Close Contact"Clark, I don't think I want to wait anymore ..." Lois let her hands roam across his shoulders, pulling him closer and exploring the undulating planes of the muscles there. The smooth column of his neck led to corded muscles, taut under her hands and warm. Burrowing her fingers under his shirt, Lois sought the heat of his skin. A dark gold, smooth as satin and glorious to touch. Further up ... to his neck ... to his ears; Lois smoothed a fingertip around the whorls, delighting in the shudder that ran through him. Surely now ... the thought stopped, cut off abruptly by a sharp inhalation; Clark's hands had been busy whilst she'd distracted herself in the pleasure of his skin and a gentle tug on her breast had taken her by surprise. "Clark ..." half moan, half gasp; Lois barely recognised her own voice. His hand stilled for a moment; instinct mourned the loss of his touch and Lois found her hand flattened over his, guiding it back to the rhythm he'd been enjoying. No hesitation; he took up her lead and improvised on it. Lois let her hand rest on his, feeling the flex and play of his fingers echoing along his arm. With her senses close to overload, Lois' awareness of Clark ebbed and flowed; always aware of him, his scent - cinnamon, spice, a little chocolate and his mouth rich like cream - and his heat. From moment to moment she drifted; from the damp kisses he nibbled down her neck to the splayed pressure of his hand at her waist; his finger and thumb soft and insistent on her nipple; his breath on her collarbone. Lois let her head drop back, blinking for a moment at the ceiling before closing her eyes. Clark had found the fastenings to her clothing and the cool air of his apartment was playing havoc with her concentration as it drifted across her skin, damp from his mouth. She let her hand drift up to Clark's head, running her fingers through his hair. She'd started this but there wasn't a chance that she'd operate on anything but instinct now. Clark seemed focussed in a way Lois had never seen before; his concentration centred only on her was astonishingly erotic. Dragging herself unwillingly back into the moment, Lois caught the tendrils of that arousal and wove them around herself as she caught her lip between her teeth. Enough pressure to cause a little pain, to bring herself back to return some of Clark's concentration to himself. The barely-there sting of Clark's teeth grazing her nipple completed ignition and Lois found herself in the midst of a blaze that burnt hotter and higher than anything she'd known before. Letting the fire sweep through her she ran her hands over Clark's back, feeling her heat reciprocated; a moment's disorientation as she struggled to contain it. The easiest path was downwards; Lois took it, relishing the sensation of skin on skin - when had Clark dispensed with their clothes? Not that it mattered; honey and spice combined in sparks. She let herself slide down against Clark; his head came up as she started to move and she lost herself again in his eyes. She would later swear that she saw flames in their depths. The rug still held some of the day's warmth in it as she sank to her knees; Clark seemed immobile, watching her. Lois let her head drop forwards, her eyes caught by his arousal; she'd felt him against her as she lowered herself but touch and sight were such different senses ... she sighed; the sound broke Clark's spell and she felt his hands settle on her head. "Lois," his voice groaned through the silence of the apartment as she smoothed her palms up his thighs, then let her fingers encircle him. Caught in the confines of her grasp, he shuddered for a moment. Hard, pulsing quietly now in her hands; Lois licked her lips and smiled at the groan torn from the man standing before her. The tip of her tongue poked between her lips, caught between her teeth as she explored him with her fingers. Steel in silk; hot, the veins outlining the length of him. Lois finally leant forward just enough; she touched the tip of her tongue to his erection and paused, waiting for the groan. It was given readily enough; relishing the vibration of his voice through her Lois licked once, twice, then traced the groove under the swollen head. Opening her mouth, she slid onto him; the quiet pulse was stronger now and she could feel him lengthen again under her touch. Lois wrapped one hand around the thick base, the other teasing the sacs below and the cordon of muscle there. For a moment she just held him in her mouth, savouring the taste of him. Imagination didn't do him justice. Couldn't do him justice. Another groan; now Lois began to move, letting him slide from her then letting the vaccuum pull him back in. The hot silk of his skin rode over him, friction on friction despite the warmth. Clark's hands moved through her hair in random patterns, never pulling or guiding, just resting but growing a little more frantic; his moans grew deeper and longer, an almost continuous sound. The vibration, the rhythm, pulled through Lois and moments later, as Clark moaned her name almost coherently, the arousal almost snapped through her; instinct drove both of them and Lois found she was touching herself as a moment's clarity cut into the arousal. One hand threaded into the damp curls between her legs, a finger slipping in and out of herself in counterpoint to Clark's held-back thrusts into her mouth. Almost there wasn't enough, and Lois let Clark pull out of her mouth on the next stroke; before he had time to protest she grabbed one of his hands and pulled him down to the rug. No protest, he followed her demand immediately and settled between her legs, resting his weight on his arms. Lois was distracted for a moment by the play of his skin over the muscles there as he shifted; she was brought back to a taut-coiled arousal by the brush of his erection against her folds. "Are you sure?" Clark gasped. Lois simply nodded and rocked her hips up to meet him. Heat sank into heat, heart into heart. No more time, no more arousal to be built. One hard thrust, and instinct took Clark deep into her. The feel of him - finally inside her, where she'd felt him for months in her dreams - and Lois felt heat lightening shoot through her. One more thrust, and they took each other beyond light into a black intensity. The room reformed slowly in her senses; the rug scratching a little on her back, the hum of the refridgerator, the scent of herself and Clark together. Heady, perfect. Lois smiled to herself, then kissed Clark's closed eyelids. His arms tightened around her, and she smiled again. Days just didn't get any better; no matter what had happened earlier, days just didn't get any better.
Written: 28 July 1999 This was written as a response to Supermom's "What-If" and Wendy's 30 minutes challenge on Zoomway's boards. See index page for disclaimer and copyright acknowledgements. This story, however, is my copyright and is not to be distributed without my permission. |