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Fic Notes: This story was originally posted on the Divine Intervention forums before all NC-17 stories were removed. This is not my story, but I'm reposting it for all the Clois lovers out there and I hope they enjoy. Horizontal is one of my all time favorites. This story takes place sometime between Season 6-7.
She was trembling. She was beginning to sweat with anticipation.
His tongue very slowly began to move in and out of her. It moved in circles, then gently snaked back deep inside.
The moans had to come. She couldn’t help it.
She threw her head back against the pillow as he grasped her legs, wrapping his arms around them as he alternated between shoving his tongue in and licking her everywhere outside.
He was just moving in and out. And out and in.
Her hands left his hair and grabbed the bed sheet on either side. She bucked her hips up, shoving them in his face. Her toes curled as she raised her knees up alongside his head.
He was getting faster. She never knew a tongue could move like that. Her breaths quickened. It was going to happen. She didn’t know if he was ready for it but it was coming anyway.
She gasped and let out a moan as her breathing slowed.
She’d heard about people seeing stars after a great time. She never believed it until now.
He finished licking her and then slowly crawled back on top of her.
She was still trembling. He gave her soft kisses on her shoulder, neck and then gently on her lips. She could now taste everything, which oddly turned her on even more.
He pressed his hips against her. He was still excited.
What was this guy on? Didn’t those commercials say that if it lasted longer than four hours to see a doctor?
Not that she really minded…
She could feel him. He wanted inside.
She was still trying to catch her breath.
She had to smile. There was absolutely nothing wrong. She just couldn’t breathe.
“Nothing..just.” Whew. Take a deep breath. “I just need a minute.”
She closed her eyes as he nodded his head and smiled. He grabbed her hand, interlocking their fingers as she laid her arm behind her head.
She was burning up. And not just because of what happened. She pulled the sheet out from under her head and threw it off of them. Blowing the hair out of her eyes, she looked at him and smiled.
They didn’t need words. His devilishly handsome smile was enough.
Of course, the added wink helped, too.
He started with her neck. That was certainly her weak spot. She moaned a little every time his lips gently swept across her neck, then landing just below her ear.
His hand softly massaged her breast, his fingers lightly caressing her nipple, then gently squeezed it.
No, she was certain she’d never felt like this before.
But as much as he’d already surprised her, she never saw his next move coming.
He rose off her, standing on the bed. She looked up at him above her as he straddled her.
What was he doing?
She more than blushed at the thought of exactly where her head would be as soon as she did that.
But she did it anyway and he moved behind her, sitting on the top of the headboard. She turned to look at him as he sat, nearly eye level with all the excitement.
“Clark, what are you-”
“Shhh… No talking. Just stand and come here.”
Okay, no one ordered Lois Lane around. But considering what was at stake here, and what just happened, she happily obliged.
She rose and took a few steps on the mattress, before she had to grab his hand. She was still a little lightheaded from a few minutes earlier.
He pulled her closer, wrapping his arm around her waist. His hand drifted down to her lower back and then farther lower still, caressing everything along the way.
The chills came and never stopped. But this time it wasn’t because of her wet hair.
She was just the right height for him to fit nicely between her legs. She didn’t think she’d be up for a third go-round in such a short amount of time, but she was wrong.
She closed her eyes as he slowly slid inside. They were both already wet, mostly from all that happened earlier.
They simultaneously let out moans as he held her tightly. She braced herself on the wall behind him as she began to ride him, slow and easy at first, then becoming faster and more intense.
Their breathing began to sync. The headboard creaked as it beat against the wall. But they couldn’t stop. She couldn’t stop moving. She could feel it coming again.
Not this soon. Please not this soon. She just didn’t want this feeling to end.
But all good things must at some point.
Besides, if it happened three times in less than one hour, who knows how many times it could happen in a night. The possibilities were endless.
He grabbed the back of her head and kissed her hard on the lips as they moaned and she collapsed in his arms.
She felt as if she’d run a marathon and a half. There had to be a water break before they had another go.
She was beyond the point of trying to understand it all. She’d figure it out in the morning, after she’d had some sleep.
Their breathing slowed as she rested her head on his shoulder, his arms still wrapped around her. He was still inside her, too. She thought she could still feel him pumping just a little.
Did the man ever quit?
He smiled and whispered softly in her ear as she took deep breaths and attempted to recover.
“Hey, it can’t all be horizontal, now can it?”
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She wasn’t sure what time he fell asleep. But she was sure it was after it’d happened three more times.
She’d never had a night of six times before. She was exhausted.
But she wasn’t complaining. However, she was still confused. And a little sore in certain…areas.
The sun was now breaking through the shades in the bedroom of her tiny apartment. She winced and closed her eyes as she tried in vain to keep the sunlight from piercing her retinas.
All of a sudden, she felt a hand slide along her side and wrap around her waist. They were both still naked. His hand softly caressed her stomach and moved up to one of her breasts, massaging it. He pulled her towards him and she rolled on her back, turning her head to look at him.
He had that look again. The bedroom eyes had returned.
He didn’t say a word. He ran his hand along her cheek then up into her hair as he kissed her, plunging his tongue deep into her mouth.
Talk about a wake up call.
She wasn’t sure what her breath smelled like first thing in the morning, but she knew it couldn’t have been great. But apparently, he didn’t mind. He alternated between shoving his tongue in her mouth and gently sucking on her lips.
She was so sore. She didn’t know how much more she could take. In the back of her mind, in the naughty corner, she always wanted to have one of those day long marathons. But she never realized the physical pain…especially down there.
But as he slowly rolled on top of her, pressing his hips against hers, she was sure she could suffer through the pain.
He was already excited. But that was nothing new. She’d been with a couple of guys who’d woken up excited. It must just be the thought of having a naked girl in bed with them. Of course, she was a little happy that a naked guy was in her bed, too. She was just still recovering from last night.
She wanted answers from him. She wanted to know why he kept initiating everything. She wanted to know why she had sex with Clark Kent six times in the last twelve hours.
But a seventh time with him would be okay, too. She’d get answers later.
After all, it was hard to resist those baby blues, the rippling muscles and him teasing her by letting the tip of him hover just outside while he dripped on her.
No…the answers could wait a little longer.
She reached up and pulled him closer to her. She didn’t think she’d be up for it. But she’d been wrong before.
The moaning had already begun. He slowly slid inside as he gently kissed her on the lips. He pressed himself against her body, wrapping his arms around and under her. She held onto him around his upper body as he began to move faster.
She gasped and moaned louder. He never said a word. He never moaned. He kept his eyes shut the whole time. He never once looked at her.
But she watched him the whole time.
She moaned in rhythm every time he shoved it in. It became faster and faster. She wrapped her legs around his and pushed her hips against him. The pressure was too much. She couldn’t hold it in any longer.
She didn’t even realize she said it until it left her lips. She couldn’t believe she said it.
He held his breath and she watched him close his eyes even tighter. She, too, closed her eyes and gasped as they momentarily halted, She could feel him pump into her. The force of him inside her caused her to have one of the best of her life. She let out a loud moan as she relaxed in his arms.
They laid there for a couple of minutes. He’d collapsed on top of her. He sighed and slowly slid out of her.
He never looked at her. Instead, he pushed himself off of her, rolled out of the bed and walked to the bathroom.
She was stunned. He didn’t say a word. He just did it and left.
In an odd way, she was slightly turned on by it. Is this what Lana had? No. It couldn’t be. She wouldn’t be that stupid to screw up something this fantastic.
She heard him raise the toilet lid. Why did every guy do that immediately afterwards? It kinda killed the moment. Not that there really was one that morning.
Then, she heard it. She heard the shower curtain swish open and the water began to run in the tub.
But she couldn’t believe what she heard when he finally decided to speak.
“I’m gonna take a shower. Come join me in about five minutes.”
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Should she? The mere thought of it gave her chills.
She glanced at the clock. Had it been five minutes yet?
Oh, she didn’t care if it had or not. For some reason, she was slightly turned on by his attitude that morning. He was different. It’s like…he wasn’t really Clark. At least the Clark she’d come to know. She liked him this way. He was demanding, confident, sexy. He was a challenge and completely unpredictable.
And she loved it.
She threw the covers off of her and rolled out of bed. Slowly, she walked to the bathroom and pushed the slightly ajar door open. Steam poured out of the shower and hit her, warming her skin as she moved closer to the tub.
She could see his outline through the opaque shower curtain. Even his silhouette was sexy.
She heard the water splash as he washed himself. What should she do? Should she just pull the curtain open? Should she cough to make her presence known?
But she didn’t have to. He whipped the curtain open and looked at her, smiling that gorgeous Kent smile.
“Hey, Beautiful.” She stood shocked in front of him as the water splashed against his back, then trickled down his body. He was already excited again. She tried to look at his face, but the sheer size and absolute perfection of it kept her focused solely on it. One hand gripped the shower curtain as he reached out with the other to her. “Come on in. The water is…” He paused to look her up and down, smiling. “…fine.”
She sighed and rolled her eyes, then looked at him and smirked.
She paused only briefly, then took his hand and stepped into the tub.
Her body was instantly warmed as the water hit her. He pulled her close to him and smiled as he looked her in the eyes, then gently leaned in and kissed her. She closed her eyes. The tingle rippled throughout her body as he kissed her lightly on the lips.
Maybe it was the mere anticipation of him. She didn’t know what he was going to do. Of course, at the moment, she wasn’t too sure what she was going to do either.
They’d had sex seven times since he showed up late yesterday evening to help fix the pipe. Why had it happened? What was going on with him? He had initiated it. He had initiated everything.
Not that she was complaining.
It just seemed that their friendship was now at a completely different level.
He slowly let his hand drift down her side. His light touch sent chills through her body and she moaned as his lips found her neck. He sucked just below her earlobe as his right hand moved to her breast, gently massaging it. His fingers lightly rubbed over her nipple until it became erect, then he softly squeezed it as he sucked a little harder on her neck.
She couldn’t believe she was getting turned on again. This had never happened to her before. At least, not this often.
She had to have him again. She wanted him inside.
Running her fingers through his hair, she let her other hand trail downward across his chest, slowly feeling his muscles, past his stomach, caressing his abs, then farther still to his long erection. She lightly touched him, first to see how he would respond.
For the first time since they’d been going at it, he moaned and smiled at her. She looked up at him and smirked as he went back to kissing her neck, then her shoulder, then drifted down to her breast, taking it softly in his mouth.
She gently squeezed his penis, the water making him already wet and slippery. Her breathing became deeper as she ran her hand the length of his penis, softly squeezing each time she reached the tip of him. Her other hand left his hair and dropped to his testicles. She grabbed them and began to delicately massage them.
His breathing became more intense. He put both hands on her shoulders to stop her.
But she hadn’t done that in…
Oh screw how long it’d been. You never really forget those things, now do you?
Besides, Clark Kent was asking her to give him a blowjob. And that, quite frankly, turned her on.
He pushed her down as she leaned over and, keeping one hand on the lower end of his penis, slowly wrapped her lips around the tip of him.
He let out a moan as her lips made contact. He grabbed her head, running his fingers desperately through her hair as she began to take more of him into her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down as she sucked on him, careful not to let her teeth touch him. She’d learned they don’t like that too much.
Her hand began to squeeze his penis as she moved faster up and down his shaft. It followed her mouth, up and down, squeezing gently the whole way. Her other hand reached around and gripped his butt for support.
She could feel the goosebumps pop up as she lightly caressed his butt. She closed her eyes and smiled at the thought of giving him goosebumps.
She was getting turned on the faster she moved. He was moaning louder and breathing harder. He gripped her hair with such intensity that he was almost pulling it. But she didn’t care.
She almost wanted to pull away before he shot into her mouth. She’d rather stand up, shove him deep into her and go at it. She wanted to feel him thrust against her. She wanted to feel him inside her. She wanted it hard.
But he was close. She could taste it. She swallowed in between the sucking. She felt herself becoming wetter.
Before she knew it, she began to moan, too. That, apparently, did it for him. He let out a loud moan as he pumped in her mouth.
Her eyes popped open as she never lost momentum, but continued sucking him off. He said her name.
He said her name…
He hadn’t said it before when they were in the throws of it. In fact, he hadn’t said much of anything. She’d said his name. But…he just now said hers.
It did not pass her by.
She sucked him as he slowly stopped pumping. She braced herself for the bitter taste and swallowed. It sent chills throughout her body.
She stood and looked at him. He gently took her face in his hands and kissed her. It was so tender, so…loving.
It was enough to make her weak in the knees.
She let out a soft moan as he broke the kiss and smiled at her. She couldn’t help but smile, too.
“I’m hungry. You wanna find some food?”
Wha--? Um. What? Food?
Didn’t she just--? And she’s still a little…
He was knocking her sideways with this unpredictability he had going on.
She shook her head of the confusion and smiled weakly at him.
“Um…sure, I guess.”
He reached around and turned the shower off. A slight chill swept over her as he flung the shower curtain open. He stepped out of the tub and reached into the cabinet, pulling out a couple of red plush clean towels for them. He tossed one to her as she stood naked, her arms wrapped around her, in the old bathtub.
She grabbed the towel, wrapping it around her as she stepped out of the tub and stood next to him. He’d already begun to towel off, running the towel up and down his body, drying off every inch. She watched as he threw the towel around his back like a cape, grabbed either end of it and quickly dried off his back.
She suddenly realized she was watching him with a gaping mouth and quickly began to dry herself off. She’d dried off her body and then bended over, flipping her wet hair and rubbing it with the towel to take some of the wetness out. When she stood she saw he’d been watching her, as well. She wrapped the towel around her body and smirked at him.
He stood there, the towel wrapped around his waist, the water in his wet messy hair lightly dripping on his shoulders.
She couldn’t help but smile even more as he winked at her.
Yep, he was in a very good mood now.
Well, at least she knew what could do it.
He leaned in and kissed her on the cheek.
“Thanks for that in the shower.”
What do you say to that? You’re welcome just doesn’t seem…appropriate.
He turned and almost walked out of the bathroom, but stopped to turn back to her.
“By the way, I love those earrings. You know, red is one of my favorite colors.”
To Be Continued