Gift for Futurescribbler 5/5 (final part)
A) Title: One Summer...
B) Rating: NC-17
C) Notes: This is my own better version of Summer S5. Story is 5 chapters long and 16,690 words.
D) Summary: When Crater Lake shuts down in the middle of a blazing summer, Clark and Chloe need to find a new retreat. In a place all their own, will things heat up before summer ends...or will fear cool their feelings?
E) The person it is for: futurescribbler
F) Original prompt: sun, fun, water
CHAPTER 5
Oh wow... Chloe thought as Clark's mouth slammed down onto her own with a searing and almost frantic passion.
When Clark Kent gave himself over to something, there really was no holding back. And boy, could he kiss! She wound her arms around his neck and pressed her body as close to his as she could, her nipples pebbling under the wet, stretchy fabric of her bikini top. The sensitive nubs pressed against the hardness of Clark's torso made her groan into his mouth. Clark responded by moving his hands back to her body, resting his large palms on the indentation of her waist. She felt his squeeze slightly, and she suddenly realized he appreciated her curves. That knowledge made her feel beautiful and sexy in a way she never had before. Maybe that crazy black goth outfit she had somehow acquired for her last birthday wouldn't be such a bad look. Then his hands moved up her sides, until his thumbs once more teased just below her covered breasts. She ached with her need for him to touch her, and as he hesitated she feared he would once more draw away...then she felt him tug at the knot holding the front of her top closed. The normally tight and difficult knot untied easily in his strong hands, reminding her that he was used to working knots on the farm. He was a regular boyscout at some things, she thought laughingly to herself.
Letting the top slip off her arms and into the water with a plop, Chloe felt at once exposed and incredibly wicked. She'd never been topless outside in her entire life, but now here she was in this secluded pond with Clark Kent gazing at her like she was some sort of water sprite come to him. Feeling sexy and dangerous, she moved back into him again so that her taunt nipples traced against his hard torso. Clark sucked in a breath, and she saw him hesitate for just a moment before he brought up his hands to grasp her full breasts. His palms were large, but not callused in the way she would expect of a farmer's. She wondered if Kryptonians even got calluses. Clark's hands were firm and strong, and very warm on her delicate skin. He squeezed gently, and then slightly harder as she pressed herself more into his grip. She wanted him to hold all of her. Her breasts had filled out quite a bit the last few years, and she had been annoyed as she outgrew many of her favorite tops. Until now. Now she saw they were just the right size to fill Clark's hands. That made her suddenly love the larger size in a way she never had before.
"Oh, God, Chloe...you are so beautiful..." she heard Clark moan.
Then the word was spinning, and water flailed out around them as Clark lifted her out of the water and into his arms. Cradling her against him as he did while they ran, he slogged the yards between them and the shore. She saw that Clark had thoughtfully spread out the blanket after she had dropped the bag and rushed for the water. Gently, he laid her down upon the blanket before settling down next to her. She shivered slightly, but knew it was because of the fires burning in Clark's blue eyes and not due to any chill in the air. With that gaze on her, she'd never feel the cold.
Then, leaning over her, Clark moved to kiss her again, but in her eagerness Chloe grasped onto the dark thickness of his hair and dragged his mouth down to hers. Stretched out on the beach this way, the difference in their heights became less obvious, as Clark's body moved to settle on her own, using his powerful forearms to keep his weight from crushing her. The hardness of his thrusting member now resting between her thighs built a desperate passion in her. She ran her tongue along her corded line of Clark's shoulder, collecting droplets of cool water on her tongue. She wished she could nip at his earlobe, but feared his steel-like skin would damage her teeth instead, so she settled for outlining the curl of his ear with her tongue.
Clark groaned in response and she guessed that his ears, which were so sensitive to sound, might also be sensitive to touch. So she teased and licked his ears, which made him groan and wiggle in a way that made her think of Shelby getting his own ears scratched. She had to hide her smile against his neck, because she doubted Clark would appreciate being compared to his dog right now.
Then Clark was looking at her again, and her humor fled as she saw his eyes. His eyes, normally a clear and guileless blue had gone deep and dark as he shifted down her body. She knew what he intended before he got there, but she was unprepared for the sheer shock of sensation as his mouth closed around her right nipple. Her body arched into a bow as she instinctively tried to press herself even deeper into his mouth. Clark's tongue, which so often tripped over all the wrong words, was clever and nimble on her breast. Clutching him tightly to herself, she pressed her hips against his torso as she sought a matching friction below to join the pulses his mouth caused above. She let out a half-whimper when he stopped, but he was only moving to give her other breast equal attention.
Then, shockingly, she felt his hand moving between their bodies...heading south. Chloe stopped breathing.
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Chloe's body was a marvel. The breasts he'd been lusting over for months were even more full and perfect when fitted into his hands or mouth. He wondered why she had been hiding them for years now. She used to wear lower cut tops, but they had disappeared in favor of little cap-sleeved blouses. He found himself hating cap-sleeved blouses for just a moment, before remembering that they weren't in his way right now.
As he moved down her body, Clark was fascinated by Chloe's stomach. Smooth pale skin, untouched by the freckles that sprinkled her upper torso and the soft as silk as he ran his open palm over her. He wondered at the taste of such skin. Would it be sweet as her breasts and lips? Dragging his mouth away from her beautiful breasts, he let his mouth trail behind his hand until he hit the band of her bikini bottoms. He had always seen them as small and sleek on her, but now they seemed a barrier to great mysteries. Closing his eyes, briefly, he opened himself to her scent. Clean and fresh from the waters of the pool, but with an underlying spice. Something sweet, but with a bit of a bite like cinnamon or licorice. And below that, another scent, subtle, but unmistakable. The scent of an aroused woman. It nearly drove him mad.
He had a vague idea of how to perform oral sex, but had never actually tried it. He'd wanted to with Lana, but she had stopped him saying it was "icky." Looking up Chloe's quivering body and subtly thrusting hips, he knew that she wanted it as much as him, if not more. He moved his fingers to hook into the sides of the red bathing suit bottoms and carefully dragged them down her legs. Then feeling suddenly playful, he pulled the stretchy fabric until it snapped between his fingers and across the blanket. The action loosened some of the tension that had formed when they both realized Chloe was bared before him.
It was strange, but this was his first time really seeing a naked woman. With Lana, it had always been by firelight or under covers. But here, Chloe lay before him in the dappled sunlight of their forest retreat, bare and beautiful as some sort of water nymph come to rest on the shore. He had to smile that between the two of them -- him the alien from a destroyed planet, and her a naked woman flush with passion -- she seemed much more the exotic creature. He sent a silent prayer of thanks to Pete for the old copies of Maxim magazine hidden in the springs of the barn's couch. The key to his ship had been hidden and found a half-dozen times in that barn, but the magazines had remained safe. Maybe he should reconsider his priorities in hiding spots...
But now, he'd put the instruction from those magazines to good use. He started by exploring her with his tongue, as Chloe shifted under him. As he moved to the hidden inner layers, he found a slick nectar that smelled of heaven and musk. Running his tongue along the cleft of her, the thick slickness coated his tongue, causing Chloe to cry out in ecstasy. The taste...oh god...the taste. He would die happy if everything in life tasted like Chloe. He repeated the move and as he did so, he found the tight little nub at the top of her slit. Rolling his tongue into a hard point, he flicked at it experimentally, causing Chloe's hips to jump from the blanket under her. Realizing he had found Chloe's clit, Clark felt like he had solved the riddle of the caves all over again. Then thinking how Chloe had told him to embrace everything he was, Clark began drawing the symbol of his family crest with his tongue on her. Declaring both who he was, while also marking her as his own.
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The things Clark was making her feel were indescribable. She thought what the little vibrator Lois had purchased for her was amazing, but Clark was...out of this world. Her body pulsed and sang, sending shocks of sensation through her as his tongue teased and flicked. Then when he slid one long, squared finger into her, the new riot of sensation almost made her lose it right then. But she forced herself to hold back, fighting her own body in an effort to extend the pleasure to its greatest infinite peak. Panting and clutching at Clark's thick hair, she held on for dear life, her own head tossing to and fro in ecstasy. She was glad he was invulnerable, otherwise he'd be bald as Lex about now.
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The way Chloe was moving under his mouth and hands was erotic in a way Clark had never imagined. Not even in his fantasies had he guessed she would respond this much. Her hips pulsed in rhythm with his hand in a way that had his own hips pumping in instinctive reply. Her wordless cries and desperately grasping hands made him feel even more powerful than when he stopped bullets cold. After all, bullets were always mindless, but it was him that made Chloe so.
He made a snap decision to attempt something he had never before considered. Something that only he could do. He put on speed in the same way as he would if he were running, but instead of focusing the power in his feet and legs, he sent it to his tongue.
Chloe released an ear-splitting shriek of incandescent pleasure that sent all the little fish in the nearby pool to hiding under rocks. Clark felt her channel clamp hard around his hand as pulses of sensation rippled through her and his tongue was bathed in hot wetness as Chloe came gloriously.
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......I think I may have just died.....
Chloe's mind took a very long time reassemble itself. Her body took even longer, as Clark moved to hold her still-shuddering form as the last aftershocks faded. When her mind's wheels finally started turning again, she met Clark's grinning expression with one that still felt dazed. "Wow. Just wow, Clark. That was..."
"Good?" he supplied expectantly looking down at her where she was curled against him.
"No," she answered dazedly.
Clark's face fell, until she quickly continued, "That was incredible. How did you...?"
Clark blushed, which Chloe found funny since she was the naked one that had just screamed like a banshee. Or maybe like Bigfoot. This was Canada, after all.
"I read some articles..." Clark replied.
"Ha!" Chloe responded, pushing lightly at Clark's chest. "I knew you had newsprint in you somewhere." She chuckled. "It just wasn't for my kind of stories!" she teased.
"Oh, I don't know about that, Chloe. You seemed to enjoy my reading material too." He grinned at her wickedly.
That surprisingly snappy retort from Clark, set her to laughing again.
Still smiling, Chloe draped herself over Clark's chest to meet his eyes. As she watched, she saw the laughter in his eyes turn warm as his gaze ran down her still-naked body. Watching that stoked fire build in him, Chloe felt her own heat rise to meet his once more.
Feeling reckless, Chloe found she wanted him to feel a measure of what she had. So she shifted her hips just enough for her to slide a hand between their bodies. When she found the hard line of Clark's shaft through his damp swim trunks, she trailed her fingers up the thrusting shape. She felt his sharp inhale and the shudder that ran through his body at the contact.
"My turn," she told him silkily, giving him her best seductive look, and moving her body over his.
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Could any sight on earth be any hotter than a naked Chloe Sullivan moving to straddle his hips? Clark thought.
Though his hips were slim compared to the rest of him, he was still a large guy, so her legs were wide spread across his middle. The damp fabric of his bathing suit should feel clammy on his skin, but the core of her just on the other side of the fabric radiated heat. Clark had a hard time thinking, knowing that thin layer of fabric was all that separated their bodies from joining.
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Oh God, he was so beautiful. It was almost unfair for a man to be this gorgeous, with acres of taunt golden flesh spread over hard planes of muscle. Clark could be a model, but he never seemed to notice his own beauty. Mostly his shirtless gorgeousness was wasted on cows and corn.
There was something wrong about that. She should really step up and appreciate it for him.
His skin was almost fever-hot, but she had seen the glimmer of fire in his eyes earlier and guessed that was just part of his physiology. Though she felt feverish herself.
Actually, maybe that was actually what was happening here -- this was a fever dream. That was certainly more likely than that Clark had just given her mind-blowing oral sex in a mysterious forest grotto as he looked at her as if she made the stars shine.
Maybe she should test her theory.
Looking at the beautiful form of Clark under her, Chloe suddenly wanted to put her hands and mouth over every inch of him. Every time she'd ever touched him, a touch that she'd made light and platonic, came back to her as an unfulfilled promise. Leaning forward, she ran her tongue down his hard pectoral, collecting stray beads of water on her tongue. The water was crisp and his skin was clean and slightly hay-smelling. The detail of it too real to be a fantasy, and she felt her body shiver in excitement at the realness of it.
And suddenly, she wanted it all to be real.
Scooting down to Clark's thighs she carefully untied the drawstring holding on Clark's bathing suit. Then catching his hot eyes for a moment, she gently pulled the clinging fabric down, freeing his shaft. Working together, they got the suit off his legs and kicked away, leaving Chloe sitting across Clark's legs with a very impressive, very aroused....view.
"Wow," Chloe breathed, blinking.
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'Wow?' Clark thought. 'Wow' was good, right?
He knew that physiologically speaking he looked like a human man there, though somewhat larger from what he could tell from glimpses in the locker room. And Lana hadn't seemed to think he was any different, though he'd lost his powers when they had been together, and thinking about it, it was dark for her too so maybe she hadn't really seen much of him either.
But Chloe was...staring.
He was just about to ask if something was wrong, when he saw her lick her lips and the brains that were not south of his navel just...stopped.
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Chloe had limited experience with performing oral sex, having only done it once with the boy she'd wasted her useless virginity on. And even then, she'd mainly been curious about it and not particularly turned on by the idea. She'd heard guys thought it was just about the best thing ever, and Jimmy had seemed to like it, though she had stopped before he came. Some instinct told her that if she let him finish, she would've remained a virgin that night and she hadn't wanted that.
But looking down at Clark's engorged shaft with glistening beads of moisture on the end, she desperately wanted to taste him. She wanted to run the flat of her tongue over the shiny darker head and down the shaft. She wanted to see how much of that hard length she could take into her mouth.
Leaning forward, she traced the pulsing vein on the underside of the shaft with one delicate finger, enjoying the velvet-over-steel texture of him. When she reached the end where root met tip, his cock jumped to meet her, and she almost laughed aloud at his body's betraying eagerness. Returning to the base, she ran a gentle finger along the shape of his testicles, while she took the staff of him in a firm but loose grip. Clark's eyes rolled up into his head in a way she had only seen happen to people about to pass out, but the groan of pleasure he made told her he was far away from losing consciousness. Feeling emboldened, Chloe moved her hand along his length until she reached the shining beads of moisture that were weeping from the tip. Catching them on her finger, she used them to smooth along Clark's hard shaft so she could slide her hand along him with ease. Then, leaning forward, she gently flicked her tongue across the tip of the dark head, and Clark's hips jumped spasmodically as a strangled noise escaped his lips.
Teasingly, Chloe ran her tongue around the head of Clark's cock, as she slid her hand up and down the shaft. She noticed Clark's hands digging into the blanket as he held himself in check. She was happy he recognized that he couldn't hold onto her the same way she had held onto him. Smiling to herself as she teased him, she knew she was right. He hadn't really feared losing control, he had just feared the parts of himself that were different from humans. But from what she could tell, different was very, very good. Wrapping her lips around the tip of him, Chloe slowly started sliding her mouth down over Clark's engorged cock. His breath hitched then seemed to stop as he focused on the sensation. Hoping to test her theory further, Chloe began sliding the broad wetness of her tongue along him inside her mouth, which caused Clark's breath to resume on a groan. She didn't know how to deep throat and didn't want to attempt it right now, so when he hit the back of her mouth, Chloe used her hand to enclose the part of him that she couldn't take. Then moving hand and mouth in tandem, she began moving up and down Clark's length, slowly at first, then faster. She could feel the twitch in his hips as he fought not to thrust, but the jerky movements along with his gasps of pleasure told her she was doing it right. Her mouth and hand full of him, she heard Clark gasp out, "Chloe, I'm gonna...", but instead of pulling away as he expected, she purred deep in her throat in anticipation. It was that vibration transferred through him that set him off. With a cry, Clark's hips spasmed and she felt the pulsing of him as he came. It splashed into the back of her mouth and she reflexively swallowed.
Pulling away from him, Chloe wiped at her mouth, cleaning away some of the stickiness that had escaped as she looked at a dazed and blissful Clark. Smiling, here gave her own words back to her. "Wow. Just wow, Chloe."
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It took Chloe a long moment to realize that maybe she shouldn't have let Clark come. She had so wanted him to feel the same sort of mind blanking ecstasy that she had, it hadn't occurred to her that as a guy he would need recovery time between...things.
She was just about to tell him that it was alright if they didn't have sex today when she felt something stirring against her leg. Looking down, she saw that Clark's member was already filling out again...though to be fair, it hadn't really gone down to start with.
Looking up to meet Clark's gaze with wide, surprised eyes, she said, "Wow, Clark. That's...impressive. Who would have thought the little green men UFO chasers have been worried about for years would be sex gods?"
"That's Mars. I'm from Krypton." Grasping onto her hips to keep her steady, Clark flipped her into her back again with a grin. "And I have no idea if they are sex gods."
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Chloe felt the hard blunt head of Clark's hard cock moving into position against her. She was so wet and ready, she could tell it was an effort for Clark to pause at her entrance.
"Tell me you want to do this, Chloe. If you don't, I'll stop. I'm not sure how, but I will." She saw the lust and the barely held back power of him as she felt the probing head of him dipping then retreating from the slick core of her as he waited for her reply. In response, she lifted her hips and wrapped her legs around his waist, impaling herself on his hard length with as glad cry that echoed through the little grotto.
When she had seen the size of him, she had felt a moment of trepidation, not entirely sure he would fit, but as he slid home, all she felt was complete. Her ready body adjusted to fit him, but held fast and tight, as if even there she unwilling to lose any contact. When he shifted to withdraw and plunge back in, her muscles clenched around him in exquisite pleasure. It felt almost as if she had been made for this with this man, and they just hadn't known it until this moment. Remembering the letter she had once written, she thought that maybe he had just needed to grow into her. She gasped as Clark thrust powerfully into her.
Well, he certainly had grown up to par.
Then all thought was lost to her on waves of sensation.
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Burying himself in Chloe's body was a pleasure unlike any Clark could have thought up. Her body was all that was hot and wet and welcoming, and the way they fit....he'd never have guessed the tiny blonde would meet him so perfectly. Her lightly muscled calves held him with surprising strength and her heels dug into his buttocks encouragingly. But her face as he thrust in her...Oh God, she was beautiful. Her brilliant green eyes were shut, but her mouth was slightly open as she panted. Suddenly, he wanted to see the expression in her eyes as their bodies moved together.
"Chloe, open your eyes."
Her eyes opened, but their green had gone infinitely dark and deep like the finest of emeralds. He thought he would lose himself in them. Then he felt a telltale itchiness in his own eyes, and slammed his lids shut. He felt a pressure building -- in his chest, behind his eyes, and tightening his balls. He knew he was close. He wasn't sure if Chloe felt the changes in him or if she was just close too, but he felt her muscles tightening as well.
"Chloe..." He choked out her name as a warning.
"Yes! Yes, Clark! Now!"
Then everything exploded in a shower of light as Chloe let out a high cry that twined in the air with his own shout of release.
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Chloe opened dazed eyes once more, confused by the mistiness of her vision. A sweet smell drifted on the air.
"Clark?" she asked, confused.
"Hm?" He replied conversationally.
"Clark, why is it misty? And sweet?" Cataloging the strange sensation on her skin, she added, "And sticky?"
She heard a rumbling chuckle move through him and she slapped lightly at his bare back. "I'm serious!"
Clark lifted his head from where he had pillowed it against her breasts and met her gaze. His eyes were heavy lidded with contentment, and his irises had returned to their normal clear blue. Looking around, he finally saw what she meant. Shrugging, he rested his head back onto her breast, mumbling, "I think it was the sodas."
"What?"
"My heat vision went off. I think I hit the sodas you brought."
"You vaporized the sodas?"
"Yeah. Sorry."
Chloe was at a loss for words for a long moment, but slowly the laughter built. It started in her stomach, rising up her throat until it burst out in great peals of laughter. Clark looked at her in amused confusion, which set her off all over again.
Because it would seem Clark was no longer afraid of his powers.
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"Chloe?" he asked of the girl snuggled in his arms.
"Mmmm?"
"How did you know?"
"Mm?"
"How did you know I wouldn't hurt you when we...you know?"
Laughter rumbled in her chest. "Because I love you, Clark."
"What does that have to do with it?"
She laughed again, "Because it means I know and accept all the parts that make you -- You."
"That still doesn't make sense."
Chloe sighed, "Ok, let me put it this way...I said I was in love with you since 8th grade, right?"
"Right."
"But that wasn't exactly true."
"What?!"
"Roll with me a moment here, Clark. What I meant was that I was in love with the parts of you that I knew, even if it wasn't all of you. I knew you were holding back from me, so while I loved you, I knew it wasn't complete, no matter how much I wanted it to be. But then I learned your secret and you finally started letting me into your life -- your real life -- and it was like falling in love with you all over again, but for real this time."
"Alright, but..."
"No buts. That's the point. I finally knew and accepted you. The real you -- powers, alien heritage -- all of it. Even the parts you were afraid of, I wasn't, because I loved you and accepted they were just part of you. You just needed to learn to do the same."
Clark stared at her in amazement. He wasn't sure how he had gotten so lucky. After years of blindness, he finally saw the girl of his dreams had been his best friend all along. "Chloe, I-I don't really know what to say, except maybe 'thank you'."
Chloe stretched in a way that was shockingly seductive against him before replying, "I can think of better ways for you to show your appreciation, after you recov..." Her words trailed off as she saw his 'recovery' was well underway already. "Wow, alright then."
Leaning over her, Clark lifted her in his arms, both of them still naked as the day were born. He carefully carried her back into the water of the pool.
"Clark! What are you doing?" Chloe cried in surprise, but with more than a little curiosity.
He smiled with a wicked gleam in his blue eyes. "Getting ready to thank you again."
"In the wate--" Once more, Chloe's words cut off, as she caught his expression. "Wow, Clark, I had no idea you'd be so...creative."
"Well, I've had a long time to think on it, you know." He grinned at her, as the warm water lapped at their naked bodies.
Chloe replied with a wicked grin of her own. "Me too."
They didn't leave the water for a long time.
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A few days later, Clark pulled up in front of Chloe's house. She had called and asked him to go swimming, and though The Grotto would be too cold for her now, Crater Lake would still be open. Clark tried not to be too disappointed, knowing that going to the lake would mean a return to Chloe's old one-piece suits and frumpy cover-ups. He would certainly miss her cute bikinis, even if he now got to see what was under all those clothes. Looking down at Shelby working sympathetic eyebrows at him, Clark knew his sigh of disappointment had been all too audible.
He rubbed the dog's head affectionately. "You don't care what she wears, do you boy? Just so long as she rubs you and tells you how beautiful and wonderful you are." Clark chuckled to himself, thinking that actually sounded pretty good to him too, especially if she did it naked...
Clark was so distracted by the fantasy, that it took him a moment to realize that as Chloe was walking down her porch steps, she wasn't wearing a boring one-piece or a formless cover-up. She was in her red bikini. The one he really liked.
Maybe she didn't remember that The Grotto would be too cold?
"Uh, Chloe, you know we can't go back to The Grotto, right?" he asked as she climbed into the passenger side of the truck's cab. Shelby had helpfully hopped into the backseat.
She smiled at Clark beautifully. "I know. I figured we'd go to Crater Lake."
Clark took a long moment to look her over the the hot little red bikini before bringing his eyes up to meet hers. He felt his face stretch into a grin. "Alright, Crater Lake it is, then."
Shelby barked at them to get moving, and Chloe and Clark laughed in reply as the truck made its way to the lake.
---- THE END ----
B) Rating: NC-17
C) Notes: This is my own better version of Summer S5. Story is 5 chapters long and 16,690 words.
D) Summary: When Crater Lake shuts down in the middle of a blazing summer, Clark and Chloe need to find a new retreat. In a place all their own, will things heat up before summer ends...or will fear cool their feelings?
E) The person it is for: futurescribbler
F) Original prompt: sun, fun, water
CHAPTER 5
Oh wow... Chloe thought as Clark's mouth slammed down onto her own with a searing and almost frantic passion.
When Clark Kent gave himself over to something, there really was no holding back. And boy, could he kiss! She wound her arms around his neck and pressed her body as close to his as she could, her nipples pebbling under the wet, stretchy fabric of her bikini top. The sensitive nubs pressed against the hardness of Clark's torso made her groan into his mouth. Clark responded by moving his hands back to her body, resting his large palms on the indentation of her waist. She felt his squeeze slightly, and she suddenly realized he appreciated her curves. That knowledge made her feel beautiful and sexy in a way she never had before. Maybe that crazy black goth outfit she had somehow acquired for her last birthday wouldn't be such a bad look. Then his hands moved up her sides, until his thumbs once more teased just below her covered breasts. She ached with her need for him to touch her, and as he hesitated she feared he would once more draw away...then she felt him tug at the knot holding the front of her top closed. The normally tight and difficult knot untied easily in his strong hands, reminding her that he was used to working knots on the farm. He was a regular boyscout at some things, she thought laughingly to herself.
Letting the top slip off her arms and into the water with a plop, Chloe felt at once exposed and incredibly wicked. She'd never been topless outside in her entire life, but now here she was in this secluded pond with Clark Kent gazing at her like she was some sort of water sprite come to him. Feeling sexy and dangerous, she moved back into him again so that her taunt nipples traced against his hard torso. Clark sucked in a breath, and she saw him hesitate for just a moment before he brought up his hands to grasp her full breasts. His palms were large, but not callused in the way she would expect of a farmer's. She wondered if Kryptonians even got calluses. Clark's hands were firm and strong, and very warm on her delicate skin. He squeezed gently, and then slightly harder as she pressed herself more into his grip. She wanted him to hold all of her. Her breasts had filled out quite a bit the last few years, and she had been annoyed as she outgrew many of her favorite tops. Until now. Now she saw they were just the right size to fill Clark's hands. That made her suddenly love the larger size in a way she never had before.
"Oh, God, Chloe...you are so beautiful..." she heard Clark moan.
Then the word was spinning, and water flailed out around them as Clark lifted her out of the water and into his arms. Cradling her against him as he did while they ran, he slogged the yards between them and the shore. She saw that Clark had thoughtfully spread out the blanket after she had dropped the bag and rushed for the water. Gently, he laid her down upon the blanket before settling down next to her. She shivered slightly, but knew it was because of the fires burning in Clark's blue eyes and not due to any chill in the air. With that gaze on her, she'd never feel the cold.
Then, leaning over her, Clark moved to kiss her again, but in her eagerness Chloe grasped onto the dark thickness of his hair and dragged his mouth down to hers. Stretched out on the beach this way, the difference in their heights became less obvious, as Clark's body moved to settle on her own, using his powerful forearms to keep his weight from crushing her. The hardness of his thrusting member now resting between her thighs built a desperate passion in her. She ran her tongue along her corded line of Clark's shoulder, collecting droplets of cool water on her tongue. She wished she could nip at his earlobe, but feared his steel-like skin would damage her teeth instead, so she settled for outlining the curl of his ear with her tongue.
Clark groaned in response and she guessed that his ears, which were so sensitive to sound, might also be sensitive to touch. So she teased and licked his ears, which made him groan and wiggle in a way that made her think of Shelby getting his own ears scratched. She had to hide her smile against his neck, because she doubted Clark would appreciate being compared to his dog right now.
Then Clark was looking at her again, and her humor fled as she saw his eyes. His eyes, normally a clear and guileless blue had gone deep and dark as he shifted down her body. She knew what he intended before he got there, but she was unprepared for the sheer shock of sensation as his mouth closed around her right nipple. Her body arched into a bow as she instinctively tried to press herself even deeper into his mouth. Clark's tongue, which so often tripped over all the wrong words, was clever and nimble on her breast. Clutching him tightly to herself, she pressed her hips against his torso as she sought a matching friction below to join the pulses his mouth caused above. She let out a half-whimper when he stopped, but he was only moving to give her other breast equal attention.
Then, shockingly, she felt his hand moving between their bodies...heading south. Chloe stopped breathing.
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Chloe's body was a marvel. The breasts he'd been lusting over for months were even more full and perfect when fitted into his hands or mouth. He wondered why she had been hiding them for years now. She used to wear lower cut tops, but they had disappeared in favor of little cap-sleeved blouses. He found himself hating cap-sleeved blouses for just a moment, before remembering that they weren't in his way right now.
As he moved down her body, Clark was fascinated by Chloe's stomach. Smooth pale skin, untouched by the freckles that sprinkled her upper torso and the soft as silk as he ran his open palm over her. He wondered at the taste of such skin. Would it be sweet as her breasts and lips? Dragging his mouth away from her beautiful breasts, he let his mouth trail behind his hand until he hit the band of her bikini bottoms. He had always seen them as small and sleek on her, but now they seemed a barrier to great mysteries. Closing his eyes, briefly, he opened himself to her scent. Clean and fresh from the waters of the pool, but with an underlying spice. Something sweet, but with a bit of a bite like cinnamon or licorice. And below that, another scent, subtle, but unmistakable. The scent of an aroused woman. It nearly drove him mad.
He had a vague idea of how to perform oral sex, but had never actually tried it. He'd wanted to with Lana, but she had stopped him saying it was "icky." Looking up Chloe's quivering body and subtly thrusting hips, he knew that she wanted it as much as him, if not more. He moved his fingers to hook into the sides of the red bathing suit bottoms and carefully dragged them down her legs. Then feeling suddenly playful, he pulled the stretchy fabric until it snapped between his fingers and across the blanket. The action loosened some of the tension that had formed when they both realized Chloe was bared before him.
It was strange, but this was his first time really seeing a naked woman. With Lana, it had always been by firelight or under covers. But here, Chloe lay before him in the dappled sunlight of their forest retreat, bare and beautiful as some sort of water nymph come to rest on the shore. He had to smile that between the two of them -- him the alien from a destroyed planet, and her a naked woman flush with passion -- she seemed much more the exotic creature. He sent a silent prayer of thanks to Pete for the old copies of Maxim magazine hidden in the springs of the barn's couch. The key to his ship had been hidden and found a half-dozen times in that barn, but the magazines had remained safe. Maybe he should reconsider his priorities in hiding spots...
But now, he'd put the instruction from those magazines to good use. He started by exploring her with his tongue, as Chloe shifted under him. As he moved to the hidden inner layers, he found a slick nectar that smelled of heaven and musk. Running his tongue along the cleft of her, the thick slickness coated his tongue, causing Chloe to cry out in ecstasy. The taste...oh god...the taste. He would die happy if everything in life tasted like Chloe. He repeated the move and as he did so, he found the tight little nub at the top of her slit. Rolling his tongue into a hard point, he flicked at it experimentally, causing Chloe's hips to jump from the blanket under her. Realizing he had found Chloe's clit, Clark felt like he had solved the riddle of the caves all over again. Then thinking how Chloe had told him to embrace everything he was, Clark began drawing the symbol of his family crest with his tongue on her. Declaring both who he was, while also marking her as his own.
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The things Clark was making her feel were indescribable. She thought what the little vibrator Lois had purchased for her was amazing, but Clark was...out of this world. Her body pulsed and sang, sending shocks of sensation through her as his tongue teased and flicked. Then when he slid one long, squared finger into her, the new riot of sensation almost made her lose it right then. But she forced herself to hold back, fighting her own body in an effort to extend the pleasure to its greatest infinite peak. Panting and clutching at Clark's thick hair, she held on for dear life, her own head tossing to and fro in ecstasy. She was glad he was invulnerable, otherwise he'd be bald as Lex about now.
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The way Chloe was moving under his mouth and hands was erotic in a way Clark had never imagined. Not even in his fantasies had he guessed she would respond this much. Her hips pulsed in rhythm with his hand in a way that had his own hips pumping in instinctive reply. Her wordless cries and desperately grasping hands made him feel even more powerful than when he stopped bullets cold. After all, bullets were always mindless, but it was him that made Chloe so.
He made a snap decision to attempt something he had never before considered. Something that only he could do. He put on speed in the same way as he would if he were running, but instead of focusing the power in his feet and legs, he sent it to his tongue.
Chloe released an ear-splitting shriek of incandescent pleasure that sent all the little fish in the nearby pool to hiding under rocks. Clark felt her channel clamp hard around his hand as pulses of sensation rippled through her and his tongue was bathed in hot wetness as Chloe came gloriously.
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......I think I may have just died.....
Chloe's mind took a very long time reassemble itself. Her body took even longer, as Clark moved to hold her still-shuddering form as the last aftershocks faded. When her mind's wheels finally started turning again, she met Clark's grinning expression with one that still felt dazed. "Wow. Just wow, Clark. That was..."
"Good?" he supplied expectantly looking down at her where she was curled against him.
"No," she answered dazedly.
Clark's face fell, until she quickly continued, "That was incredible. How did you...?"
Clark blushed, which Chloe found funny since she was the naked one that had just screamed like a banshee. Or maybe like Bigfoot. This was Canada, after all.
"I read some articles..." Clark replied.
"Ha!" Chloe responded, pushing lightly at Clark's chest. "I knew you had newsprint in you somewhere." She chuckled. "It just wasn't for my kind of stories!" she teased.
"Oh, I don't know about that, Chloe. You seemed to enjoy my reading material too." He grinned at her wickedly.
That surprisingly snappy retort from Clark, set her to laughing again.
Still smiling, Chloe draped herself over Clark's chest to meet his eyes. As she watched, she saw the laughter in his eyes turn warm as his gaze ran down her still-naked body. Watching that stoked fire build in him, Chloe felt her own heat rise to meet his once more.
Feeling reckless, Chloe found she wanted him to feel a measure of what she had. So she shifted her hips just enough for her to slide a hand between their bodies. When she found the hard line of Clark's shaft through his damp swim trunks, she trailed her fingers up the thrusting shape. She felt his sharp inhale and the shudder that ran through his body at the contact.
"My turn," she told him silkily, giving him her best seductive look, and moving her body over his.
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Could any sight on earth be any hotter than a naked Chloe Sullivan moving to straddle his hips? Clark thought.
Though his hips were slim compared to the rest of him, he was still a large guy, so her legs were wide spread across his middle. The damp fabric of his bathing suit should feel clammy on his skin, but the core of her just on the other side of the fabric radiated heat. Clark had a hard time thinking, knowing that thin layer of fabric was all that separated their bodies from joining.
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Oh God, he was so beautiful. It was almost unfair for a man to be this gorgeous, with acres of taunt golden flesh spread over hard planes of muscle. Clark could be a model, but he never seemed to notice his own beauty. Mostly his shirtless gorgeousness was wasted on cows and corn.
There was something wrong about that. She should really step up and appreciate it for him.
His skin was almost fever-hot, but she had seen the glimmer of fire in his eyes earlier and guessed that was just part of his physiology. Though she felt feverish herself.
Actually, maybe that was actually what was happening here -- this was a fever dream. That was certainly more likely than that Clark had just given her mind-blowing oral sex in a mysterious forest grotto as he looked at her as if she made the stars shine.
Maybe she should test her theory.
Looking at the beautiful form of Clark under her, Chloe suddenly wanted to put her hands and mouth over every inch of him. Every time she'd ever touched him, a touch that she'd made light and platonic, came back to her as an unfulfilled promise. Leaning forward, she ran her tongue down his hard pectoral, collecting stray beads of water on her tongue. The water was crisp and his skin was clean and slightly hay-smelling. The detail of it too real to be a fantasy, and she felt her body shiver in excitement at the realness of it.
And suddenly, she wanted it all to be real.
Scooting down to Clark's thighs she carefully untied the drawstring holding on Clark's bathing suit. Then catching his hot eyes for a moment, she gently pulled the clinging fabric down, freeing his shaft. Working together, they got the suit off his legs and kicked away, leaving Chloe sitting across Clark's legs with a very impressive, very aroused....view.
"Wow," Chloe breathed, blinking.
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'Wow?' Clark thought. 'Wow' was good, right?
He knew that physiologically speaking he looked like a human man there, though somewhat larger from what he could tell from glimpses in the locker room. And Lana hadn't seemed to think he was any different, though he'd lost his powers when they had been together, and thinking about it, it was dark for her too so maybe she hadn't really seen much of him either.
But Chloe was...staring.
He was just about to ask if something was wrong, when he saw her lick her lips and the brains that were not south of his navel just...stopped.
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Chloe had limited experience with performing oral sex, having only done it once with the boy she'd wasted her useless virginity on. And even then, she'd mainly been curious about it and not particularly turned on by the idea. She'd heard guys thought it was just about the best thing ever, and Jimmy had seemed to like it, though she had stopped before he came. Some instinct told her that if she let him finish, she would've remained a virgin that night and she hadn't wanted that.
But looking down at Clark's engorged shaft with glistening beads of moisture on the end, she desperately wanted to taste him. She wanted to run the flat of her tongue over the shiny darker head and down the shaft. She wanted to see how much of that hard length she could take into her mouth.
Leaning forward, she traced the pulsing vein on the underside of the shaft with one delicate finger, enjoying the velvet-over-steel texture of him. When she reached the end where root met tip, his cock jumped to meet her, and she almost laughed aloud at his body's betraying eagerness. Returning to the base, she ran a gentle finger along the shape of his testicles, while she took the staff of him in a firm but loose grip. Clark's eyes rolled up into his head in a way she had only seen happen to people about to pass out, but the groan of pleasure he made told her he was far away from losing consciousness. Feeling emboldened, Chloe moved her hand along his length until she reached the shining beads of moisture that were weeping from the tip. Catching them on her finger, she used them to smooth along Clark's hard shaft so she could slide her hand along him with ease. Then, leaning forward, she gently flicked her tongue across the tip of the dark head, and Clark's hips jumped spasmodically as a strangled noise escaped his lips.
Teasingly, Chloe ran her tongue around the head of Clark's cock, as she slid her hand up and down the shaft. She noticed Clark's hands digging into the blanket as he held himself in check. She was happy he recognized that he couldn't hold onto her the same way she had held onto him. Smiling to herself as she teased him, she knew she was right. He hadn't really feared losing control, he had just feared the parts of himself that were different from humans. But from what she could tell, different was very, very good. Wrapping her lips around the tip of him, Chloe slowly started sliding her mouth down over Clark's engorged cock. His breath hitched then seemed to stop as he focused on the sensation. Hoping to test her theory further, Chloe began sliding the broad wetness of her tongue along him inside her mouth, which caused Clark's breath to resume on a groan. She didn't know how to deep throat and didn't want to attempt it right now, so when he hit the back of her mouth, Chloe used her hand to enclose the part of him that she couldn't take. Then moving hand and mouth in tandem, she began moving up and down Clark's length, slowly at first, then faster. She could feel the twitch in his hips as he fought not to thrust, but the jerky movements along with his gasps of pleasure told her she was doing it right. Her mouth and hand full of him, she heard Clark gasp out, "Chloe, I'm gonna...", but instead of pulling away as he expected, she purred deep in her throat in anticipation. It was that vibration transferred through him that set him off. With a cry, Clark's hips spasmed and she felt the pulsing of him as he came. It splashed into the back of her mouth and she reflexively swallowed.
Pulling away from him, Chloe wiped at her mouth, cleaning away some of the stickiness that had escaped as she looked at a dazed and blissful Clark. Smiling, here gave her own words back to her. "Wow. Just wow, Chloe."
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It took Chloe a long moment to realize that maybe she shouldn't have let Clark come. She had so wanted him to feel the same sort of mind blanking ecstasy that she had, it hadn't occurred to her that as a guy he would need recovery time between...things.
She was just about to tell him that it was alright if they didn't have sex today when she felt something stirring against her leg. Looking down, she saw that Clark's member was already filling out again...though to be fair, it hadn't really gone down to start with.
Looking up to meet Clark's gaze with wide, surprised eyes, she said, "Wow, Clark. That's...impressive. Who would have thought the little green men UFO chasers have been worried about for years would be sex gods?"
"That's Mars. I'm from Krypton." Grasping onto her hips to keep her steady, Clark flipped her into her back again with a grin. "And I have no idea if they are sex gods."
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Chloe felt the hard blunt head of Clark's hard cock moving into position against her. She was so wet and ready, she could tell it was an effort for Clark to pause at her entrance.
"Tell me you want to do this, Chloe. If you don't, I'll stop. I'm not sure how, but I will." She saw the lust and the barely held back power of him as she felt the probing head of him dipping then retreating from the slick core of her as he waited for her reply. In response, she lifted her hips and wrapped her legs around his waist, impaling herself on his hard length with as glad cry that echoed through the little grotto.
When she had seen the size of him, she had felt a moment of trepidation, not entirely sure he would fit, but as he slid home, all she felt was complete. Her ready body adjusted to fit him, but held fast and tight, as if even there she unwilling to lose any contact. When he shifted to withdraw and plunge back in, her muscles clenched around him in exquisite pleasure. It felt almost as if she had been made for this with this man, and they just hadn't known it until this moment. Remembering the letter she had once written, she thought that maybe he had just needed to grow into her. She gasped as Clark thrust powerfully into her.
Well, he certainly had grown up to par.
Then all thought was lost to her on waves of sensation.
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Burying himself in Chloe's body was a pleasure unlike any Clark could have thought up. Her body was all that was hot and wet and welcoming, and the way they fit....he'd never have guessed the tiny blonde would meet him so perfectly. Her lightly muscled calves held him with surprising strength and her heels dug into his buttocks encouragingly. But her face as he thrust in her...Oh God, she was beautiful. Her brilliant green eyes were shut, but her mouth was slightly open as she panted. Suddenly, he wanted to see the expression in her eyes as their bodies moved together.
"Chloe, open your eyes."
Her eyes opened, but their green had gone infinitely dark and deep like the finest of emeralds. He thought he would lose himself in them. Then he felt a telltale itchiness in his own eyes, and slammed his lids shut. He felt a pressure building -- in his chest, behind his eyes, and tightening his balls. He knew he was close. He wasn't sure if Chloe felt the changes in him or if she was just close too, but he felt her muscles tightening as well.
"Chloe..." He choked out her name as a warning.
"Yes! Yes, Clark! Now!"
Then everything exploded in a shower of light as Chloe let out a high cry that twined in the air with his own shout of release.
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Chloe opened dazed eyes once more, confused by the mistiness of her vision. A sweet smell drifted on the air.
"Clark?" she asked, confused.
"Hm?" He replied conversationally.
"Clark, why is it misty? And sweet?" Cataloging the strange sensation on her skin, she added, "And sticky?"
She heard a rumbling chuckle move through him and she slapped lightly at his bare back. "I'm serious!"
Clark lifted his head from where he had pillowed it against her breasts and met her gaze. His eyes were heavy lidded with contentment, and his irises had returned to their normal clear blue. Looking around, he finally saw what she meant. Shrugging, he rested his head back onto her breast, mumbling, "I think it was the sodas."
"What?"
"My heat vision went off. I think I hit the sodas you brought."
"You vaporized the sodas?"
"Yeah. Sorry."
Chloe was at a loss for words for a long moment, but slowly the laughter built. It started in her stomach, rising up her throat until it burst out in great peals of laughter. Clark looked at her in amused confusion, which set her off all over again.
Because it would seem Clark was no longer afraid of his powers.
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"Chloe?" he asked of the girl snuggled in his arms.
"Mmmm?"
"How did you know?"
"Mm?"
"How did you know I wouldn't hurt you when we...you know?"
Laughter rumbled in her chest. "Because I love you, Clark."
"What does that have to do with it?"
She laughed again, "Because it means I know and accept all the parts that make you -- You."
"That still doesn't make sense."
Chloe sighed, "Ok, let me put it this way...I said I was in love with you since 8th grade, right?"
"Right."
"But that wasn't exactly true."
"What?!"
"Roll with me a moment here, Clark. What I meant was that I was in love with the parts of you that I knew, even if it wasn't all of you. I knew you were holding back from me, so while I loved you, I knew it wasn't complete, no matter how much I wanted it to be. But then I learned your secret and you finally started letting me into your life -- your real life -- and it was like falling in love with you all over again, but for real this time."
"Alright, but..."
"No buts. That's the point. I finally knew and accepted you. The real you -- powers, alien heritage -- all of it. Even the parts you were afraid of, I wasn't, because I loved you and accepted they were just part of you. You just needed to learn to do the same."
Clark stared at her in amazement. He wasn't sure how he had gotten so lucky. After years of blindness, he finally saw the girl of his dreams had been his best friend all along. "Chloe, I-I don't really know what to say, except maybe 'thank you'."
Chloe stretched in a way that was shockingly seductive against him before replying, "I can think of better ways for you to show your appreciation, after you recov..." Her words trailed off as she saw his 'recovery' was well underway already. "Wow, alright then."
Leaning over her, Clark lifted her in his arms, both of them still naked as the day were born. He carefully carried her back into the water of the pool.
"Clark! What are you doing?" Chloe cried in surprise, but with more than a little curiosity.
He smiled with a wicked gleam in his blue eyes. "Getting ready to thank you again."
"In the wate--" Once more, Chloe's words cut off, as she caught his expression. "Wow, Clark, I had no idea you'd be so...creative."
"Well, I've had a long time to think on it, you know." He grinned at her, as the warm water lapped at their naked bodies.
Chloe replied with a wicked grin of her own. "Me too."
They didn't leave the water for a long time.
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A few days later, Clark pulled up in front of Chloe's house. She had called and asked him to go swimming, and though The Grotto would be too cold for her now, Crater Lake would still be open. Clark tried not to be too disappointed, knowing that going to the lake would mean a return to Chloe's old one-piece suits and frumpy cover-ups. He would certainly miss her cute bikinis, even if he now got to see what was under all those clothes. Looking down at Shelby working sympathetic eyebrows at him, Clark knew his sigh of disappointment had been all too audible.
He rubbed the dog's head affectionately. "You don't care what she wears, do you boy? Just so long as she rubs you and tells you how beautiful and wonderful you are." Clark chuckled to himself, thinking that actually sounded pretty good to him too, especially if she did it naked...
Clark was so distracted by the fantasy, that it took him a moment to realize that as Chloe was walking down her porch steps, she wasn't wearing a boring one-piece or a formless cover-up. She was in her red bikini. The one he really liked.
Maybe she didn't remember that The Grotto would be too cold?
"Uh, Chloe, you know we can't go back to The Grotto, right?" he asked as she climbed into the passenger side of the truck's cab. Shelby had helpfully hopped into the backseat.
She smiled at Clark beautifully. "I know. I figured we'd go to Crater Lake."
Clark took a long moment to look her over the the hot little red bikini before bringing his eyes up to meet hers. He felt his face stretch into a grin. "Alright, Crater Lake it is, then."
Shelby barked at them to get moving, and Chloe and Clark laughed in reply as the truck made its way to the lake.
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