Part 2
Clark let loose a guttural groan as he took Chloe’s mouth with his own, kissing her heatedly; kissing her like he wanted to crawl inside her. Chloe wrapped her arms tightly around Clark’s neck, pressing her body to his. She felt him through the towel and her knees went weak. Clark deepened the kiss, swirling his tongue inside Chloe’s open mouth, turning Chloe’s insides to molten lava. Finally, Chloe had to pull away to breathe, placing her mouth to Clark’s upper chest, raining open-mouthed kisses along his damp skin. Clark stepped away, taking Chloe’s hand and leading her over to the bed and away from the window. Chloe stood rooted to the spot he left her as he went back over to lock the door and make sure the drapes were pulled tight. When he returned to her, shyness had replaced the boiling heat and he took her hands, toying with her fingers. Chloe looked up at Clark, his own eyes shifting all over her body. She lifted a hand and caressed his cheek, her breath hitching as Clark turned his head to kiss the inside of her palm.
“I think I’m a little over - dressed for this party,” Chloe said quietly.
Clark’s oceanic eyes found hers. Without a word, he took the hem of her sweater and pulled upward. Chloe raised her arms and the sweater was pulled over her head and away, falling to the floor. Chloe swallowed as Clark stepped back and gazed at her. Chloe fought not to cross her arms. If she’d known this was a possibility, she’d worn something a little more daring underneath. As it was, she was wearing a pristine white bra with pale pink flowers etched along the top. However, it seemed Clark didn’t care. His eyes began to burn with hunger as his gaze ate her up. He reached out with a hand to touch her shoulder. Chloe shivered as it rested on her skin. The finger of one hand traced the bra strap down to the cup and following the hill of one breast to the other. The finger then broke and ran down the side of her breast to tickle her underneath.
Chloe was having a hard time breathing. Every touch of Clark’s hand to her body sent shots of electricity through her, causing an ache to begin deep between her thighs. She could feel her desire for him begin to heat and pool. Her mouth was dry and she just wanted Clark to do something. “Clark -“
Clark’s eyes focused on her once more and he put a finger to her lips. “I want to look at you, Chlo,” he murmured.
Chloe remained quiet as Clark continued to stare as if he was in awe. And he was. Clark had never seen anything more beautiful. He’d always admired the way Chloe’s clothes hugged her curves. He loved watching her stretch up or bend over, her clothes pulling to reveal the delicious wonderland that lay underneath. And now he was getting to look his fill with nothing between her skin and his. And there was something about the innocent design of the simple white bra that made what he was looking at more illicit. Pulling Chloe close to him, Clark laid a hand on her full breast, bringing a gasp of pleasure to Chloe’s lips. Clark kissed her, running his hands to the back to undo the clasp. Pulling away from her mouth, Clark pulled the bra with him, letting it join the sweater on the floor.
Clark went to his knees at the sight of Chloe’s bare breasts. They were perfect and round and heavy. Looking up at Chloe, Clark leaned forward and pressed his mouth to the middle of her stomach. Chloe’s hand immediately came up to tangle in his hair. Clark growled as she fisted her hands in his hair. Moving to his left, Clark gave little kisses along the bottom of her breast until her felt her nipple at the corner of his mouth. Clark opened his mouth, sucking the peak between his lips. He was rewarded with a sharp cry as Chloe’s nipple was immersed in the wet heat of his mouth.
Chloe pressed her lips together as Clark suckled her gently. His eyes were closed and he kept her pressed to his mouth with a hand at her back. He used the tip of his tongue to flick over her nipple, each swipe causing her to give a sharp gasp. Chloe’s knees felt as if they were about the buckle and had it not been for Clark’s supporting arm would now be a puddle of pleasure at his feet. Unable to do anything but stand there and enjoy his ministrations, Chloe tunneled her fingers through Clark’s hair. One hand found his shoulder and kneaded him, her hand clutching his shoulder as her body began to pulse. When she felt she could take it no longer, Clark pulled his mouth off her. She hissed as the cold air rushed over the sensitive bud of her breast. Her relief was short-lived, however, as Clark turned his attention to the neglected breast.
“Clark, please,” Chloe groaned out between gritted teeth, begging for something she didn’t know how to ask for. The ache between her thighs had morphed into an intense throbbing only Clark could soothe. And judging by the way he smiled, Chloe knew he was teasing her purposefully. She didn’t know how much longer she could last.
The scent of Chloe’s need was tantalizing in Clark’s nostrils, but he wasn’t ready to move on just yet. He wasn’t experienced in the art of love making, but he could tell he was winding Chloe’s body up like a coil and that was a heady feeling. Whatever he needed to do to continue this feeling, this moment, of her thrumming like a guitar string beneath his mouth was what he wanted. Her skin was soft beneath his hands and warm. Her breasts tasted like honey and he wanted to drink her in. He felt her knees began to wobble. Reluctantly, Clark released her nipple, quickly reminding himself there was so much left to explore. He heard her sigh. Pressing his face to her belly, he wrapped her in a hug. They stood like that for a moment, just enjoying the peaceful feeling of being with one another.
Chloe ran her fingers through Clark’s hair as her pulse rate slowed. After several seconds, Clark turned his face inward and began kissing up Chloe’s stomach until he was once again on his feet, towering above Chloe. Chloe clung to his arms; still not sure she could stand on her own.
“You okay?” Clark asked, his hands dipping down to knead Chloe’s butt.
Chloe licked her lips as she smiled. “A little wobbly but very good. Where did you learn that?”
“I read Cosmo,” Clark teased. He slid his hands up and dipped them back down, going under the waistband of Chloe’s jeans.
Chloe narrowed her eyes. She wrapped her arms around Clark’s neck, both of them moaning as her hard nipples dragged along his bare chest. “Did you read it in preparation for this trip?” She asked huskily. She laid kisses along his collarbone, tugging at the skin of his pectorals with her teeth, causing Clark to hiss.
“I got a monthly subscription when we started dating,” Clark ground out as Chloe toyed with the edge of the towel. “You wanna see what other tricks I’ve picked up?”
“Do I ever,” Chloe whispered against Clark’s neck.
Suddenly, Chloe was on her back gazing up at the ceiling. She rose up on her elbows and saw Clark kneeling at her feet, slipping off the boots she wore. He pulled one off and then the next. Then he slipped her socks off, taking the time to kiss each ankle sweetly. Chloe’s heart pounded. She collapsed back on the bed. She knew what trick Clark was going to demonstrate next and she knew she would surely die in the throes of passion. She felt the bed dip under Clark’s weight and waited with bated breath. He crawled up her and peered down. Chloe ran her eyes down his body; his strong shoulders, his muscled arms, his ribbed abdomen and his trim hips. And then there was the portion that was hidden by the annoying towel.
Chloe reached up and ran a finger along the edge of the towel. “You know, Clark, I can give just as good as I can get.”
His eyes glowed deep inside but all Clark did was take Chloe’s hand and entwine it with his own, holding it next to his heart. “Right now, it’s all about you. About what I have been dreaming of doing to you and of making you feel,” Clark told her in a low voice.
His voice ran along her skin, setting her nerve endings on fire. Her chest heaved as she lay beneath her Kryptonian god, knowing what was coming next. “You’re making me feel like I’m about to die of a heart attack,” Chloe told him with a nervous smile.
“Not yet,” Clark replied with a wicked smile. “Not until I’m done.”
He leaned forward and began kissing Chloe along her shoulder and down between her breasts, following the line of her stomach. He got to her jeans and slowly undid them. Chloe lifted her hips as Clark pulled them down her legs and tossed them on the floor with all the rest.
“Oh, gawd,” Chloe breathed. She knew she was so wet. She’d been wet since Clark put his hands on her in front of the fire. She’d been able to feel him through the layers of her clothes. She felt swollen and hot and knew the only way to assuage the ache was to have Clark inside her. She knew she was teetering on the edge of an orgasm and all Clark had done was give her breasts one hell of a tongue bath. An image flashed in her mind of Clark kneeling between her thighs and Chloe would have fainted dead away had she not been determined to hang on by sheer will.
She watched Clark through heavy lidded eyes as he picked up one leg, setting the heel of her foot on his shoulder and began kissing down the ankle, moving up her calf as her leg hung off his shoulder and then all the way up the inside of her thigh. His eyes stayed connected to hers, making the moment highly erotic as he watched her reaction to his touch. Chloe wanted to look away, it was too personal, but she couldn’t; she couldn’t stop staring into those hungry eyes that feasted on her. Clark made it up her leg only to by - pass the spot she really wanted him and Chloe whimpered. With her leg still on his shoulder, Clark kissed his way back up to her mouth, taking the time to kiss her again, driving her into a more intense heat with the sinful feel of his tongue thrusting in and out of her mouth.
Chloe felt powerless. She wanted to sit up and rip the towel off Clark, push him back and ride him until the break of day. However, Clark had her under some kind of spell where he could do what he wanted, move her where he wanted and she would willingly oblige if it meant the continuation of this unbearable torture. He pulled away from her mouth once more and Chloe almost didn’t have the strength, but she found it. She took his face in her hands.
“Clark, please. I can’t take much more of this,” Chloe begged.
Clark pressed his face to her neck, opening his mouth and scraping his teeth down her skin. He caught her knee and pushed it to the side. Chloe let her leg fall open as Clark ran a hand to the edge of her panties. Running up and over them, Clark pressed her center with two fingers, causing Chloe to cry out and arch her back, her breasts pressing into Clark’s bare chest.
“Yes, yes…” Chloe chanted as the shoots of pleasure came home to roost.
“You weren’t kidding, were you?” Clark whispered devilishly.
Chloe couldn’t help but giggle. “Looks like your research paid off.”
Clark laid Chloe back on the bed and stood up. He grasped the hem of her panties and pulled, Chloe lifting her hips once more as Clarkridded her of the last thing between him and his goal. The panties, like the bra, were white and Clark felt himself harden painfully. Chloe hadn’t been prepared but Clark loved her white delicates. They were simple and non-frilly but completely feminine like the woman now lying naked in front of him. Clark turned his eyes on her once more. Her body was small and dainty, but filled with curves and swells, like a beautiful, rolling hill landscape painting. And it was all his to explore and claim as his own.
Standing at her feet, Clark gasped her knees, looking into her eyes. Chloe seemed to writhe on the bed, but her eyes remained open and on his. With great care, Clark pushed her knees apart to reveal the juncture between her thighs. Lowering his eyes, he gazed at her. And then furrowed his brows.
“What the hell?” He blurted.
Chloe snapped her thighs back together and started laughing wildly, rolling on the bed.
Clark shook his head. He’d heard about women doing that, but had never expected to find it on Chloe. He crawled on to the bed, the towel finally coming loose and falling away from his hips. He caught Chloe by the hips and rolled her back over. Her face was red from laughter and her eyes shone like stars.
“What the hell did you do to yourself?!” He exclaimed.
Chloe smirked; her head nestled against the pillows. “It’s called a Brazilian, Clark.”
“But why?”
Chloe giggled some more. “Because… It’s… cleaner and less… irritating.”
Clark sat beside Chloe facing her. She rolled over on her back to have a better view of him. Clark lifted her thigh a little, peering at her shaved lips. He felt himself jerk because he realized the skin was smooth and it was glossy from her arousal. There was something very naughty about it and Clark got light-headed.
“Did it hurt?” He asked, his fingers tickling her thigh, getting closer and closer to Chloe’s center.
“The first time,” Chloe stuttered, very aware of Clark’s hand. “But now as long as I stay on top of it, it’s not a problem.”
“It’s… Interesting,” Clark said, scooting closer to Chloe’s naked body.
Chloe took shallow breaths; his fingers were almost there. “Does it turn you on?”
Clark raised his eyes. He nodded. Chloe sat up, cupping the back of Clark’s neck to bring him forward for a kiss. The moment their lips met, Clark’s fingers grazed Chloe’s damp folds and she moaned greedily into his mouth. Clark took charge, pushing Chloe back into the pillows, kissing her gently as he ran his fingers up and down her bare lips, sliding along in the wetness leaking from her body.
Chloe pulled her mouth away from Clark, trembling slightly. “Touch me, Clark. Oh, gawd, touch me.”
With a rapidly beating heart, Clark delved his middle finger in between Chloe’s moist folds finally. Chloe clutched at the bedding on either side of her, her thighs falling apart as Clark ran a searching finger, feeling tenderly for the pebbled point of pleasure. They connected; Clark’s wide finger and Chloe’s heightened nub. Chloe’s eyes rolled back in her head as a moan strangled her throat, her hips lifting off the bed. She bit her lip to hold back her cries as Clark began stroking lightly. Her head thrashed from side to side as Clark circled the pearl of her sex, the circles becoming tighter and tighter until he was stroking it softly.
A white - hot pleasure was boiling along Chloe’s limbs, bubbling over and out of her mouth as she began to moan constantly, unable to stem the flow of words coming from her mouth as Clark played her body like a finely tuned instrument. Clark leaned over and began kissing her chest, moving down to her stomach. He laid a hand right above her hips as they began undulating. He laid his mouth over belly button, sucking gently, turning Chloe’s moans into high - pitched squeals. Clark watched her, mesmerized. Her arms were thrown out at her sides, her fingers clawing the comforter on the bed as her back arched up off the bed. Her face was contorted in a mask of pleasure; eyes squeezed shut and mouth open. Feeling that this was barreling toward the finish line, Clark halted, not ready to bring this to its tumultuous end.
Chloe’s eyes shot open as she fell back onto the bed, breathing hard, her breasts shivering.
“No, no, no…” Chloe whimpered. She’d been so close! She could feel her body tightening, the quickly approaching release she’d been longing for. Clark sat up again and pulled his hand free, causing Chloe to wriggle. Her cheeks were flushed as she glared at him. In a flurry on movement, she pushed herself up. “You know, I get what kind of power trip this might put you on but that was not only cruel, it was evil. And if I knew where any Green K was, I’d punch you with it!”
Clark just smirked at her. He shifted more on the bed. A soft gasp was heard and he looked at Chloe. Clark looked down, realizing the towel was gone. She was staring at him, her eyes taking on an excited sheen. Chloe reached out and tentatively touched Clark. Clark gritted his teeth. For all these years, Chloe for some reason thought Clark’s sun - kissed glow was from years out in the sun. But now, she stopped and really looked at him. The tan was all over, including the strong erection sprouting from between his thighs. Her mouth watered. It was thick and long and strong; everything Clark was. It curved slightly and Chloe let loose a silly giggle.
She leaned forward to inspect it more but was quickly herded away.
“Hey!” She exclaimed, fighting Clark as he tried to return her to her position on her back. “You’ve had your turn!”
Clark laughed. “You were threatening to hit me with a piece of Kryptonite a minute ago for stopping!” He grabbed her wrists and fell on her as Chloe continued to squirm under him.
“That was before I saw what I get to play with,” Chloe replied with a vixen - like charm. She stilled and pouted prettily, running a hand down Clark’s long back to his bare ass, slipping her hand underneath to find his hard penis trapped between them. With dainty fingers, she wrapped her hand around him. Clark clenched his teeth and closed his eyes as stars began to burst behind his eyelids. She slid her hand up the length of him and curved her hand over the head of his erection, spreading the liquid that was seeping out, causing her hand to begin to glide in short strokes. Clark swallowed, exerting every ounce of self-control he had not pump his hips into her hand.
Chloe continued her firm strokes, each getting longer as she used his arousal to ease the process. She turned her mouth to his ear and ran her tongue along the shell and then under his ear lobe.
“Don’t you want to know how you made me feel, Clark?” Chloe whispered in Clark’s ear.
Clark tensed, clenching the pillows in his mammoth fists. His hips began to move of their own accord, sliding himself in the tightening vice of Chloe’s hand. Clark fell forward, planting his face against the crook of Chloe’s neck. She wrapped an arm around his shoulders and held him as he shook from the sensations flowing over his body. He groaned against her neck his hips moved faster, Chloe just keeping her hand stationary. She turned her head slightly and began kissing him sweetly. Clark pressed his lips together trying to stave off the orgasm that was collecting, tightening his testicles.
And just like that, Chloe released him. Clark fell on top of her, breathing heavily. He opened his eyes to see her grinning at him.
“Told you you wanted to know what it felt like,” Chloe crowed.
Clark narrowed his eyes and rolled fully on top of Chloe, keeping a knee on either side of her hips as he rose up above her. He lifted a brow. “At least I planned on finishing the job.”
Chloe pushed up slightly, eyeing the gleaming head of Clark’s shaft. “Oh, I’ll finish the job. I just wanted you get a taste of your own medicine.”
Clark leaned down, putting his mouth right next to Chloe’s ear. “The first time I come, I want to be inside you,” Clark whispered.
Like the comment before Clark touched her and brought her within an inch of heaven, Chloe moaned. She ran her hands down the length of Clark’s body. She bit her lip. “Then do it,” she growled.
Clark smirked at her. Chloe grabbed Clark’s arm and turned him to face her. “No more teasing,” Chloe said seriously. “Make love to me, Clark.”
Clark smiled happily as he nibbled her bare shoulder. “What do you think I’ve been doing?”
Chloe giggled. “Okay, then skip to the part where you use your tractor.” She circled the base of his penis with her hand and pulled upward, causing Clark to shiver.
“Is that what we’re calling it?” Clark asked huskily, kissing down Chloe’s stomach with her hand running through his hair.
“Well,” Chloe answered breathily as Clark neared her center once more. “It’s powerful, it’s big and…” Chloe yanked him by his hair; Clark relented and let her pull him up and away. She wrapped her arms around his neck, their faces close together. “I want to ride it all night long.”
"Still mad I brought the condoms?” Clark asked with a wink as he hurried off the bed and began digging in the bag for the box. He finally got it in his hand and ripped the top off. Pulling out one strip, Clark tore off one and let the other little metallic packages fall to the floor. Chloe watched as Clark tried to tear the package at the little tag and giggled at the increased frustration on his face as his hands were just too big to make the tear.
Scooting over to the side of the bed Clark was standing on, Chloe went to her knees and took the gold package from him and brought it her mouth, ripping it with her teeth. She met Clark’s eyes as he watched her, lust burning in his irises, turning them a slight orange color.
“Whatever made you think I was mad, Clark?”
Clark grinned. And then the grin slipped away as Chloe removed the dusky gold latex covering from the package. He swallowed. His fists balled at his thighs as Chloe scooted closer and began to gently unfurl the condom along his erection. Her touch was feathery, but firm enough to make Clark moan quietly through his teeth.
“There we go,” Chloe said softly when the condom was securely on.
Clark bent down and took Chloe’s mouth in a passionate kiss, pushing her back onto the bed. Chloe wrapped her arms around Clark, kissing him back urgently, her heart racing as the moment they’d both been yearning for was upon them. She spread her legs and lifted them, resting them on Clark’s hips. Surprising her, Clark rolled over to his back, lying back on the pillows. He lifted a brow at her.
“So I get to do all the work?” Chloe asked with a slight tremor to her voice.
Clark smirked at her but Chloe could tell he was nervous. And she knew why. This was the first time he would have sex with someone, a human someone, with powers. Chloe swallowed. She was no virgin, but it had been so long since she’d made love to someone. And the last time she’d been a teenager. And it hadn’t been Clark. In a way, they both were still virgins. Chloe’s palms began to sweat. Sensing her unease, Clark leaned forward and cupped her face.
“Chloe, if you don’t want to do this -“
Chloe smiled. Only Clark would think about her when he was sheathed and painfully aroused. She pushed him back onto the pillows and threw a leg over his hips. Balancing on his shoulders, Chloe began to descend. Clark held her hips, guiding her over his erection. Both of them groaned as the head of his penis touched her entrance. Slowly, Chloe lowered herself, her fingers digging into Clark’s shoulders as her body was filled. She began to gasp the farther she went, squeezing her eyes shut as his hardness took over her senses. It had been a long time and Clark was a big boy. It was just this side of uncomfortable but Chloe could feel the pleasure began to bloom in her belly. She opened her eyes to find Clark’s face flushed, his muscles tensed. She leaned forward, pressing her forehead to his as she finally came to rest in his lap with a satisfied whimper. She took several deep breaths. Clark was touching her in places she never knew existed; both physically and in her soul.
Clark closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the head board. “Oh, gawd. Holy -“ Clark’s jaw clenched. Chloe laid her head against his throat. Neither one could move, the pleasure so intense as their bodies finally joined. Clark had never felt anything like it before. He’d known the particulars and he’d known what felt good, but the slow easing into Chloe’s tight body could only be called something spiritual. She felt like a vice and everything was hot. He wanted this to be about her, but all he could think of was throwing her back on the bed and plunging in all over again, repeating the sweet slid of skin on skin over and over until they were covered in each other’s sweat.
“Clark, look at me,” Chloe whispered.
Clark lifted his head and focused his glassy stare on her. Chloe lifted up on her knees slightly and came down, pulling deep moans from both of them. She repeated, going higher, coming down a little faster. Steadily, with her hands on Clark’s shoulders, forehead pressed together, Chloe began moving rhythmically. Her hips caught onto to that timeless primal dance and she threw her head back, lost in the sensations of Clark deep inside her. Her breasts gleamed in the soft glow of the light and Clark curved his hands up over her shoulders, leaning forward to kiss them as they swayed to her every erotic move.
Everything was in slow motion as Clark watched Chloe let go, abandon all her inhibitions, enjoy what his body could give her. Her mouth hung open, cries of pleasure accentuating every downward thrust of her hips. Her body began to tremble. Clark caught her hips, helping her continue the ride as her cries turned into keens of release. She fell forward, her body convulsing on top of Clark’s, Clark’s name the exalted chant on her lips as she laid over him like a blanket. Her body contracted around him and Clark gritted his teeth. He wanted Chloe to enjoy every last tremor of her orgasm. He sat as still as he could, stroking Chloe’s back as she moved jerkily against him, panting from the exertion. Her lips found Clark’s and she kissed him weakly.
“My… Superman…” Chloe whispered against his lips. “So… Strong. You don’t have to be strong… All the time.” Chloe leaned back, pulling Clark with her until they were somehow stretched out on the bed, Clark above her. Pulling his head down and kissing his jaw, Chloe lifted her hips and wrapped her legs around him once more. “Love me, Clark. Love me like you want to.”
Chloe lay back against the bed, wrapping her hands around Clark’s biceps. Clark gritted his teeth and pulled back and thrusted sharply into Chloe’s waiting body, dragging a savage cry from her. Reaching back, Clark hooked an arm under Chloe’s leg, raising it higher, pushing it back. He thrusted roughly again and again, Chloe writhing underneath him, her overly-sensitive body assaulted once more as Clark made passionate and violent love to her. She gnashed her teeth, tossing her head side to side, clinging to Clark like he was the only life-preserver on the tempestuous sea.
“Yes! Clark, yes!” Chloe screamed, the friction of Clark’s movements, the depths he reached inside her, the places he was stroking, washed over her. The epicenter was where their bodies joined and Chloe wanted to dive under and never come back up. The bed shook around them as Clark took Chloe’s body fiercely, with an animal-ferocity he didn’t know existed within him. He could feel Chloe’s body tightening again, his own tightening in response, his testicles drawing up close to his body in near pain that would soon boil out of him in pleasure. Their voices rose as they called each other’s names, bodies hanging in the sharpest of limbos before crashing together in a ball of heated bliss.
Chloe’s back arched as Clark fought to stay upright above her, riding out his own intense orgasm, gasps catching in his throat, turning into guttural groans. He let go of Chloe’s leg only to have it snake up around his hips again. Chloe brought her arms up and pulled him down, his big form falling on her, shaking like a leaf. The aftershocks of Chloe’s second orgasm ran through her into Clark, causing them both to tremble as they lay in a tangled mass of limbs, their breath coming in ragged drags. Clark lay on Chloe’s chest as she stroked through his hair and down his neck in soothing lines. They laid there for an eternity, until nothing was left but delightful soreness and sticky skin.
Moving as if he’d been drugged, Clark pulled away from Chloe and walked to the bathroom with weak knees. He heard the bed squeak as Chloe followed him. She circled him, lowering the toilet lid and pushing him onto it. He followed her lead, feeling weak. She pulled the used condom from him and threw it in the trash, quickly soaking a washcloth in warm water. She returned to him and knelt, carefully cleaning his deflated shaft. Clark’s eyes followed her as she attended to him. She went to stand but Clark grabbed her waist and pulled her to him, kissing her for the thousandth time because he truly couldn’t get enough of her.
“I could have done that,” he slurred slighty at her when he pulled away.
Chloe smiled and pressed a hand to his cheek. “I know,” she replied. “But you looked like a baby deer just learning to walk.”
Clark ran a hand up into her sex - mussed hair. “I love you.”
Chloe regarded him, wondering if that was his orgasm talking. Then she remembered how he’d been with her; giving and unselfish, only giving in to his need when he was sure she was taken care of. She couldn’t stop the tears from forming and as she blinked, one ran down the curve of her cheek.
“I love you, too,” Chloe whispered with a shaky smile.
Clark raised a hand and wiped the tear away with his thumb. “So, when do we get to do that awesome simultaneous orgasm thing again?”
Chloe laughed and pulled away, taking Clark’s wrist and leading him out of the bathroom. “The ordinary male body takes at least thirty minutes to be able to reach an aroused state again after an orgasm.”
Clark wrapped Chloe in his arms and pulled her back against him, nestling his member between her cheeks. He gently bit the skin of her neck. “Then thank goodness I am anything but ordinary,” he growled.
Chloe turned, making sure every line of her body pressed against Clark. “So, what? Another fifteen minutes?”
“Try fifteen seconds,” Clark crowed as he reached around Chloe and ripped back the thick coverlet before he tumbled them onto the bed.
“I think I’m a little over - dressed for this party,” Chloe said quietly.
Clark’s oceanic eyes found hers. Without a word, he took the hem of her sweater and pulled upward. Chloe raised her arms and the sweater was pulled over her head and away, falling to the floor. Chloe swallowed as Clark stepped back and gazed at her. Chloe fought not to cross her arms. If she’d known this was a possibility, she’d worn something a little more daring underneath. As it was, she was wearing a pristine white bra with pale pink flowers etched along the top. However, it seemed Clark didn’t care. His eyes began to burn with hunger as his gaze ate her up. He reached out with a hand to touch her shoulder. Chloe shivered as it rested on her skin. The finger of one hand traced the bra strap down to the cup and following the hill of one breast to the other. The finger then broke and ran down the side of her breast to tickle her underneath.
Chloe was having a hard time breathing. Every touch of Clark’s hand to her body sent shots of electricity through her, causing an ache to begin deep between her thighs. She could feel her desire for him begin to heat and pool. Her mouth was dry and she just wanted Clark to do something. “Clark -“
Clark’s eyes focused on her once more and he put a finger to her lips. “I want to look at you, Chlo,” he murmured.
Chloe remained quiet as Clark continued to stare as if he was in awe. And he was. Clark had never seen anything more beautiful. He’d always admired the way Chloe’s clothes hugged her curves. He loved watching her stretch up or bend over, her clothes pulling to reveal the delicious wonderland that lay underneath. And now he was getting to look his fill with nothing between her skin and his. And there was something about the innocent design of the simple white bra that made what he was looking at more illicit. Pulling Chloe close to him, Clark laid a hand on her full breast, bringing a gasp of pleasure to Chloe’s lips. Clark kissed her, running his hands to the back to undo the clasp. Pulling away from her mouth, Clark pulled the bra with him, letting it join the sweater on the floor.
Clark went to his knees at the sight of Chloe’s bare breasts. They were perfect and round and heavy. Looking up at Chloe, Clark leaned forward and pressed his mouth to the middle of her stomach. Chloe’s hand immediately came up to tangle in his hair. Clark growled as she fisted her hands in his hair. Moving to his left, Clark gave little kisses along the bottom of her breast until her felt her nipple at the corner of his mouth. Clark opened his mouth, sucking the peak between his lips. He was rewarded with a sharp cry as Chloe’s nipple was immersed in the wet heat of his mouth.
Chloe pressed her lips together as Clark suckled her gently. His eyes were closed and he kept her pressed to his mouth with a hand at her back. He used the tip of his tongue to flick over her nipple, each swipe causing her to give a sharp gasp. Chloe’s knees felt as if they were about the buckle and had it not been for Clark’s supporting arm would now be a puddle of pleasure at his feet. Unable to do anything but stand there and enjoy his ministrations, Chloe tunneled her fingers through Clark’s hair. One hand found his shoulder and kneaded him, her hand clutching his shoulder as her body began to pulse. When she felt she could take it no longer, Clark pulled his mouth off her. She hissed as the cold air rushed over the sensitive bud of her breast. Her relief was short-lived, however, as Clark turned his attention to the neglected breast.
“Clark, please,” Chloe groaned out between gritted teeth, begging for something she didn’t know how to ask for. The ache between her thighs had morphed into an intense throbbing only Clark could soothe. And judging by the way he smiled, Chloe knew he was teasing her purposefully. She didn’t know how much longer she could last.
The scent of Chloe’s need was tantalizing in Clark’s nostrils, but he wasn’t ready to move on just yet. He wasn’t experienced in the art of love making, but he could tell he was winding Chloe’s body up like a coil and that was a heady feeling. Whatever he needed to do to continue this feeling, this moment, of her thrumming like a guitar string beneath his mouth was what he wanted. Her skin was soft beneath his hands and warm. Her breasts tasted like honey and he wanted to drink her in. He felt her knees began to wobble. Reluctantly, Clark released her nipple, quickly reminding himself there was so much left to explore. He heard her sigh. Pressing his face to her belly, he wrapped her in a hug. They stood like that for a moment, just enjoying the peaceful feeling of being with one another.
Chloe ran her fingers through Clark’s hair as her pulse rate slowed. After several seconds, Clark turned his face inward and began kissing up Chloe’s stomach until he was once again on his feet, towering above Chloe. Chloe clung to his arms; still not sure she could stand on her own.
“You okay?” Clark asked, his hands dipping down to knead Chloe’s butt.
Chloe licked her lips as she smiled. “A little wobbly but very good. Where did you learn that?”
“I read Cosmo,” Clark teased. He slid his hands up and dipped them back down, going under the waistband of Chloe’s jeans.
Chloe narrowed her eyes. She wrapped her arms around Clark’s neck, both of them moaning as her hard nipples dragged along his bare chest. “Did you read it in preparation for this trip?” She asked huskily. She laid kisses along his collarbone, tugging at the skin of his pectorals with her teeth, causing Clark to hiss.
“I got a monthly subscription when we started dating,” Clark ground out as Chloe toyed with the edge of the towel. “You wanna see what other tricks I’ve picked up?”
“Do I ever,” Chloe whispered against Clark’s neck.
Suddenly, Chloe was on her back gazing up at the ceiling. She rose up on her elbows and saw Clark kneeling at her feet, slipping off the boots she wore. He pulled one off and then the next. Then he slipped her socks off, taking the time to kiss each ankle sweetly. Chloe’s heart pounded. She collapsed back on the bed. She knew what trick Clark was going to demonstrate next and she knew she would surely die in the throes of passion. She felt the bed dip under Clark’s weight and waited with bated breath. He crawled up her and peered down. Chloe ran her eyes down his body; his strong shoulders, his muscled arms, his ribbed abdomen and his trim hips. And then there was the portion that was hidden by the annoying towel.
Chloe reached up and ran a finger along the edge of the towel. “You know, Clark, I can give just as good as I can get.”
His eyes glowed deep inside but all Clark did was take Chloe’s hand and entwine it with his own, holding it next to his heart. “Right now, it’s all about you. About what I have been dreaming of doing to you and of making you feel,” Clark told her in a low voice.
His voice ran along her skin, setting her nerve endings on fire. Her chest heaved as she lay beneath her Kryptonian god, knowing what was coming next. “You’re making me feel like I’m about to die of a heart attack,” Chloe told him with a nervous smile.
“Not yet,” Clark replied with a wicked smile. “Not until I’m done.”
He leaned forward and began kissing Chloe along her shoulder and down between her breasts, following the line of her stomach. He got to her jeans and slowly undid them. Chloe lifted her hips as Clark pulled them down her legs and tossed them on the floor with all the rest.
“Oh, gawd,” Chloe breathed. She knew she was so wet. She’d been wet since Clark put his hands on her in front of the fire. She’d been able to feel him through the layers of her clothes. She felt swollen and hot and knew the only way to assuage the ache was to have Clark inside her. She knew she was teetering on the edge of an orgasm and all Clark had done was give her breasts one hell of a tongue bath. An image flashed in her mind of Clark kneeling between her thighs and Chloe would have fainted dead away had she not been determined to hang on by sheer will.
She watched Clark through heavy lidded eyes as he picked up one leg, setting the heel of her foot on his shoulder and began kissing down the ankle, moving up her calf as her leg hung off his shoulder and then all the way up the inside of her thigh. His eyes stayed connected to hers, making the moment highly erotic as he watched her reaction to his touch. Chloe wanted to look away, it was too personal, but she couldn’t; she couldn’t stop staring into those hungry eyes that feasted on her. Clark made it up her leg only to by - pass the spot she really wanted him and Chloe whimpered. With her leg still on his shoulder, Clark kissed his way back up to her mouth, taking the time to kiss her again, driving her into a more intense heat with the sinful feel of his tongue thrusting in and out of her mouth.
Chloe felt powerless. She wanted to sit up and rip the towel off Clark, push him back and ride him until the break of day. However, Clark had her under some kind of spell where he could do what he wanted, move her where he wanted and she would willingly oblige if it meant the continuation of this unbearable torture. He pulled away from her mouth once more and Chloe almost didn’t have the strength, but she found it. She took his face in her hands.
“Clark, please. I can’t take much more of this,” Chloe begged.
Clark pressed his face to her neck, opening his mouth and scraping his teeth down her skin. He caught her knee and pushed it to the side. Chloe let her leg fall open as Clark ran a hand to the edge of her panties. Running up and over them, Clark pressed her center with two fingers, causing Chloe to cry out and arch her back, her breasts pressing into Clark’s bare chest.
“Yes, yes…” Chloe chanted as the shoots of pleasure came home to roost.
“You weren’t kidding, were you?” Clark whispered devilishly.
Chloe couldn’t help but giggle. “Looks like your research paid off.”
Clark laid Chloe back on the bed and stood up. He grasped the hem of her panties and pulled, Chloe lifting her hips once more as Clarkridded her of the last thing between him and his goal. The panties, like the bra, were white and Clark felt himself harden painfully. Chloe hadn’t been prepared but Clark loved her white delicates. They were simple and non-frilly but completely feminine like the woman now lying naked in front of him. Clark turned his eyes on her once more. Her body was small and dainty, but filled with curves and swells, like a beautiful, rolling hill landscape painting. And it was all his to explore and claim as his own.
Standing at her feet, Clark gasped her knees, looking into her eyes. Chloe seemed to writhe on the bed, but her eyes remained open and on his. With great care, Clark pushed her knees apart to reveal the juncture between her thighs. Lowering his eyes, he gazed at her. And then furrowed his brows.
“What the hell?” He blurted.
Chloe snapped her thighs back together and started laughing wildly, rolling on the bed.
Clark shook his head. He’d heard about women doing that, but had never expected to find it on Chloe. He crawled on to the bed, the towel finally coming loose and falling away from his hips. He caught Chloe by the hips and rolled her back over. Her face was red from laughter and her eyes shone like stars.
“What the hell did you do to yourself?!” He exclaimed.
Chloe smirked; her head nestled against the pillows. “It’s called a Brazilian, Clark.”
“But why?”
Chloe giggled some more. “Because… It’s… cleaner and less… irritating.”
Clark sat beside Chloe facing her. She rolled over on her back to have a better view of him. Clark lifted her thigh a little, peering at her shaved lips. He felt himself jerk because he realized the skin was smooth and it was glossy from her arousal. There was something very naughty about it and Clark got light-headed.
“Did it hurt?” He asked, his fingers tickling her thigh, getting closer and closer to Chloe’s center.
“The first time,” Chloe stuttered, very aware of Clark’s hand. “But now as long as I stay on top of it, it’s not a problem.”
“It’s… Interesting,” Clark said, scooting closer to Chloe’s naked body.
Chloe took shallow breaths; his fingers were almost there. “Does it turn you on?”
Clark raised his eyes. He nodded. Chloe sat up, cupping the back of Clark’s neck to bring him forward for a kiss. The moment their lips met, Clark’s fingers grazed Chloe’s damp folds and she moaned greedily into his mouth. Clark took charge, pushing Chloe back into the pillows, kissing her gently as he ran his fingers up and down her bare lips, sliding along in the wetness leaking from her body.
Chloe pulled her mouth away from Clark, trembling slightly. “Touch me, Clark. Oh, gawd, touch me.”
With a rapidly beating heart, Clark delved his middle finger in between Chloe’s moist folds finally. Chloe clutched at the bedding on either side of her, her thighs falling apart as Clark ran a searching finger, feeling tenderly for the pebbled point of pleasure. They connected; Clark’s wide finger and Chloe’s heightened nub. Chloe’s eyes rolled back in her head as a moan strangled her throat, her hips lifting off the bed. She bit her lip to hold back her cries as Clark began stroking lightly. Her head thrashed from side to side as Clark circled the pearl of her sex, the circles becoming tighter and tighter until he was stroking it softly.
A white - hot pleasure was boiling along Chloe’s limbs, bubbling over and out of her mouth as she began to moan constantly, unable to stem the flow of words coming from her mouth as Clark played her body like a finely tuned instrument. Clark leaned over and began kissing her chest, moving down to her stomach. He laid a hand right above her hips as they began undulating. He laid his mouth over belly button, sucking gently, turning Chloe’s moans into high - pitched squeals. Clark watched her, mesmerized. Her arms were thrown out at her sides, her fingers clawing the comforter on the bed as her back arched up off the bed. Her face was contorted in a mask of pleasure; eyes squeezed shut and mouth open. Feeling that this was barreling toward the finish line, Clark halted, not ready to bring this to its tumultuous end.
Chloe’s eyes shot open as she fell back onto the bed, breathing hard, her breasts shivering.
“No, no, no…” Chloe whimpered. She’d been so close! She could feel her body tightening, the quickly approaching release she’d been longing for. Clark sat up again and pulled his hand free, causing Chloe to wriggle. Her cheeks were flushed as she glared at him. In a flurry on movement, she pushed herself up. “You know, I get what kind of power trip this might put you on but that was not only cruel, it was evil. And if I knew where any Green K was, I’d punch you with it!”
Clark just smirked at her. He shifted more on the bed. A soft gasp was heard and he looked at Chloe. Clark looked down, realizing the towel was gone. She was staring at him, her eyes taking on an excited sheen. Chloe reached out and tentatively touched Clark. Clark gritted his teeth. For all these years, Chloe for some reason thought Clark’s sun - kissed glow was from years out in the sun. But now, she stopped and really looked at him. The tan was all over, including the strong erection sprouting from between his thighs. Her mouth watered. It was thick and long and strong; everything Clark was. It curved slightly and Chloe let loose a silly giggle.
She leaned forward to inspect it more but was quickly herded away.
“Hey!” She exclaimed, fighting Clark as he tried to return her to her position on her back. “You’ve had your turn!”
Clark laughed. “You were threatening to hit me with a piece of Kryptonite a minute ago for stopping!” He grabbed her wrists and fell on her as Chloe continued to squirm under him.
“That was before I saw what I get to play with,” Chloe replied with a vixen - like charm. She stilled and pouted prettily, running a hand down Clark’s long back to his bare ass, slipping her hand underneath to find his hard penis trapped between them. With dainty fingers, she wrapped her hand around him. Clark clenched his teeth and closed his eyes as stars began to burst behind his eyelids. She slid her hand up the length of him and curved her hand over the head of his erection, spreading the liquid that was seeping out, causing her hand to begin to glide in short strokes. Clark swallowed, exerting every ounce of self-control he had not pump his hips into her hand.
Chloe continued her firm strokes, each getting longer as she used his arousal to ease the process. She turned her mouth to his ear and ran her tongue along the shell and then under his ear lobe.
“Don’t you want to know how you made me feel, Clark?” Chloe whispered in Clark’s ear.
Clark tensed, clenching the pillows in his mammoth fists. His hips began to move of their own accord, sliding himself in the tightening vice of Chloe’s hand. Clark fell forward, planting his face against the crook of Chloe’s neck. She wrapped an arm around his shoulders and held him as he shook from the sensations flowing over his body. He groaned against her neck his hips moved faster, Chloe just keeping her hand stationary. She turned her head slightly and began kissing him sweetly. Clark pressed his lips together trying to stave off the orgasm that was collecting, tightening his testicles.
And just like that, Chloe released him. Clark fell on top of her, breathing heavily. He opened his eyes to see her grinning at him.
“Told you you wanted to know what it felt like,” Chloe crowed.
Clark narrowed his eyes and rolled fully on top of Chloe, keeping a knee on either side of her hips as he rose up above her. He lifted a brow. “At least I planned on finishing the job.”
Chloe pushed up slightly, eyeing the gleaming head of Clark’s shaft. “Oh, I’ll finish the job. I just wanted you get a taste of your own medicine.”
Clark leaned down, putting his mouth right next to Chloe’s ear. “The first time I come, I want to be inside you,” Clark whispered.
Like the comment before Clark touched her and brought her within an inch of heaven, Chloe moaned. She ran her hands down the length of Clark’s body. She bit her lip. “Then do it,” she growled.
Clark smirked at her. Chloe grabbed Clark’s arm and turned him to face her. “No more teasing,” Chloe said seriously. “Make love to me, Clark.”
Clark smiled happily as he nibbled her bare shoulder. “What do you think I’ve been doing?”
Chloe giggled. “Okay, then skip to the part where you use your tractor.” She circled the base of his penis with her hand and pulled upward, causing Clark to shiver.
“Is that what we’re calling it?” Clark asked huskily, kissing down Chloe’s stomach with her hand running through his hair.
“Well,” Chloe answered breathily as Clark neared her center once more. “It’s powerful, it’s big and…” Chloe yanked him by his hair; Clark relented and let her pull him up and away. She wrapped her arms around his neck, their faces close together. “I want to ride it all night long.”
"Still mad I brought the condoms?” Clark asked with a wink as he hurried off the bed and began digging in the bag for the box. He finally got it in his hand and ripped the top off. Pulling out one strip, Clark tore off one and let the other little metallic packages fall to the floor. Chloe watched as Clark tried to tear the package at the little tag and giggled at the increased frustration on his face as his hands were just too big to make the tear.
Scooting over to the side of the bed Clark was standing on, Chloe went to her knees and took the gold package from him and brought it her mouth, ripping it with her teeth. She met Clark’s eyes as he watched her, lust burning in his irises, turning them a slight orange color.
“Whatever made you think I was mad, Clark?”
Clark grinned. And then the grin slipped away as Chloe removed the dusky gold latex covering from the package. He swallowed. His fists balled at his thighs as Chloe scooted closer and began to gently unfurl the condom along his erection. Her touch was feathery, but firm enough to make Clark moan quietly through his teeth.
“There we go,” Chloe said softly when the condom was securely on.
Clark bent down and took Chloe’s mouth in a passionate kiss, pushing her back onto the bed. Chloe wrapped her arms around Clark, kissing him back urgently, her heart racing as the moment they’d both been yearning for was upon them. She spread her legs and lifted them, resting them on Clark’s hips. Surprising her, Clark rolled over to his back, lying back on the pillows. He lifted a brow at her.
“So I get to do all the work?” Chloe asked with a slight tremor to her voice.
Clark smirked at her but Chloe could tell he was nervous. And she knew why. This was the first time he would have sex with someone, a human someone, with powers. Chloe swallowed. She was no virgin, but it had been so long since she’d made love to someone. And the last time she’d been a teenager. And it hadn’t been Clark. In a way, they both were still virgins. Chloe’s palms began to sweat. Sensing her unease, Clark leaned forward and cupped her face.
“Chloe, if you don’t want to do this -“
Chloe smiled. Only Clark would think about her when he was sheathed and painfully aroused. She pushed him back onto the pillows and threw a leg over his hips. Balancing on his shoulders, Chloe began to descend. Clark held her hips, guiding her over his erection. Both of them groaned as the head of his penis touched her entrance. Slowly, Chloe lowered herself, her fingers digging into Clark’s shoulders as her body was filled. She began to gasp the farther she went, squeezing her eyes shut as his hardness took over her senses. It had been a long time and Clark was a big boy. It was just this side of uncomfortable but Chloe could feel the pleasure began to bloom in her belly. She opened her eyes to find Clark’s face flushed, his muscles tensed. She leaned forward, pressing her forehead to his as she finally came to rest in his lap with a satisfied whimper. She took several deep breaths. Clark was touching her in places she never knew existed; both physically and in her soul.
Clark closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the head board. “Oh, gawd. Holy -“ Clark’s jaw clenched. Chloe laid her head against his throat. Neither one could move, the pleasure so intense as their bodies finally joined. Clark had never felt anything like it before. He’d known the particulars and he’d known what felt good, but the slow easing into Chloe’s tight body could only be called something spiritual. She felt like a vice and everything was hot. He wanted this to be about her, but all he could think of was throwing her back on the bed and plunging in all over again, repeating the sweet slid of skin on skin over and over until they were covered in each other’s sweat.
“Clark, look at me,” Chloe whispered.
Clark lifted his head and focused his glassy stare on her. Chloe lifted up on her knees slightly and came down, pulling deep moans from both of them. She repeated, going higher, coming down a little faster. Steadily, with her hands on Clark’s shoulders, forehead pressed together, Chloe began moving rhythmically. Her hips caught onto to that timeless primal dance and she threw her head back, lost in the sensations of Clark deep inside her. Her breasts gleamed in the soft glow of the light and Clark curved his hands up over her shoulders, leaning forward to kiss them as they swayed to her every erotic move.
Everything was in slow motion as Clark watched Chloe let go, abandon all her inhibitions, enjoy what his body could give her. Her mouth hung open, cries of pleasure accentuating every downward thrust of her hips. Her body began to tremble. Clark caught her hips, helping her continue the ride as her cries turned into keens of release. She fell forward, her body convulsing on top of Clark’s, Clark’s name the exalted chant on her lips as she laid over him like a blanket. Her body contracted around him and Clark gritted his teeth. He wanted Chloe to enjoy every last tremor of her orgasm. He sat as still as he could, stroking Chloe’s back as she moved jerkily against him, panting from the exertion. Her lips found Clark’s and she kissed him weakly.
“My… Superman…” Chloe whispered against his lips. “So… Strong. You don’t have to be strong… All the time.” Chloe leaned back, pulling Clark with her until they were somehow stretched out on the bed, Clark above her. Pulling his head down and kissing his jaw, Chloe lifted her hips and wrapped her legs around him once more. “Love me, Clark. Love me like you want to.”
Chloe lay back against the bed, wrapping her hands around Clark’s biceps. Clark gritted his teeth and pulled back and thrusted sharply into Chloe’s waiting body, dragging a savage cry from her. Reaching back, Clark hooked an arm under Chloe’s leg, raising it higher, pushing it back. He thrusted roughly again and again, Chloe writhing underneath him, her overly-sensitive body assaulted once more as Clark made passionate and violent love to her. She gnashed her teeth, tossing her head side to side, clinging to Clark like he was the only life-preserver on the tempestuous sea.
“Yes! Clark, yes!” Chloe screamed, the friction of Clark’s movements, the depths he reached inside her, the places he was stroking, washed over her. The epicenter was where their bodies joined and Chloe wanted to dive under and never come back up. The bed shook around them as Clark took Chloe’s body fiercely, with an animal-ferocity he didn’t know existed within him. He could feel Chloe’s body tightening again, his own tightening in response, his testicles drawing up close to his body in near pain that would soon boil out of him in pleasure. Their voices rose as they called each other’s names, bodies hanging in the sharpest of limbos before crashing together in a ball of heated bliss.
Chloe’s back arched as Clark fought to stay upright above her, riding out his own intense orgasm, gasps catching in his throat, turning into guttural groans. He let go of Chloe’s leg only to have it snake up around his hips again. Chloe brought her arms up and pulled him down, his big form falling on her, shaking like a leaf. The aftershocks of Chloe’s second orgasm ran through her into Clark, causing them both to tremble as they lay in a tangled mass of limbs, their breath coming in ragged drags. Clark lay on Chloe’s chest as she stroked through his hair and down his neck in soothing lines. They laid there for an eternity, until nothing was left but delightful soreness and sticky skin.
Moving as if he’d been drugged, Clark pulled away from Chloe and walked to the bathroom with weak knees. He heard the bed squeak as Chloe followed him. She circled him, lowering the toilet lid and pushing him onto it. He followed her lead, feeling weak. She pulled the used condom from him and threw it in the trash, quickly soaking a washcloth in warm water. She returned to him and knelt, carefully cleaning his deflated shaft. Clark’s eyes followed her as she attended to him. She went to stand but Clark grabbed her waist and pulled her to him, kissing her for the thousandth time because he truly couldn’t get enough of her.
“I could have done that,” he slurred slighty at her when he pulled away.
Chloe smiled and pressed a hand to his cheek. “I know,” she replied. “But you looked like a baby deer just learning to walk.”
Clark ran a hand up into her sex - mussed hair. “I love you.”
Chloe regarded him, wondering if that was his orgasm talking. Then she remembered how he’d been with her; giving and unselfish, only giving in to his need when he was sure she was taken care of. She couldn’t stop the tears from forming and as she blinked, one ran down the curve of her cheek.
“I love you, too,” Chloe whispered with a shaky smile.
Clark raised a hand and wiped the tear away with his thumb. “So, when do we get to do that awesome simultaneous orgasm thing again?”
Chloe laughed and pulled away, taking Clark’s wrist and leading him out of the bathroom. “The ordinary male body takes at least thirty minutes to be able to reach an aroused state again after an orgasm.”
Clark wrapped Chloe in his arms and pulled her back against him, nestling his member between her cheeks. He gently bit the skin of her neck. “Then thank goodness I am anything but ordinary,” he growled.
Chloe turned, making sure every line of her body pressed against Clark. “So, what? Another fifteen minutes?”
“Try fifteen seconds,” Clark crowed as he reached around Chloe and ripped back the thick coverlet before he tumbled them onto the bed.