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Kissing was something that Lois and Clark had done plenty for the past three months. Though, Lois had to admit; right now his lips tasted like never before. The way he held her midair felt like she was on cloud nine. The sensation of flying in his arms while they kissed was something she had only experienced once; she figured that it only happened when he was feeling exorbitant amounts of contentment.
For the first time in three years, Lois was allowing herself to be filled with joy and hope. It felt fitting, after all, she had just proclaimed her love to the man who represented both. She had never felt more liberated in her life than she did now; floating nine-stories up, being held by her waist, and getting the best kiss of her life. It was intoxicating, their lips were working on translating the affection and devotion they had for each other; it was hard to pull back even when her lungs were demanding a quick breath.
Upon breaking the kiss, Clark let out a soft chuckle; neither of them could stop smiling. Lois could feel the bridge of her nose warm, she figured it was displaying a shade of pink also. His hands stayed steady around her waist but she moved hers a little further up; from his shoulders to his neck where she played with his hair.
“There’s so much I want to say…” Clark smiled as he felt her twirling his curl and let it dangle down his forehead.
Lois faintly shook her head; there was time for that later. “It was a hectic week.” She closed her eyes upon feeling him leaned back into a kiss. His chuckles cut the kiss short, she smiled into them; “What…?” She asked with a timid giggle.
Their eyes met for a brief moment, dancing together as their bodies twirl in the middle of Lacey’s Arcade. In a bashful murmur, Clark gave away; “It’s just that it-it’s never-I’ve never heard it beating that loud before.”
She could hear her heartbeats drumming in her ears and in her chest. Lois chuckled along as her hand rested where her heart felt the loudest. “I-I feel like I was almost too late...”
Holding her from her hands, Clark guided her to stand on his boots. “—I didn’t think this through.” He teased now that he had to bend down to her level, making contact with her.
They shared a light titter, their breaths blending as their noses brushed together. A shaky hand reached for his wrist and guided it to rest over her heart. Lois let it beat loud and fast against the palm of his hand as she closed her eyes and nuzzled into his cheek.
Clark allowed the fingertips to caress the spot; feeling the warmth of her soft skin against his touch. Close to her cleavage, his index and thumb timidly undid the top button of her cardigan. As his hand slowly slid under the fabric, a husky murmur asked; “Are you getting dizzy? I-I’m feeling dizzy.”
They had yet to stop turning mid air. Lois giggled, “My head has been spinning all week.” She looked into his eyes and brushed his cheek with her knuckles, “But I’ve never felt more clear headed in my life.”
At his grin, she poked his dimple. They closed the space between them as they leaned into a kiss. His hand was warm but the anticipation tickled as Clark found his way under her top. It was the type of tickle that ignited on her brain and traveled down her spine as he cupped her right breast. It was a spark that found escape through her lips as she moaned into the kiss. It only encouraged him, they had never done this, not like this, but there was always a first for everything.
Her fingers brushed through his hair, around the back of his head. Parting her mouth, she nibbled on his lower lip and gently poked the tip of her tongue, looking for his own for a deep kiss. Clark kept his hand over her bra, gently squeezing her right breast. The smooth satin only worked as a tease and the way her tongue was intoxicating only worked him up. Their lips smacked as he gently broke the kiss. Her one hand was around his neck, her thumb on his ear.
Unable to formulate a word, all Clark managed to do was babble and taste the lingering texture of her tongue inside his mouth. Kissing her was one of his favorite things, it was always intense and felt like his brain would short circuit; even light pecks were electrifying to him.
Lois adjusted over his boots and grip tight from his biceps, keeping her balance as two trembling hands reached for her cleavage. The pink flush across the bridge of her nose was inviting but Clark somehow couldn’t help and feel nervous.
“I-I’ve never done this before…” A shaky voice disclosed.
With narrowed eyes and a playful soft voice, Lois commented, “Mm. Now where have I heard that one before?” Her lips pursed before they broke into a shared chuckle.
“Is-is it me or…” Clark brushed his fingers down her cleavage but brought them up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, “…You got more beautiful overnight, somehow?”
“I feel like I’m glowing, am I glowing?” She murmured as she leaned in, almost as if confiding him a secret. “You are glowing, though. Have you ever been able to do that? May-maybe it’s the light—”
“—If I’m glowing it's because you’re glowing.” It had always been like that, ever since they met; “I’m a reflection of your light.”
Even if moved by his words, Lois snorted and lightly tittered; “You are so cheesy.”
“Yeah…you like that, though.” He called her out, his fingers caressed the end of her hair and, as he shrugged, he proclaimed; “You are my sun.” He nibbled on his lip and looked down, his fingers were still shaky and having issues with the button on her cardigan. “I-I promise this does not happen often…” Clark chuckled it off; “Last time it did, I was about to see you naked for the first time.”
That made her giggle. “Nerd.” She pressed a peck on his nose, “Let me see that.” Looking down, Lois found his fingers and brought them to her lips, her eyes shifted up to make contact with him. They shared a smile as their fingers intertwined. Her heart started beating fast, betraying her; giving away that she was guilty of what her mind was wondering; “Why are you so nervous?”
His gentle and expressive eyes watered as his lips quivered. “I thought I’d lost you...”
A pout mirrored his gloomy expression. “Because we fought?” Lois frowned and slowly shook her head, “No…I just-god, no…I’m sorry ab—” Her eyes closed as she felt him kissing her. It was a brief kiss, just to request, in the most gentle way, for her to stop talking.
“—Because I thought I would never see you again.” Clark caressed her cheek with his knuckles, “All I could think of was yo—” This time he was the one to be kissed.
Upon breaking the soft kiss, a playful smile was waiting for him. Her voice was low, “...Just take my shirt off…” After a pause, she flirted, “Smallville.”
Clark didn’t have to be asked twice. He kept his eyes on hers, they were smiling at each other. Clark could hear her heartbeats blending with his as he felt his own heart beating loud and fast. His fingers were no longer shaking, even if he was still nervous for a reason…or maybe it was eagerness. Undoing one button at the time, Clark left her cardigan open for a brief moment. His fingers slid under it over her back, the warm touch on her skin prompted her to curve her body against him.
Pulling her up, Clark bent over and brushed his lips up her cleavage and across her collarbone. His lips smacked against her soft flesh as he peppered her neck and went looking for her lips. They shared a slow tender kiss. Letting go with one hand, Clark worked on guiding her arms off the sleeves, one at a time and carelessly tossed it to the side, letting the cardigan fall down from above and down to the ground.
Lois gasped for some air as she broke the kiss. Her fingers lingered down the blue spandex that he was wearing. “I don’t—I don’t think I’ve ever slept with Superman before, have I?” Saying the thought out loud made her giggle, flush even.
With a shake of his head, Clark corroborated that. Their relationship was young and she was dating Clark Kent. “Is that okay?” Once she nodded, he chuckled. They twirled in the air once more before he slowly started to go down.
Giggles echoed through the arcade as Superman playfully shot thin Heat Vision beams across the building, aiming for the hidden surveillance cameras that he had previously spotted with his X-Ray Vision. The evacuation had already taken care of the crowd control, but there was still one thing on her mind;
“What about the people outside?” She murmured against his neck, where she had been leaving light pecks. Lois momentarily looked up and shared a smile with him.
“I jammed the door on our way in.” Clark smirked at that. As she playfully gasped, he shrugged; “Anything to be alone with you.” He carefully set her down on the floor, making sure her feet had a safe and careful landing.
Clark smirked once she took his hand. They intertwined their fingers as Lois led the way. He followed her, feeling her pulling from his arm. Lois kept turning over her shoulder, smiling at him as they kept walking. Rushing his steps, he closed the gap between them and hugged her waist from behind.
“Nng. Where are you taking me, beautiful?” Taking advantage of Lois only being in her bra, Clark ran his fingers up the line between her right and left abs. He pulled her into him and buried his face in the crook of her neck, taking in her intoxicating scent as he peppered her with kisses.
His lips traveled down to her shoulder where he nibbled on the bra shoulder strap. Clark cupped both her breasts, one with each hand as he heard her moaning. Lois tilted her head back and rolled her ass against his hips; prompting him to thrust onto her.
“They don’t call you Man of Steel for nothing, huh?” Lois had only imagined those tights would barely leave anything to imagination — and boy, did they deliver.
With a cackle, Clark pushed her into the next store to their right. He pinned her against the wall and nibbled on her earlobe from behind, while his hands roamed her body. He rolled his hips against her ass, he was hard and the fabric didn’t hide any of it. His fingers moved her hair to the side, over her left shoulder as he pressed soft tender kisses over the right one. He was tender with her, adoring every inch of her creamy skin.
Lois arched her body as his devoting kisses made it to the center of her back. She moaned with her throat; the combination of the touch of his lips and the sensation of his growing desire pressing against her ass were quickly working her up. This was something he was about to affirm.
While his left hand stayed on her breast, squeezing it over the bra, his lips kissed her back. Clark slowly roamed down her abdomen with his right hand. His fingers worked on unbuckling her belt and unbuttoning her pants, along with bringing the zipper down. Nibbling on the spot behind her ear, Clark grunted as he slowly slid his fingers down her panties. His hips thrusting against her ass, a reaction he hadn’t had control over now that his fingertips had been welcomed by the moisture that was increasing in her.
Panting, Lois adjusted. Her fingers ran down the sleeve of his suit until she found his hand. She pushed it in further, gasping at the sensation of his index finger sliding between her folds and his fingertip slipping into her. She groaned and turned over her shoulder, parting her lips in search of a heated kiss. His tongue turned it deep as his hips kept thrusting into her.
“Nng. Warm.” He grunted against her lips, “Soft. Sticky.” Fuck, he could pur right now.
Lois guided his hand out, held onto his wrist as she twirled around. She smiled at him and observed how he retrieved his hand. Her eyes grew slightly big and the bridge of her nose turned pink upon observing how Clark was bringing his index finger to his mouth. She held back from his wrist and with a wrinkled nose, Lois shook her head.
Clark was addicted to her scent, he could spend minutes with his face between her legs; nuzzling into her and taking in the most intimate of smells. She tasted like anything he’s ever tried before and would never get enough. Upon letting go and watching her head behind the checkout counter, Clark sniffed his finger behind her back and smiled at her once she turned to face him.
Looking around, they found themselves at a Zitomer Pharmacy, a boutique pharmacy that was one of its kind. Lois flirted from behind the counter; her eyes and smile inviting him to inch closer. After punching a few keys on the fancy cash register, the drawer opened signaling that it was working.
Lois cleared her throat and smirked, “What can I get you, sir?”
The tights were starting to feel tight; outlining a stiff bulge which had a distinct rigid and rounded shape. Clark rubbed it, adjusting it a little with his hand as his eyes stayed on her. “Um.” He licked his lower lip, momentarily looking around at the different products at the checkout counter. Playing along, he grabbed a box of condoms and shook them lightly. They shared a playful giggle. He leaned over the counter and smirked once she rested over it, narrowing the space between them. With a husky tone he said, “I’ll take this.” Once she curved an eyebrow, he grabbed a box of DOTS and set it over the counter, “...And this.”
She giggled and smacked a kiss on his cheek. Lois then gave him a look and grabbed a small tube of lubricant, baby wipes, and a water bottle. With the barcode scanner in hand, she grabbed the first item and pressed on the trigger.
Beep. Lois had imitated the sound just to be surprised the scanner worked. She looked up and shrugged, scanning all five products. “That would be eighteen dollars and twenty-six cents after tax.”
“Oh.” Clark made a face as he felt around him. “Shoot, I forgot my wallet.”
Her smile fainted as he apologetically shrugged, “Babe…” She muttered between her teeth.
Clark motioned towards the things, “I’m sorry.” He then figured, “What about your phone?”
“I-I don’t have it with me.”
“Wha-why? What if you needed to call me?”
Making a ring sound with her voice, Lois gave him a look. She used her pinky and thumb to make believe it was a handset. She kept making the ringing sound until he followed up.
“Um, hello?” He also used his fingers as a handset.
“Oh, hi baby. Isn’t it cool that you have Super Hearing and can find me anywhere?” Lois rolled her eyes.
“Right.” He frowned.
Lois shifted on her feet and then wrinkled her nose, “Can we get this moving? I REALLY wanna…you know.” She grabbed a bag and started to put all their stuff there.
“Wai-wait…”He pointed with his finger just to find her hand wrapped around it as she pulled him out of the store. “What about the-we can’t just—” Clark looked behind his shoulder as they left the store, “That’s—”
“We’ll get them later, I promise.” Lois turned and, pulling him from his neck, she kissed him.
They were back in the monumental rotunda. It was impressive and they looked so small while standing in the middle of it. It was a big world out there but none of that mattered when all they needed was each other. For a moment in time, it really felt like it was just the two of them in the whole world.
Clark held her tight from her waist as they kissed, he always bent over to her height. His hips thrusted into hers as the grip in his arms kept her against him. Clark shifted his feet, wanting to feel her as close as he could, devouring her lips in a deep kiss as she moaned.
Lois gasped as she broke the kiss, taking in much needed air. Her fingers urgently reached for his shoulders and worked on undoing his cape. She grew slightly aggravated as it proved to have its trick. She grunted as she struggled with it. Clark had big hands, enough to cup both of hers in one. His smile was tender. Her eyes shifted to make contact with him and her frown fainted as she mirrored his smile. Bringing her hands to his lips, he pressed a soft kiss on them. Clark never let go of it and used his free one to effortlessly unclip his cape, letting it drop onto the floor to his feet.
Sharing a smirk, they worked on taking off their shoes and socks. There was a sense of hurry in the two of them. She opened her hands to close the space between them again, but was briefly interrupted.
“—Wait.” Clark looked around and down to the ornate marble and mosaic tiles. He pecked her lips and Super Speed his way back to the boutique pharmacy they had just left.
Barely having time to react, Lois felt her hair flying to the side. She turned over to the store just to see he was back hugging dozens of cotton sheets and a pillow. She chuckled and rested her hand over her chest, slightly moved at the gesture. While Clark worked on making a thick cushion of bedsheets, Lois removed her pants, letting them drop down her legs and then kicked them to the side. He stood by their improvised bed, one he hoped would be comfortable enough for her.
Taking a moment to admire her, Clark smirked wide. His dimples were big as his eyes made sure to appreciate every inch of her body. She was gorgeous, from head to toes. Every single cell in her made his heart burst. She took a step closer and rested her hand on the crest over his chest. Lois had her eyes on him as they shared a quiet moment.
She caressed the symbol in his suit and then brought her knuckles to caress his cheek and her fingers to push his hair back. Lois let out a soft breath and with a soft voice, she whispered; “You are kind of overdressed.” She bit on her lip and teased, “Superman.”
Clark looked down to himself and with his index finger up, he stepped back a little bit. He kept a smile on and started spinning around. As he came to a stop, Clark was only in his briefs with the suit on the floor next to him. They kept eye contact, slowly inching closer to each other, and meeting halfway by their bedding. Lois reached behind her back and unclipped her bra. She offered a flirty smirk upon noticing Clark had broken contact and had his eyes down on her breasts. Removing the undergarment, Lois tossed him the bra which he caught midair.
With a fast move, he swept her off into his arms and carried her bridal style just for a second. Clark kneeled on their sheets and carefully sat her down. Lois kept her arms around his neck as they shared a kiss. It was slow and deep, their tongues hadn’t taken long to taste each other. Clark rested his hand on the small of her back and carefully brought her to lie down. Aware of his surroundings, he brought the pillow over, making sure it was in place as she rested her head on it.
Lois adjusted and kept her legs parted so he could settle between them. Clark was still on his knees, bent over as they kissed. His lips peppered down her neck and nibbled on her earlobe as his hands caressed her thighs, his hips thrusting against her as a reflex of the desperation he felt to be in her. Clark took his time. He shifted as he left a trail of warm pecks down her collarbone and found her left breast. Poking the tip of his tongue, he tasted her hard nipple and gently nibbled on it.
The arousing sensation had her curving her body into his, he thrusted again. Clark peppered across her breasts and gave the right nipple the same attention. The way her hip reacted to it only enabled him to flicker the tip of his tongue against her sensitive nub. He rested his hands on each side of her waist and steadily held her as he dry humped her a little.
His hand squeezed on one boob and his thumb teased the nipple as he shifted back to kiss her. She had her legs parted between each side of his hips. Clark moved his hand down and reached in between them, where he felt the humid cotton fabric. The kiss broke at the instinctive need to grunt. Clark pecked her lips a couple of times and then left a trail of light kisses down her throat, cleavage, and abdomen. His hands held a tight grip on her thighs as he requested of her to keep her legs spread out.
A gasp escaped her as she felt his nose pressing right where there was a moist stain in her panties, where she had been dripping for a while now. Lois clawed the sheets underneath and rolled her hips onto his face at the sensation of his lips nibbling through the cotton fabric. The scent of her sex did things to the chemicals in his brain. If he could get it his way; Clark would eat her out this instant but he was as desperate as her. He could feel his throbbing erection against the bedsheets, begging for her.
Watching him kneel back up, Lois adjusted and rested her weight on her arms. She could feel her heart beating loud in anticipation. Her cheeks were warm as she bit on her lip. Her eyes were fixed on his crutch as Clark worked on pulling his underwear off. Lois moaned at the thick cock that had sprung out; he was a large man and strong as hell. She felt herself dripping a little at the thought that soon, he will be fucking her with it.
Lois liked it. She got turned on by how stiff and rigid it got and the way it stood upwards and tilted a little to the right. She sat up and brought the condom pack out of the shopping bag. One of the perks of wearing them was that she got to touch him; his desire for her was something she craved — she wanted to touch, taste, and feel it buried deep inside of her.
He crawled closer and smiled down at her. She squeezed a drop of the lube on his cockhead and slowly massaged it. Clark purred at the sensational feeling of her thumb rubbing on the tip. He leaned over for a hungry kiss, a short one but desperate one.
Her fingers worked on putting the condom on him. Clark threw his head back now that she was applying lube on it. He grunted feeling her fingers around his shaft, pumping up and down. He kissed and panted into her lips, their breaths merging as she moaned. Lois adjusted and nibbled on his chin as he hugged her from her waist and brought her to lie down.
Lois adjusted her legs as he got on top of her. As he got into position, his fingers took hold of her panties and slowly pulled them down her legs, tossing them to the side as she offered him a giggle. Clark ran his hands down her thighs liking how firm they were one on each side of his hips.
They kissed again. Clark blindly reached for the end of the bedsheet nearby and threw it over his naked ass. Lois chuckled at that and moaned into a kiss as she clawed his buttcheeks, pressing him against her as she rolled her hips into him.
“Nng…baby….nng.” He panted upon breaking the kiss, feeling how smoothly his tip had slid into her. Thrusting again, Clark fully penetrated her. He kissed her lips a few times at the sound of her gasping.
Clark kept his weight on his arms, looking down at her with a smile as their eyes made contact. He cupped her face with gentle hands and closed the space between them for a soft loving kiss.
It felt good to be intimate. His thrusts made a light sound as he went in and out of her wet pussy, allowing his enhanced hearing to add a layer to the pleasure he felt when making love to her. Clark listened to every sound that came from her: the raspy moans, the way she breathed and panted, the smacking taste of her kisses, her heartbeat, and even the way her feet rubbed against the bed sheet underneath.
He couldn’t stop thrusting, being met by the roll of her hips as they found a slow yet passionate pace. He went hard, liking how the walls of her pussy tighten around him. They exchanged moans and grunts between kisses. Her fingers were trembling as she brushed his biceps. His grip around her tensed up.
Absorbed in the otherworldly thought that he was with the woman who loved him, he lost control of his body and unconsciously started elevating. His arms folded underneath Lois, keeping her back steady; his hands gently held her head.
Lois had been pressing her heel against the bedsheet as she felt him thrusting deep but sweetly into her. Gasping, she broke their kiss after no longer feeling the hard surface of the tiles underneath. In slight distress, she clung onto his shoulders and tightened her legs around his hips.
A sheepish titter broke their kiss to which Clark replied; “I’m sorry…” Contagiously giggling along with her.
Their bodies never stopped making love. Her right heel rubbed down his round and meaty ass, Lois moaned as she nibbled on his chin. “This is how it feels like to be on cloud nine, isn’t it?” Her eyes slowly opened, she could swear they twinkled as she took in the devotion in his look; the way he looked at her.
It was just the two of them, in an intimate moment that radiated extreme euphoria, pure bliss, and intense joy. That combined with the fact that they were floating on air, there was no doubt; “I know I am…” Clark smirked, “And you are up here with me.”
“The hell I am.” Sex with Clark had always felt different. It transcended the pleasure that came with the physical act and was completely about feeling safe, at home, and like she belonged. “I love you…” She offered once more, “I-I’m in love with you.”
At that point, Clark knew he would never get enough of those words. It’s what had kept running through his mind while he made love to her: She looked so beautiful today, her smile had never shone as bright, and her heart had never beaten so erratically…and he knew it was because she loved him. “I’m in love with you, too.”
Not losing more time, they kissed again. The next few minutes were electrifying and passionate. There was a combination of things that made it different to the many times they had done it before. They stayed about an inch and a half above their bedding, gently floating in the air as the pace started to go faster and their moans louder. As they grew closer, he brought her back down to the bedsheets and made sure her head was back on the pillow.
Clark grunted into her neck, feeling an intense buildup of tension and pleasure threatening to erupt from him. The throbbing grew more desperate as he felt her tightening and tensing up around him. Not only from inside but also from her legs around his hips as she kept her toes curled up. Lois let out a loud raspy moan, her fingers clawed into his shoulders as her hips worked on keeping up with the last few rough thrusts Clark gave her.
A high-pitched cry echoed in the arcade as Lois threw her head back and curved her body against him, feeling a warm wave of pleasure traveling from her pelvic and releasing into the bedsheets. As her body tensed up, she held onto his neck, ultimately collapsing over the bedding. Clark thrusted for a little longer, the sound of her release brought him to the edge. He groaned as he pulsed inside of her, releasing every drop of warmth he had been holding back for the last minute or two.
Cupping her face, he kissed her. Their breaths were warm and their bodies were flushed. Clark pushed her sweaty hair back and smirked at the pink that adored her cheeks and nose. After pulling out, he took the condom off and dropped it to the side. Clark found his cape lying nearby and took it, he gently rested it over her body to try keep her warm.
“Thank you.” Lois smiled at the gesture and they shared a couple of pecks.
He adjusted and made sure she was comfortable, keeping her in his arms as they snuggled. Their faces were an inch apart, their breaths merging as they nuzzled and exchanged sweet nothings. They closed their eyes for a brief moment; Clark was breathing as he stayed soothed and took in the moment. Lois was working on calming her heart down and regulating her lungs. Shifting in his arms, she nosed into his neck and gently took in his scent.
Clark was smiling wider than he had ever done. He kissed her head and shifted his eyes toward the shopping bag with their things. He brought it close without disrupting her, liking the soft moans she let out as he felt her nose nuzzling. After retrieving the box of DOTS, he pushed the bag away.
One of the first things he had learned about Lois is that she liked nibbling on candy after sex. She wasn’t a smoker but still swore it was better than a cigarette. They had shared a box of this same candy on their first time — it had been what she had happened to have in her nightstand drawer, but it became their thing and they always shared them as they rode those last post-coital moments of relaxation and pleasure.
At the jiggling sound of the box getting opened, Lois shifted on her side and smiled at him. He brought a red one out and smiled at how she had parted her lips, eagerly waiting to be fed it. As he brought the gummy to his mouth instead, her brows frowned and she gasped in disbelief. Clark kept the gummy pinned between his teeth which instantly made her curve her eyebrow and giggle as she leaned over, taking it from him with her lips before kissing him, allowing the tip of her tongue to slide in.
The arcade was filled with the sound of her giggles, “I love you.”
That was the best sound Clark had ever heard before, and he had heard them all.