Waiting Up

TITLE: Waiting Up

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 of 1

FANDOM: Smallville

SHIP: Lana / Lex

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Erotica

SPOILERS: A couple, Season Five and Six

UNIVERSE: A companion piece to "Anthony and Cleopatra". Try to read that before you read this.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Smallville. 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

Lana entered the room she now shared with Lex and frowned. There was a black, ribbon-tied box on the bed that hadn't been there when she had gone down to the library to grab something to read. She dropped the book on a nearby table and went over to the bed. She took the card that was tucked under the bow and flipped it open and it read: "Lana, wait up for me. XXX Lex." In flowing script

She smiled. He had been away on business in Tokyo for the last four days, the longest they had been apart since she had taken their relationship to the next level, and she had started to miss him. It wasn't as if they spent every waking moment together, but she had gotten used to having Lex share her meals, her evenings and her bed. She was surprised at how quickly she had gotten used to enjoying regular physical intimacy. She had never really thought of herself as a sexual person, but Lex had opened her eyes to a whole plethora of new and exciting experiences that had awakened a hunger in her she had never thought existed.

She undid the ribbon, lifted the lid of the box and parted the tissue paper to reveal its contents. She lifted out the lilac, satin nightgown with intricate lace trim at the bodice and along the hem. It wasn't quite a nightgown as she held it up in front of herself. It was more like a mix of a teddy and a slip, as it would fall only to about three quarters of the way down her thighs if she wore it. The box contained nothing else, so after laying her gift out on the bed, she discarded it. She checked her watch. It was a little after eight, but she had no real idea when Lex would be getting home. She decided to take a leisurely bath and then she'd simply wait up as he had asked. Humming softly, she went into the adjoining bathroom and started the water fill the giant, sunken tub. She poured in a little rose all, and then added some more. The luxurious tub felt like a miniature swimming pool to her and she had a hard time getting the ratio right. She stripped out of her clothes and underwear she had been wearing and after testing the water with a toe and finding the temperature to her liking, slid into it.

She turned off the water and then sunk down into the caressing embrace of the hot water. Her hair fanned out behind her as she relaxed, her face the only thing above the surface of the water. She let her mind drift as tendrils of steam rose from the water and turned the details of the bathroom soft and hazy, giving her the illusion of floating in some kind of dream world. She thought about Lex and the things they'd done since the night of the masquerade ball when they had consummated their relationship. He had taken her to the best restaurants and shows, had taken her to some of the most exotic and beautiful places on the planet, sometimes on a simple whim, but these were just the things that came with dating a multi-billionaire. He had done, no they had done other things, intimate things, as a man and a woman that had a far more profound effect on her.

He was an expert lover, and it had intimidated her at first, but he was so patient with her relative inexperience. He had and was slowly coaxing a sexuality out of her she had not known she possessed. She didn't like to compare, but the short sexual relationship she had enjoyed with Clark, although intense and wonderful, had been first time explorations for both of them, but with Lex it was like having a guide who could show her past her inhibitions and point out new and nuanced features in the landscape of sex. His confidence and expertise often calmed her own nervousness or uncertainty about trying his suggestions or of late her own in their lovemaking.

She let her mind wander over some of the more memorable things they'd done and her hands, unbidden began to caress her breasts and the inside of her thighs as she sort echoes of the pleasure she had received. Lana was actually a little shocked as she catalogued the wide range of places they had managed to have sex, made love and on one occasion fucked. That word, still jarred, even in her mind, but they had done precisely that, fucked. A simple request from him that led to a wild, animalistic coupling in the back of his limousine that had left her dress torn, her underwear ruined, bruises on her hips and breasts and her legs wobbly after multiple orgasms. He'd apologized for the bruises. That had been when she had realized how much her attitude to sex had changed. They'd been returning from Metropolis, after a night at the opera. He'd turned to her and taken her hand in his and asked her: "Lana you look absolutely ravishing. I'd like to fuck you. Would you let me fuck you?" His manner made it seem like the most civilized of requests, but his tone offered the sultriest of promises.

"Fuck me?" she'd queried, unable to keep the shock out of her voice although her imagination had grasped his meaning quite clearly. "Yes. Right here and right now I'd pretty much like to tear off as much of you clothes as is necessary to get inside you and fuck you until you cum and then keep fucking you until we both do." He clarified, emphasizing the word fuck each time he said it and each time he had, her sex had clenched and her cream had flooded out of her to soak into her panties. She didn't just say yes, she'd said: "Lex, I'd like you to fuck me."

In the bath her hand cupped her crotch and she lightly ground the palm of her hand on her awakening clit while working her fingers through her swollen lips and blossoming folds while its twins squeezed her breast and pulled at it until she was pinching and stretching her tight, hard nipple. She pleasured herself to the memories of how his hands felt on her body as he pulled her to him and tore the modest slit of her dress to reach panties. The sharp moment of pressure as the waistband of her panties bit into her skin before they ripped and the intense, predatory almost feral look in his eye that made her felt like prey. The momentary fear followed by a thrill of adrenaline and a rush of desire as his fingers roughly found her sex while his lips plundered hers with bruising force. The bodice of her dress would suffer the same fate as its slit as his other hand sort and found her breast. She had carried his fingerprints on her flesh for a week before the circular bruises of his grip faded.

He had worked her clit, none too gently, and she mimicked that same rough treatment under the hot water of her bath, splashing the water as her hips bucked and rolled in response when she slid two fingers into her clenching, flexing channel and sawed them back and forth, twisting slightly to tickle that special spot inside her. He had brought her to a screaming climax with his hands and then while she had still been dazed and quivering in its overwhelming pleasure he had somehow positioned her on her hands and knees, and with her dress hiked up around her waist had gripped her hips and pulled her back hard to impale her on his long, hard, throbbing cock. She had cried out in pain and pleasure as he tore through her tightly climax clenched flesh. Her hands slid forward with the force of his thrust and the jarring impact of their bodies colliding and she had to scrabble at the leather of the seat to maintain her balance. Then, he showed her the true meaning of the word fuck.

He took her and she surrendered. He pounded into her again and again and again with near brutal force and abandon and she let him manhandle her as he saw fit. Her sex had flooded almost in self-defense to deal with his assault. He whispered praises and encouragements, as well as lude suggestions and wicked promises into the shell of her ear as he bent over her back. His nimble fingers again found her already over-sensitized, buzzing clit and with ruthless determination he had driven to climax after climax, his thick, unrelenting shaft driving through her spasming flesh. Her cries became whimpers, yet she could not tell him to stop until as inevitability dictated, he tensed behind her, slamming into her one last time before pouring himself into her with had, bucking surges and a savage roar.

He held her up until his climax passed and then controlled their collapse until they were lying on their sides, her back pressed against his chest, his cock slowly shrinking inside her. She couldn't quite focus, no matter how much she blinked and she drew her legs up to her chest, hugging them to her. She groaned as he popped out of her and then sighed as he wrapped his arms around her. Her sex still twitched and sparked and she felt a little sore when she felt him lightly kiss her shoulder and then her neck. "Lana? Are you okay?" he asked. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be quite so rough, but you are just so sexy and it felt so incredible, I... I lost control. You drove me crazy for a while there." He continued apologizing before she could answer. "I'm okay, Lex. Good actually, just a little sore, but I've never climaxed so hard, so many times before." She answered as her breathing came back under her control.

They stayed like that, with him softly kissing her neck and shoulders until they pulled up to the mansion. She groaned as her body complained when he helps her to sit up. He helped her into his jacket to hide the ruin of her dress. The chauffeur had opened the door and Lex had exited first and had then reached back to help her out. She had thought she had recovered from the intense experience he had given her, but her legs failed to take her weight and she'd stumbled against him. Lex had simply swept her into his arms and carried her up stairs to their bedroom, where he'd stripped her out of her dress while running a bath for her in the very tub she now lay in. He had added bubbles and laid her into it with tender care, letting the warm water soak away her aches before bathing her and putting her to bed. She'd been half asleep in the tub and the last thing she remembered was him tucking her in, lightly brushing her hair from her forehead and place a light kiss on the skin he had exposed. Before she drifted off to sleep.

Lana gasped as she gave herself an enjoyably manageable climax, pleasure sliding across her senses in rippling waves of release and relief. And, then simply lay back and relaxed in the hot water with wreaths of hazy steam curling in the air around her as it ran its course. She relaxed until the water began to cool and then sponged herself off and got out of the bath. She had half expected him to be there, but to her disappointment he wasn't. She continued to dry her hair a she padded over to the bed.

She slipped the nightgown over her head and felt the material caress her skin as it slid into place. She sat down at her dressing table and picked up her hairbrush. She slowly began to brush her long, dark hair. It was one of the things that had never changed in her life, her one constant. She fondly remembered her mother doing it before the meteor shower and her aunt after. A hundred strokes each night, the simple repetitive motion calmed her before bed. She hummed softly, accompanied by the soft hiss of the bristles combing through her hair.

The soft tread of his shoes alerted her to his presence before she saw him over her shoulder in the reflection of the mirror in front of her. She rose and turned as he enfolded her in his arms and she tilted her head back to receive his slow, searching kiss of greeting. She felt his lips smile against hers before he broke the kiss. "I missed you." Lex admitted as he held her close, his hand sliding from the small of her back to rest on her ass and she could feel the beginnings of his erection press against her belly through his pants oand the thin material of her nightgown. "I missed you too. She informed him with a smile and rested her cheek on his chest, her arms wrapped around his waist.

"I see you got my little gift." He commented. Yes, thanks, its exquisite." She thanked him. "You're exquisite, Lana, the lingerie is just icing on top." He complimented her. "There's icing?" she asked playfully. "There might be." He answered suggestively and she let out a soft rumbling sigh as his hand slid from her ass and onto her thigh and then back up under the hem of her nightgown and between her legs, his fingers rubbing lightly through her folds. She felt his cock lurch and grow against her belly. She undid his belt and unbuttoned his slacks, sliding a hand into his pants and through the fly of his boxers, even as she unzipped him.

She found his cock, feeling it continue to harden as it throbbed in her hand, his skin soft and smooth over the hard muscle as she ran her hand along his expanding length. "Hmmmm. That feels good." She stated, encompassing both the feel of his cock in her hand and his exploring hand on her. He used his free hand to sweep the hair out of her face and bent down to kiss her hungrily in response. Their lips wrestled, slid and sucked sensuously while teeth nipped and scraped when tongues weren't playfully fencing. She pushed his pants off his hips and they fell to the floor and were shortly joined by his boxers.

His angle was a bit awkward, but two of his fingers found their way inside her, caressing her intimate flesh and giving it something to test its twisting, clenching grip on. She felt a tingling buzz on her nipples as the hardened and shifted against the material of the nightgown, the skin on her breasts becoming hot and taut as her body reacted to his touch and the anticipation of what was to come. She fondled his balls and ran her hand along his rock hard shaft, now at its full majestic length and girth and she groaned into his mouth as her memory supplied the details of how it would feel as it filled and stretched her.

She allowed him to break the kiss with some reluctance, licking her lips to capture the last of his taste. He tilted his head slightly as he looked down at her. "Turn around." he instructed her. She gave him a questioning look and squeezed his cock lightly and he gave her a slow wink. She released his cock after one last full-length caress and did as he asked. She started to bend forward, eager to have him inside her, but he stopped her. "Soon, but not yet, My Sweet Lana." He explained, holding her upright and her back pressed against his chest. She felt a shiver run down her spine at the smoky promise in his voice. He dragged her heavy tresses of her shoulder and she tilted her head to the side as he bared the alabaster column of her neck and began to nuzzle at it, his lips leaving blooms of heat and pressure on her skin. She could feel his erection nestled against the top end of her butt crack and she pressed back, rocking slowly back and forth to rub the smooth satin along his throbbing member.

She watched them in the mirror as she ran one hand up the inside of her thigh and again found her sex, cupping and rubbing her, matching his pace to her rocking and applying firm, warm pressure to her exposed clit. She spread her legs a little further in approval and encouragement as she let more of her weight rest back against him, her head lolling on his shoulder as shivers of pleasure quaked into her belly and rocked her nerves. His free hand found the thin strap on her shoulder and followed by his lips slid it off the curve of her shoulder. His teeth nipped at her shoulder, testing the skin and muscle with sharp pressure and then laving the sensation away with his warm, wet swirling tongue. His bald head shifted up and he met her eyes in their reflection.

He deliberately, slowly folded back part of her bodice and sliding his hand under the curve of her breast scooped it out, revealing it to him in the mirror. He cupped her pert, firm globe, weighing it and testing the pliability and resilience of her flesh at the same time. His thumb drew a tingling track around her areola. "I swear your skin is one of the smoothest things I've ever felt." He whispered, lightly tracing his tongue along the shell of her ear before nipping at her earlobe. Lana couldn't find an answer to his compliment as his thumb found and rolled her nipple while his fingers also caressed her sweet spot and two waves of pleasure simultaneously blossomed through her system, making her heart race an her breath hitch.

She reached up and cupped the back of his smooth hairless head pulling him forward and he craned around while she turned and they could share a passionate, if awkward kiss. He continued to play her body like a virtuoso violinist, his fingers dancing across her skin and inside her snatch with expert skill and maximum effect. Lana felt herself panting and heavy lidded as her orgasm built in the pit of her stomach, a growing tightness and tension that sparked with energy and promise.

Lana licked her lips, swallowing around one of the string of moans that slid from her lips to wet her dry throat and gather her wits. "Lex... Stop... Stop playing with me... It...It feels so... So good... So damn good, but... But it's... It's not what I want.... I want..." she pleaded, her voice shaky and hesitant with desire and her battle to maintain control as he pleasured her. He slowed his pace, but didn't stop. "What do you want, Lana Lang?" he asked his tone seductive while yet, at the same time, conveying the message that she wouldn't get what she wanted unless she put it into words. She could see him watching her in the mirror, his eyes intent and hungry.

She rolled her shoulders back against his chest, closing her eyes to find the word in the darkness behind her eyelids and the will to get them out of her lips. "I want you inside me. She finally blurted out," her voice louder than she intended and sounding frantic to her ears. "Christ, you're even more beautiful when you're revved up." He informed her. "Please." She begged simply, her tone desperate and nearly pained. "Anything for you, Lana. You know that, anything." He told her and his hand left her breast and applied pressure between her shoulder blades while he shifted back, allowing her to bend forward. Lana groaned and pushed back as he ran the thick, pointed head of his cock through her moist folds and found her entrance. He toyed with her for a moment longer, pulling away when she thrust back and then grasping her hips slowly thrust into her. She flicked her hair back and out of her face so she could see him in the mirror while her spine arched and she gripped the edge of the dressing table as he filled and stretched her inch by delicious slow inch.

His hand slid over her shoulder, curving around it and with gentle guiding pressure, she rocked back on him as he rocked forward. "God, I've really missed you." He whispered in a passion-roughed voice from above her as they increased the range of their movements and his strokes lengthened inside her. She kept pace with him as he moved faster and thrust harder, shifting her grip on the dressing table to better brace herself and thrust back onto his lunging cock. She liked being able to see him in the mirror, see the awe and passion in his face as they strained together, but it felt so good and it took so much effort to hold up her head as she channeled more and more of her energy into trying to give him as much pleasure as he was giving her and she finally had to sacrifice the view. She lowered her head and her hair settled around her face in a soft shifting curtain as she rocked and was rocked by the shockwaves produced by his pelvis crashing into her ass, again and again.

She could hear him breathing hard, but steadily above her. His hand moved from her shoulder to her exposed neck, which he massages as he gradually slowed his pace. Her groans changed from coping with the intense pleasure that was her rapidly driving her to climax, to one of frustration as he thrust less and slower and ground against her ass more. She was all for grinding, but in their present position it wasn't against her clit which left her close, but unable to finish. "Lex?" she questioned him and was shocked by the naked desperation in her voice. He moved his hand from her neck and her waist and started rubbing the firm globes of her ass, gripping them, testing their pliability and spreading them and then pressing them together. This was not all together unpleasant, but it didn't make up for her need to have him continue to move his length inside her.

"Lana? Would you like to try something, something different?" he asked her, his voice serious and speculative. Lana raise her head and swept her hair out of her face so that she could see his reflection. "Different? How?" queried with a slight frown. He seemed to measure her for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly as if to ascertain not only whether she would be amenable to his proposition, but also even whether it was worth pursuing. "Different as in, I'd like to put my dick in here." He explained after his pause, spreading her ass cheeks and firmly rubbing his thumb across the puckered rosebud of her anus. She didn't know if she flinched at his unexpected touch or the realization of what he was proposing. "Or maybe not." He concluded, removing his now slightly probing digit. "It was just a suggestion. Being inside you like this is absolute heaven and already more than any man could want." He told her as he started to rock inside her once more.

Her mind was a chaotic whirl of curiosity, shock, intrigue and fear. She had never really given the idea of anal sex the slightest consideration and now she was suddenly confronted by it. Two months ago she would have rejected the idea as repulsive, but now a very strong part of her argued that she would never truly know if she didn't try. There had been other things she hadn't done until he'd asked her or guided her into them, and they had turned out better than well. He started to lengthen his stokes again, and the pleasurable friction of his shaft sliding through her intimate flesh mingled with her uncertainty. She worried at her lower lip, looking at him in the mirror as he tilted his head back slightly his eyes half closed, his hands massaging her hips as he thrust into her and pulled her onto him at the same time.

"I... I didn't say no." she stated a bit hesitantly. "You didn't have to, Darling. Forget about it. Think about it if you like and we can try another time. It was just too tempting an idea to pass up with out at least asking. It isn't for everyone and as much as I would like to, I can't promise that you'll like it or that it won't hurt." He informed her, bending over her back and kissing her shoulder. Her slid his hand along her side over her ribs and cupped her breast, squeezing and caressing it. She licked her lip, easing the sensation of pressure her teeth had left. "You've done it before?" she asked, their eyes meeting in the silver surface of the mirror and then he craned over her and she turned her head so that they were looking at each other. His cock buried to the balls and his pelvis pressing and grinding against her ass cheeks as he rolled his hips in slow, tight circles, stirring her molten insides and keeping her building climax on course. "Yes, A few times." He replied simply. She nodded and made her decision. "We can try it now if you still want to. I'd... I'd like to find out what it feels like." She told him, her voice stronger and steadier than she had anticipated. He once again gave her a speculative and appraising look. "Are you sure, Lana?" he asked, giving her a simple out. She knew he really wanted to take her like that, she could see it in his eyes and for him to continue to fight his desire for her benefit touched her heart.

"Yes, Alexander, I'm sure." She confirmed and closed the distance between them, twisting her head until she could kiss him. The position was awkward, but they maintained the kiss for as long as they could. "I'll go slow and if it gets too much for you or you want me to stop for whatever reason, tell me and I will. Okay?" he promised. "Okay." She acknowledged as he straightened and moved back. The head of his cock remained inside her, rubbing through her slick, swollen folds as he reached next to her and took her hand lotion from the dresser. She heard the characteristic sound of him working the pump and then she felt a healthy, cool dollop of the cream dribble onto her asshole. She flinched again when one of his fingers applied pressure to her sphincter. "Try to relax, Lana." He instructed her and she tried, although her response had been involuntary. He continued to apply pressure and his long, slender, pianist finger slowly sank into her rear entrance.

She squirmed slightly with the strangeness of the sensation as with careful attention and a slow steady pace he inserted his well-lubricated finger to the knuckle and then slightly crooked it to caress her rectal flesh. It felt alien and as such uncomfortable, but not bad. He kept his movements gentle and slow and began to work digit back and forth with a slight twisting motion that produced a tingling friction as her flesh clenched slightly around his finger. He withdrew his finger and she felt him add more lotion. She didn't tense at his touch, but immediately realized that this time he was applying pressure with two of his fingertips. Lana tried to relax, taking deep breaths through her nose and exhaling slowly as her asshole offered what seemed like far more resistance to his probing digits than it had before, but with patient persistence and a moment of uncomfortable complaint his fingers made headway and slowly worked their way into her rear channel. He twisted and parted his fingers slight, testing the resistance of her flesh and stretching her virgin entrance.

She grimaced slightly as her flesh protested the unfamiliar invasion. "You're doing great, Baby." He soothed and encouraged her at the same time as he continued to work his fingers in her ass. She adjusted and her discomfort faded and again she came to the conclusion that it didn't feel bad. Somehow, he still had the presence of mind to keep his cock sliding back and forth just inside her pussy and through her folds so that the entire experience was also accompanied by a steady flow of enjoyable sensations. Despite the plethora of sensations and feeling she was processing, her mind also found the time to do some comparative calculations and she felt her first touch of doubt as she considered the size of his length, and girth in terms of what only two of his fingers felt like. She swallowed nervously when he withdrew his fingers. "Are you ready, Lana?" he queried and she took a moment before answering in the affirmative." Remember, if you want or need me to stop just tell me." He reminded her and she nodded, not trusting her voice to betray her apprehension.

Lana immediately missed the feel of his dick, even with its slight penetration as he guided his pointed head higher. There was a moment of limbo when he wasn't touching her and her nerve almost broke and then he returned the lotion bottle to the dresser an one of his hands was spreading her buttocks while he positioned himself and pressed against the puckered starfish of her anus. Her grip tightened on the edge of the dressing table and although she was diverting all her will to the task, she still flinched away from the pressure. She felt the grip of his hand on her hip increase in an attempt to anchor her as the pressure of his dick on her asshole increased as well. Her tight ring resisted him and they reached a strange standoff until he backed off. "Try to relax, Lana." He suggested and the pressure returned. She let her head droop, her eyes on the dork polished wood of the dressing table where she could see her distorted reflection before her hair tumbled down to shroud her in darkness.

This time he would not relent and she felt a sharp rise in discomfort as his dick slowly made headway against her resisting flesh. Discomfort flashed into a sharp sting of pain that made her eyes widen as she cried out. She burned where her anus now stretched around his cock below its flare-helmeted head. Lana fought hard to catch her breath, her ass sporadically clenching in a vain attempt to dislodge its unmoving alien invader. "Lana? Lana, are you okay?" he called to her, his voice sounding strange and far away. "It hurts." She complained. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked. "No." she panted. "Just give me a few moments. He began to lightly stroke her back, with gentle even pressure. "Just relax and breath." he offered as the stinging burn faded to the dull ache of strained and stretched muscles.

He began to rock back and forth, slowly working his erection deeper into her ass. Lana grimaced, hissed and occasionally gasped as discomfort would flare to pain and then subside. She blinked rapidly, and was glad her hair hid her face as she felt a single tear roll down her cheek as he stretched her rear channel with his slow steady passage, but she didn't tell him to stop. Time lost its meaning and she used little things like forcing her breathing into a deep, steady rhythm and the feel of the dressing tables edge biting into her palm to distract her from the weird, uncomfortable feeling of fullness his cock created in her bowels. He groaned and she grunted as his pelvis pressed against her ass cheeks, and he was finally fully inside her.

He remained still then, but she could feel his cock throbbing with his heart beat against the tight sheath of her no longer virgin ass. He leaned over her, his breath hot on her neck and shoulders. "You did great, Baby. You feel so amazing. You're so amazing, for letting me... You're just so amazing." He praised her. His words seemed to help her body adjust to the intrusion of his erection as much as it bolstered her flagging determination to continue. They stayed still a few moments more and then he slowly began to move again, keeping his strokes short and slow at first. The friction of his cock ploughing into and being dragged out of her ass felt strange to her. It held some of the similar traits of pleasure as when he was in her pussy, but yet, somehow felt wrong.

He reached around and began to fondle her breast, squeezing the flesh and working her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The more familiar source of pleasure helped her to relax and dispelled some of the strangeness she felt, as his strokes grew longer. The longer they continued, the more her body seemed to adjust and after some guidance from him, she actually found herself pushing back onto him. "That's it." He encouraged on a groaned puff of air as they ground together, his cock stirring her dank depths. His other hand, after caressing her taut belly, found her snatch, rubbing through her folds before focusing nimble fingered attention on her clit.

He began to thrust harder and despite her body's newfound acceptance of his penetration, she let out a soft cry as discomfort and pleasure mixed. She couldn't stifle the cries that left her lips each time his hips crashed into her buttocks, driving her forward and sending shockwaves through her entire body, and stopped trying. His hand continued fondling her exposed breast, sending surges of hot delight spearing into her chest. His arm pressed and brushed against her breast and nipple still covered by her satin nightgown adding to the sensation. His nimble fingers made her clit spark and caused her snatch to clench and rub against itself and the stalled growth of her climax got a new infusion of life. "Are you okay?" he asked and she could hear tightness in his voice that spoke of a strain for control, but still held a strong note of genuine concern. "Don't... Stop!" she panted vehemently even as she was rocked by the strength of his thrust and the mixed blessing of his thick, long shaft stabbing into her bowels.

They continued to strain together, his delightful hands augmenting the unexpected pleasure she was now receiving from his plunging cock. He somehow maneuvered two of his fingers into her snatch while his thumb rolled her clit with unrelenting pressure and pace. Her snatch clutched at his probing digits, grateful for the resistance they provided and she felt her stomach start to quiver, her pussy flooding as the energy of her building climax started to test the bounds of its containment. "Cum for me, Lana. I want you to cum... I want you to know the pain and discomfort you endured to get here was worth it." He almost commanded above her as his hand worked hard and he thrust faster and harder.

She started to tremble and then, flicking her hair back she lifted her head and had a screaming orgasm. Her muscles locked, her spine tensing into a taut bow that made her shoulder blades grind together as electric energy crawled through her body with lightning speed carrying a devastating payload of pleasure that heated her skin and drove her heart into overdrive. The air she sucked in through her wide open mouth burned her chest and seemed insufficient to the task of feeding her misfiring muscles and she panted rapidly. Her nails scraped along the wood of the dressing table as her fingers clenched as her ass and snatch twitched, twisted and clenched. Her eyes caught her reflection as motes of light swam through her vision and she hardly recognized the wild-eyed, sweat-glistening face, surrounded by a damp, dark halo of tussled hair as her own.

Lana cried out again as she felt Lex swell inside her and then pump liquid heat into her bowels in a series of heavy pulsed spurts, his hips pumping and grinding against her ass. She saw him in the mirror, head thrown back, teeth and jaw clenched, eyes fierce and his chest heaving under the dress shirt he had never removed. His hands rested on her buttocks as he straightened to deal with his release and without his support she struggled to hold herself up as her climax ran its course and the rapid expenditure of energy left her drained and weak. She could feel her legs and arms tremble and she lowered her head, resting her forehead on the delectably cool surface of the dressing table, Her hands hurt from the grip she had exerted and she let go, letting her rest on her forearms instead and concentrated on the soul purpose of catching her breath.

She let out a whimpering groan as he withdrew from her. She could still feel an echo, like a ghost of his length and girth inside her. She groaned again and then sighed as he maneuvered her into his arms and swept her off her feet. She hooked an arm around his neck and he lowered his head and they shared a long, searching kiss, which he eventually broke to smile down at her. "When you promise different, you sure deliver, Lex Luthor" She commented and he chuckled. "And, you, Lana Lang, are truly an amazing woman and... I... I love you." He told her, saying the last three words softly and with a sincerity hat made her heart skip a beat. "I love you too, Lex." She told him and didn't find the reservations she'd had when saying those words to him in the past and they kissed again. "Bath or bed?" he asked after breaking their kiss with a series of light pecks. "Bed." She replied simply.

She clung to him for a moment as he lowered her to the bed. "I'm glad I waited up for you tonight." She informed him and then let go. "He adjusted her night gown to once more cover her breast and settled the covers over her. She sighed when he brushed stray curls of her hair out of her face with a light touch and then bent down and kissed her forehead. "I'm glad you did too." He told her and she floated in a comfortable drowsy haze and drifted off to sleep, after a few minutes once she felt him slide into the bed next to her.

THE END