floating and giving herself the time she needed to process her first true and intensely climactic sexual experience. But, her awareness of the world returned slowly and gently with fairly random observations. The rug tickling her back, told her that she was once again lying flat on it. Well-used muscles complained slightly as she let her legs unlock and slide back to the floor. She could feel the occasional trickle of sweat slide along her skin. She could still feel him inside her, slowly shrinking. His weight was warm pressure across her torso and her breasts were flattened against his hard chest, and she felt his cheek resting on her chest, his breath hot against her skin. She ran her hand through his hair, stroking his head lightly. Lana decided right then and there that she liked sex and that they would be doing it again and often if she had anything to say about it. He shifted and took some of his weight on his elbows. He smiled down at her and she smiled up at him before they shared a slow, tender and intimate kiss during which she felt him slip from her, her sex giving a final clench in a failed attempt to keep him in place and sending the ghost of one last pleasurable surge through her.
He broke their kiss and gently shifted a stray lock of her hair that had fallen into her face off it and tucked it behind her ear. "I love you too, Clark." She told him, now having the voice and wit to articulate and return his declaration. "That was amazing. You're amazing." He complimented her with another light quick kiss. She could feel liquid result of their coupling slowly trickling out of her, unmistakable evidence that this was real and not some extremely vivid dream. "You're not so bad yourself." She reciprocated and lightly stroked his cheek. "Now I think we could do with a shower and then I think I'd like it if you took me to bed. What do you think, Clark?" she suggested. "Are you tired?" he asked. "No, not particularly." She replied and gave him a saucy wink and he chuckled.
TO BE CONTINUED