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The fear of someone seeing them or the cold press of the elevator rod against her ass were the furthest things from Lois’ mind. Not when Clark’s right hand was pressed tightly against the apex of her thighs, bunching up her skirt while his left held her steady in the precarious position as his mouth trailed wet, passionate kisses all along her neck.
Maybe she should’ve taken more time to appreciate the fancy hotel Clark had brought her to for their anniversary, but it had been so hard to focus on anything when he had been sitting across from her looking incredibly delicious the whole dinner, with his suit, his skewed glasses, and his false clumsiness.
It was impossible not to draw up comparisons between his public self and how he behaved when he was all alone with her. It filled her with glee to be the only one who could see him transform from Clark Kent, the bumbling reporter, or Superman, the famed protector of Earth, to just Clark, her confident, sexy husband who could play her body like an instrument he had spent years practising.
The ding of the elevator jolted her back into reality, “Clark…Clark, stop. I think we’re on our floor,” she gasped out.
Without detaching his lips from the spot on her collarbone (where he was definitely leaving a mark that would be difficult to cover up tomorrow), or removing his hand from under her skirt where he was leaving feather light touches, he slid his other hand across her waist, easily lifting her up and stepping backwards into the ornate hallway in which their room was located without losing a step. The display of strength made her clench her thighs tighter around him as her wetness flooded through her panties, leaving Clark’s fingers and palm smeared with it.
His strength had always turned her on, even back on the first day they had met, when he had lifted her out of the way to walk out of the hospital room, as if she weighed nothing. She hadn’t been able to stop herself from being impressed or repress the thrill that had shot down her spine at being manhandled in such a manner. Knowing about his powers hadn’t lessened her admiration for his strength; in fact, it had increased it.
For a man with hands that were capable of pushing away entire planets, they handled her with such grace and gentleness, always exerting just the right amount of force to move her out of harm’s way or hold her tightly in his warm, steady embrace or pin her against any surface she wished to be taken against. His hands were capable of so much, but he instead chose to use them with kindness and love, to cook them dinners and caress her face and cradle her close on difficult days, the very same hands that he used to help strangers on the street and save the lives of the billions who lived on Earth. They were the very hands that roamed her body and held her steady with such tenderness and devotion in their most intimate moments, just like they were doing now.
Removing his hands from under her skirt, Clark settled them on her waist while his mouth left the juncture of her shoulder and neck to attach onto the swell of her breast peeking through her shirt, which she had been teasing him with all day long.
Her shirt had been deliberately left unbuttoned just enough to drive him up the wall while they were at the Daily Planet, where he was unable to do anything but watch the movements of her chest as she bent in her seat to pick up the dozenth item that had somehow managed to tumble from her desk onto the floor.
“You’ve been driving me insane all day long, do you know that? Do you think I didn’t notice what you were trying to do, Ms. Lane?” he mumbled against her skin before switching his attention to her other breast while pressing her further into the door of what Lois desperately hoped was their room.
His hips ground into hers, making her gasp at the impressive hardness that she could feel even through their layers of clothing. His thigh settled between her legs, and she couldn’t help but hump it in order to get some much-needed friction.
“I have no idea what you’re insinuating, Mr. Kent. I have been nothing but proper. And that’s Mrs. Kent to you, in case you forgot exactly what anniversary we’re celebrating today,” she laughed out.
Instead of replying, he pulled aside her panties and immediately found her clit, brushing against it with just enough pressure to turn her laugh into a loud gasp.
Lois threw her head back and tried to grind onto his hand, but he pulled them out of her and stepped away from her, leaving her panting against the door with a whine stuck in her throat. Her eyes snapped open, filled with accusation and indignation, to meet his, but before she could start to chastise him for leaving her wanting, he pulled her close and covered her mouth in a gentle kiss.
“I thought you’d want to get inside our room, Mrs. Kent, seeing as you’ve been oh so impatient the entire dinner to get there,” he said, pulling away from her and opening the door with the key card.
Feeling rebellious, Lois danced away from Clark, instead stepping back further into the hallway, “And what makes you think my excitement has anything to do with you, Smallville?” she teased. “I just wanted to enjoy the perks of staying in a five-star room…surfing through the big TV, relaxing in the jacuzzi, taking a long hot shower,“ she brushed past him into the room and held her arms out wide to spin in a circle, ”and enjoying the big bed.” She turned around to shoot him her patented mischievous smile, “With a good night’s sleep, of course.”
Clark’s eyes narrowed behind his glasses, which were barely hanging onto the bridge of his nose. She loved to tease him; he was so easy to get riled up, and his messy hair, rumpled clothing, reddened cheeks and lips, and slightly annoyed expression, paired with his lean against the doorway and crossed arms, did nothing but make him look sexier.
Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, she found herself pinned against the cold wood of the door with her hands locked above her head with one of his, while the other found its way back under her skirt; hot, insistent, familiar and more than welcome. The rush of dizziness that overcame her when he used his super-speed on her became even more pronounced due to her already arousal-addled state. Along the way, he had also managed to lose his jacket and glasses.
“Hey, that’s not fair-,” she broke off with a moan as one of his fingers slid inside her slick core and the palm of his hand ground slightly against her.
“Considering the fact that you’re dripping down my hand, Lois, I don’t think sleeping is all you want to do in that bed,” he whispered into her ear with a slight smirk as his second finger found its way home, crooking just so to hit all the right spots.
God, he was so big. Two of his fingers felt like three of hers, and the delicious burn created by that stretch and the feeling of his hot breath against her lit every nerve ending in her body on fire and left her gasping and arching into him. She lifted one of her legs to wrap around his hip in order to push his digits deeper inside herself.
“Keep your hands above your head,” commanded Clark as he released her hands to quickly unbutton her shirt. Never one to listen to commands, Lois brought her hands down immediately to try to unbuckle his belt. But before she could succeed, Clark started kissing his way down her body to the place where she needed him the most, leaving fire trailing after his lips.
His fingers, that hadn’t stopped their movements until now, suddenly slipped out of her easily, drawing a soft sound of protest. Her breath stuttered in her chest as Clark wrapped his mouth around his soaked fingers, cleaning off her juices. He made a pleased hum in the back of his throat before letting his hands immediately find purchase on either side of her hips and draw down both her skirt and her panties in one go, leaving her standing in just her unbuttoned shirt, bra and five-inch stilettos (the ones that Clark adored; they made her legs look a mile long.)
He grasped her legs to throw them over either of his shoulders and immediately got to work. A string of expletives left her mouth as he licked a strip across her slick folds before sucking her clit into his mouth. Using just the right amount of teeth, he grazed slightly against her nerve bundle, the sensation sending shockwaves through her body. He catapulted her closer to the release that had been sneaking up on her ever since they had started making out in the elevator.
“Fuck, Clark, please more,” she begged, with her hands scrambling to grab onto something before finally settling on his head.
He let her clit pop out of his mouth and looked up at her with a twinkle in his eyes, “More of what, sweetheart?”
Lois grit her teeth together, refusing to acquiesce to his demands. Being so meek and mild-mannered in public ensured that Clark’s brattiness and sassiness made an appearance in the bedroom more often than not, but she was not going to give him the satisfaction of seeing her beg.
“Nothing, Smallville. Whatever you’re doing is just fine,” she panted out, clenching his hair tighter between her hands while he pressed teasing little kisses along her thighs, so close to where she needed him yet so far away.
Clark just grinned at her, “Oh? So you’d be fine if I just kept doing this and nothing more?”
“Yes, yup, of course. This is perfect.”
A mischievous look stole across his handsome face, and he blew a hot breath on her before leaving a light, open-mouthed, barely there kiss. Leaving his mouth near her core, but not making any move to give her any stimulation, he slid his hands from her waist up her body to cup her breasts and squeeze them. A groan escaped Lois’ lips, and she involuntarily pressed her hips into his face to receive any possible friction. Giving up on any pretense of aloofness, Lois immediately begged for relief, cursing herself for giving in so easily. But the day had been long, and this was the first alone time they’d had in weeks. She had missed her husband.
“Clark..fuck…oh my god…closer. Please, I need you, I need your hands, your mouth, anything. Please.”
“That’s my girl,” he murmured quietly, sliding his tongue into her and devouring her like she was his favourite candy.
Lois Lane (Lois Kent— and wasn’t that such a wonderful thought?) would die on the hill that Clark Kent’s mouth had magical properties, and his skills in eating her out so perfectly right from their first time was the biggest piece of evidence she had. Most men were either too sloppy and aggressive or they were too scared to really dive in properly. But Clark…Clark was like fucking Goldilocks, she thought with disbelief and giddiness. He was perfect in every way, from the talented way he moved his tongue, right down to just the correct amount of pressure that he knew to apply on her cunt.
Her breathing grew shallower, and she couldn’t stop the sounds that were escaping her. Tears escaped her eyes at the sensations he was arousing in her, almost too much to handle yet not enough to send her over the edge of the climax she was teetering on. She needed something more, and from the look in his eyes, she knew that Clark knew it too.
He had always been able to read her amazingly well, knowing her inside out, even when they had pretended to hate each other. She had similarly understood him better than anyone else too, even when she had been unaware of his powers and just how special he was. Perhaps it was this understanding that made their bed so addictive, a sanctuary neither of them ever wanted to leave, the hours dissolving into nothing but a series of heady touches and whispered conversations.
“That’s it, sweetheart, let go.”
His mouth slid up to reattach to her bundle of nerves as he slid his hands down and entered her core with two of his fingers, pumping them in and out, repeatedly, while curling them just right to hit her sweet spot. His eyes were fixed on her, taking note of her every reaction, and adjusting his pace and movements to her needs, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.
The view of him, with his mussed hair and eyes that were burning into her with so much passion and love, was almost too much, and before she knew it, her core tightened and stars exploded behind her eyes. She came with a shout of his name on her lips, her hips arched as a million little lightning bolts raced throughout her body.
Clark continued his ministrations on her oversensitive cunt, slowly bringing her down from her peak, easing her from the aftershocks wracking through her.
While she was catching her breath, he licked his hand clean, humming once more at her taste, while his other crept down to remove her heels. Once they were off, he kissed his way up her body and gently grasped her jaw, tilting up her chin to kiss her. She slid her hands over his shoulder, opening her mouth to let him slide his tongue in her. The taste of her on his lips acted as fuel to her arousal that had barely abated with her orgasm. As he explored her mouth, she dropped her hands to quickly flick open his belt and unbutton his pants, shoving them down. They swiftly managed to get rid of the rest of their clothing, throwing them out of the way.
Clark moaned deeply into her mouth as she took his hard, thick cock in her hands, stroking it once, twice, thrice.
Even his dick was beautiful, she thought. She was just as obsessed with it as she was with every other aspect of him.
His hands moved down from her waist and grasped her hips, lifting her up to let her wrap her legs around him. He took a moment to drink her in; her mussed hair, her smeared mascara, and her lipstick smudged from his kisses. She had never looked more beautiful than she did in these moments, high from the pleasure that he gave her, completely undone and with her guard down.
His next kiss was soft and loving, but Lois didn’t let it remain so. Soon their tongues were tangled together in a back-arching kiss.
She positioned him at her entrance and he fucked into her quickly, barely giving her time to adjust. They both cried out at the sensations that rippled through their body.
Clark had been eager to bury himself in her all day long, and the first contact made all thoughts of slow and steady fly out of his head. He thrust into her quickly, already feeling far too close to coming, while his hand crept onto her clit. The added stimulation, along with the feeling of his cock inside her, propelled Lois closer to another orgasm. She whimpered into his ear and the sound nearly undid all his restraint but he managed to rein in his climax, wanting her to come once more before he did.
A particularly hard thrust caused them both to cry out loudly. He pinched one of her nipples hard and soon she was falling apart, clenching down tight around him. The sensation of her pussy clenching on him and the chants of his name from her lips pushed him over the edge and he came along with her while her name fell from his lips repeatedly, just like a prayer.
As they stood panting there, Lois, without removing her face from where it was buried in his neck, snorted.
“What?” grumbled Clark, confused, without lifting his forehead up from where it was pressed against the door.
“It’s just- we never made it to the bed, so I guess all we will be doing in the bed is sleeping,” she giggled out.
Clark moved his face and gave her a small chaste kiss, smiling and saying, ”Oh? It’s cute you think that I am done with you.”
She squealed as he tightened his hands on her ass, walking backwards while bouncing her on his already hardening cock before turning around, slipping out and dumping her on the soft, fluffy bed.
Suddenly face to face with his cock, she grinned and quickly took him into her hands to stroke him back to full hardness.
“Have I ever mentioned how much I love your non-existent refractory period?” she questioned, not allowing him a chance to answer before swallowing him into her mouth.
“Fuck,” he cried out. Clark rarely ever swore, and Lois took particular pleasure in making her farm boy lose his mind enough to forget about his impeccable manners.
She hollowed out her cheeks and moved her mouth up and down on him as far as she could take him in without gagging while wrapping her hands around his ass. His hands settled on her head, weaving into her hair, not applying any pressure or force on her like the gentleman that he was.
She hardly ever went down on him, not because she didn’t like it but because Clark didn’t let her. He was so obsessed with eating her out that most of the time he would go down on her for hours on end, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm, leaving her a writhing mess. And usually after he was satisfied that he had paid her pussy enough attention, they were both too keyed up to do anything more than fuck.
But on the rare occasions she did go down on him? She loved it. She loved watching him become a mess because of her, loved that she could make him come undone in a few minutes, loved that she had so much power that she could make the man of steel himself whimper and beg.
“Lois, fuck, baby, fuck you feel so good,” he babbled out, panting and shaking with effort from not thrusting into her mouth.
She tilted her head up to look up at him and took him out of her mouth to swirl her tongue on his tip. He threw his head back with a groan, tightening his grip on her hair. Keeping her eyes fixed on him, she sucked him back into her mouth and hummed before deep throating him to bring him closer to his second orgasm but before she could continue, she felt him pull her off him and drag her up into a kiss.
Clark picked her up and swung them around so that he was sitting on the bed, settling her on top of him in a straddle. Lois took the opportunity to shove him back on the bed, kissing her way across his neck and chest with her hips grinding down on him.
Clark drew her up into another kiss and reached between their bodies and positioned his cock to thrust up into her in one go. She was so wet and so hot and felt so damn perfect. She whimpered and joined his thrusts in tandem, both of them maintaining a steady rhythm.
He rose up, sliding his hands from her hips to wrap around her in an embrace while she wrapped her arms around his broad, muscular shoulders and buried her hands in his hair.
Clark reached up and pulled her in for a long, deep kiss, tangling their tongues together. As they got lost in exploring each other’s mouths, he reached down between their legs to rub her to completion and not to be outdone, Lois swilled her hips in a particularly maddening motion that she knew drove him crazy.
For the second time that night they both came together, fireworks erupting behind their eyes and warmth filling their bodies. Their hips slowly came to a stop as they traded soft, sweet kisses.
Clark turned them over, laying Lois down carefully on the bed, covering her body with his own and laying a kiss on her forehead. He drew out of her, eliciting a little noise from her.
“Hey,” he whispered, smiling down at her.
“Hi,” she replied softly, grinning.
Clark climbed off and laid down beside her, letting Lois cuddle up close to him and lay her head on his shoulder.
“Give me a second to catch my breath. I’ll bring you a washcloth, sweetheart.”
Lois merely hummed, propping herself up a little to look around the room.
“You really splurged on this room, didn’t you? What is this, the honeymoon suite?”
Clark sat up behind her, leaning against the pillows and pulled her against him, “Maybe… Do you like it?”
He kissed her shoulder and nuzzled into her neck.
“That depends…Does it have a jacuzzi?”
“Of course it does. It’s out on the balcony. Did you really think I would get us a hotel room on our anniversary without a jacuzzi for you?”
Lois smirked at him, pleased, and leaned in close to his ear to whisper, “Then maybe you should take me there and I’ll show just how much I love your anniversary present… because I’m nowhere near done with you.”