Part 3
Clark and Chloe made love over and over again until the early hours of the morning. Sunrise found Clark reclining back against the head board, Chloe curled up at his side as they both dozed contentedly. The heat from the fire had finally died out but neither one noticed due to the fires they were keeping lit between each other. Clark was nudged awake as Chloe burrowed closer to him, throwing a leg over his thighs. She shivered and Clark realized it was from the chill in the room.
Carefully pushing back the sheets and comforter, Clark slipped out of the bed. Chloe nuzzled down, crawling into the warm space Clark had just vacated. He pulled the covers up and tucked them over her shoulder. Tiptoeing so as not to wake her, Clark pulled out the pajama pants Chloe had packed him and the t-shirt. He stopped at the fireplace and pulled on the boots he'd worn yesterday. The fire had completely died and now there were just little twigs of charred wood. Heading for the door, Clark stopped and opened the drapes. A white brightness flooded the room and Clark squinted. He looked again and his eyes widened. Rushing to the door and throwing it open, Clark went out onto the porch, his mouth open in shock. Officer Taggart's prediction had been right on point.
The snow drifts were level the hood of his truck and almost covered the front expanse of the porch he stood on. To even get out of the cabin, they would have to climb up a drift that was waist high on Clark and dig out. He looked up, seeing the sun just beginning to rise. He wondered if it would get warm enough to melt any of this down. Even though he wasn't cold, Clark could tell it couldn't be any higher than fifteen degrees. He grabbed some wood and backed inside, shutting the door tight against the cold. As his eyes readjusted to the dimness, he saw something come out of the corner behind the recliner. Shelby stood looking at him expectantly.
"Aw, Shelby! Sorry, old guy." Clark deposited the wood quickly and lit the fire with his eyes again. Grabbing the jacket he'd worn yesterday, he opened the door again and motioned Shelby out. Shelby went trotting out, but skittered to a stop when he came face to face with the large drift outside the door. Clark chuckled. He picked up his dog and put him on the drift before climbing out himself. Clark sunk down to his ankles and Shelby had to bound like a rabbit, but that didn't stop the dog from taking off across the open space barking at a phantom creature he saw. Clark stayed close, listening to make sure Shelby didn't hurt himself in the snow or wander off too far. Inside though, Clark could hear Chloe begin to wake up. She was moving around and making little noises as she stretched. Clark didn't want her to wake up alone but Shelby hadn't come back from the edge of the woods he'd disappeared into. Something had changed last night. Not just physically, but he felt her distance more acutely even though she was right inside the cabin.
Finally, Shelby came trotting out; snow and brambles caught in his coat. Clark whistled and Shelby followed him immediately back to the cabin. He told the dog to stay as Clark climbed back to the truck. With a powerful breath, Clark blew the snow off the bed covering and opened the lid, reaching in to get an old blanket so Shelby wouldn't leave a mess inside the cabin, a bag of food and two bowls for food and water. Back on the porch, Clark quickly picked what he could out of Shelby's fur. The dog would need a serious bath when they got back to Kansas. He let the dog inside and made a pallet on the floor in the corner where Shelby had spent the night; filling the bowl with food and quickly filling the water bowl as well. Clark fleetingly wondered if Shelby had taken shelter from the soundtrack of the night's activities. Knowing Shelby, he'd probably slept right through it.
Turning his attention to the bed, Clark's face fell when he found it empty. The bathroom door was pushed to. Clark walked over to it and knocked.
"Chlo?" He called. He would have gone in, but there were some things one needed privacy for in the bathroom.
"Be out in a second, hon," Chloe called.
Clark smiled at the endearment. He flopped back onto the bed and picked up the watch on the night - table next to him. It was 8:23. Clark watched the bathroom door. He'd told Chloe he'd take her up to Boston today. His shoulders fell. He knew this story would make news and would be a real boost for their careers, but he wanted to just spend the day with Chloe. Preferably without clothes. There would be other stories, but Chloe was driven and determined. And those were two of the reasons he loved her. The door was pushed opened and Clark's face brightened to see Chloe still without a stitch of fabric on.
"Good morning," Chloe greeted as she joined Clark on the bed, crawling on top of him to lie along his body and kiss him chastely.
Clark cocked an eyebrow at her. "That's a little tame."
Chloe nestled down on him, propping her chin on her hand as she looked at him. "I don't want to start something we can't finish."
"You wanna go to Boston," Clark stated.
Chloe leaned up and kissed the side of his neck and down to his shirt collar. Coming back up the other side, Chloe kissed his cheek and ended at his mouth again.
"I do," she said. Clark made to sit up but Chloe stayed rooted to her spot. "But I want to be with you more."
Clark threaded his fingers through her hair. He could tell she wasn't done speaking.
"I'm not a big believer in fate. I think it's pointless, but who knows when we'll get a chance like this again? So, maybe in this moment in time, this is what we're supposed to do. Forget about the world; forget that you're a superhero and I am a ravenous reporter and just be us," Chloe finished.
Clark wrapped her in his arms and rolled her over, kissing her sweetly and running his hands all over her naked flesh, listening as her heart began to race like it did every time he touched her.
"So what was all that talk about starting something we can't finish?" Clark asked, spreading her thighs with his knee.
"Hmmm," Chloe moaned. She lay back against the pillows and toyed with his shirt. "I do want to go up to the main house and see if they have any coffee or food. I am starving!"
"I could eat, too," Clark said as he leaned down and began kissing down Chloe's stomach.
Chloe's breathing became shallow as Clark approached the apex of her thighs. "Clark, I thought you said you were hungry? Maybe we should go find something to eat."
Clark rose up and looked up at her, her thighs on either side of his face. He grinned like a devil. "Oh, I already had something in mind to eat."
Chloe swallowed and pressed her head back against the pillows. "I meant food, Clark," she said breathlessly. He was holding her thighs apart, baring her to his gaze and she could feel him pressing feathery kisses along her inner thighs.
"I never said I was hungry for food," Clark murmured.
Chloe trembled as he spoke; his hot breath right above her sex. Chloe chanced a glance down and saw Clark's head lowering. She grabbed the pillows as Clark kissed right above her moist seam, tiny noises of need coming from her throat. In a matter of seconds, she was swollen and throbbing, a feeling she hadn't had since early this morning. Her body should be fully sated but Clark had the unique ability to turn her on with just a look. She could feel herself began to liquefy, her desire seeping out of her body for him. He took his time, kissing down the line of her body. Chloe could feel the blush suffuse her body. She was so exposed and Clark's hands were holding her thighs wide, keeping her open. No one had ever been in that proximity to her before. Clark was the first.
"I'm guessing this is the trick you wanted to show me?" Chloe asked nervously.
Clark didn't answer. Instead, he made his way back up, opened his mouth and began sucking the skin lightly. Chloe threw her head back, fisting her hands frantically, a strangled sob floating out. Clark laid open-mouthed kisses along the smooth skin, the delicious, heady scent of Chloe filling his nostrils. He could feel her thighs clenching under his hands. Gently, Clark speared his tongue and separated the folds of skin obscuring the magical bud from him. The tip of his tongue touched the head of Chloe's sex, causing a heated moan to break from her mouth.
Chloe tensed the moment she felt Clark's tongue against her. She closed her eyes as feelings of ecstasy rolled over her. The mixture of his hot breath hitting her, his warm tongue stroking her most intimate place and the illicit image of his black hair between her legs against her white skin caused her temperature to spike and her skin to coat with sweat. She pressed her lips together as she fought to stay calm but soon realized it was a lost cause. Clark alternated between long, strong strokes to light flicks and each one surprised her; each took her higher, made her hotter. Reaching down, needing to hold on to something, to know this was real, she threaded her fingers into Clark's hair, tugging on the strands roughly as she cried out. Her toes curled inward as sharp pleasure began pulsing under Clark's tongue. As Chloe's hips began to move, Clark pressed his nose into her flesh, ensuring she did not slip out of his reach. Her thighs began to clench and tremble under his grip and he knew she was close. Smirking, Clark flattened his tongue and tried out the surprise move he'd been planning since he'd glimpsed a certain article in a magazine on Chloe's coffee table.
Unable to keep her head upright, Chloe had fallen back again as she writhed and bucked, crying out as each new sensation hit her. Suddenly, Clark's tongue went into overdrive and Chloe's entire body tensed as vibrations began to assault her. Her eyes went wide as her back arched. Waves upon waves of ecstasy began to crash upon her and she screamed wordlessly as her climax slammed into her. Both hands fisted in Clark's hair as he continued to move his tongue against her in super - speed, sharpening her orgasm unrelentingly, forcing her to ride out the pleasure that caged her as she begged to be shown mercy.
Only when Chloe was a quivering mass did Clark stop his tongue, pressing it flat against her once more as Chloe trembled with intense aftershocks. He released her thighs from his grip and ran his hands up and down them in a soothing gesture, helping her body come down from the soaring heights he'd taken her to. One of Chloe's hands released his hair and slid down to catch his hand on her thigh. He gripped it in his own as she took great gulping breaths. Tentatively, Clark pressed his tongue firmer against Chloe's sensitive bud as it continued to pulse from her intense orgasm. She cried out and suffered a spasm, her hand clutching his.
"Clark," Chloe gasped. "I can't…"
Clark pressed his mouth against her again, watching Chloe's body arc up. After the past night, he knew her body like the back of his hand. He knew she could take one more and he wanted to give her another orgasm. There was nothing better than watching her lose herself in pleasure at his hands. It was the sexiest thing he'd ever witnessed. He pressed his tongue against her, keeping it flat and began dragging it up and down.
Almost immediately, Chloe's groans of distress turned to moans of pleasure as her body readied itself for another climax. Chloe was too weak to move, too weak to protest but her body wanted more. She lay on the bed, her body quivering with each touch of Clark's tongue on her swollen flesh. She closed her eyes and just let it build, her body ratcheting up under the steady movement of Clark's tongue until suddenly a wire broke and her back arched all the way off the bed. Losing complete control, Chloe sobbed as her body twisted and writhed. Finally, she couldn't take any more. She snapped her thighs shut around Clark's neck. Clark pulled his mouth away from her, watching as she curled into a ball, shaking from the intensity of her second climax. He crawled up behind her and wrapped his arms around, pulling her to his side a she continued to tremble and whimper. For a moment, Clark was worried he'd gone too far until Chloe reached back and brought one of his hands to her breast, clutching it there.
Moments passed of Clark just holding Chloe as she breathed. After what seemed like an eternity, Chloe spoke. "I think you broke me," she said hoarsely.
Clark chuckled, pulling her in closer. "I hope not," Clark replied. "We still have a few more days of this."
Chloe rolled over, facing Clark, her eyes back to their bright shade of amber. "Just where did you learn to do that with your tongue?"
Blushing slightly, Clark said, "I um, I saw that booklet on your coffee table."
"What booklet?" Chloe asked with furrowed brows.
"You know," Clark replied, hoping she'd catch on. "The one with the… stuff in it."
"Clark, I have a lot of booklets with stuff on my coffee table," Chloe responded. "They're called magazines."
Clark rolled his eyes. "This was the romantic stuff."
"Oh, the romantic stuff," Chloe said with a giggle.
"I looked at it and thought, 'I could do that'," Clark said proudly.
"Hmmm," Chloe replied, cuddling close to him. "Well, you did and very nicely. But, that wasn't my booklet."
Clark's eyes widened. "Then whose was it?"
"Brenda at work is selling that stuff as a little cushion for the bank. She asked me to look over the booklet she printed to make sure it looked professional," Chloe explained. "But hey, if it gave you that idea…"
Clark grinned. "That and Cosmo really widened my horizons."
Clark began kissing her and Chloe kissed him back, wrapping her body around his. However, as a hand snaked down her belly, Chloe caught his wrist. She pulled back and looked at him worrying her lip between her teeth.
"Clark, you may be able to live on sexual delights alone, but I have got to get some protein. Especially if we are to continue this impromptu sex - capade," Chloe told him as she pushed up his shirt to touch his bare skin. "And I need a shot of caffeine. I already feel the withdrawal symptoms starting."
"You want me to zip over to a Starbucks somewhere. I can make a breakfast run," Clark offered. "Anything to keep you from having to put clothes on."
Chloe giggled. "I would like to walk up to the main house. I need to stretch my legs. I've been on my back too much lately," she teased.
"I don't mind being on my back," Clark retorted, grabbing Chloe and rolling them over, setting her on his stomach.
"I know you don't," Chloe said lowly. She leaned forward, stretching her body along his, her breasts dragging his shirt up. She sat up abruptly; eluding Clark would be making a pass for a breast. "Let's go, John Deere."
She sailed off Clark and into the bathroom. Clark heard the shower start running. He opened the door to the bathroom and entered.
"Don't even think about it," Chloe said as she looked at him in the mirror.
Clark grinned sheepishly. "About what?" He asked innocently.
Chloe turned from the mirror where she'd been brushing out her hair with a brush she'd gotten from the over - night bag she'd moved in to the room. "You know what. You get in that shower with me, we'll get all soapy and slippery again which will lead to more of what just happened and it take us another two hours to get up to the main house."
Clark groaned. "That's the point."
Chloe replaced the brush back in the bag and took out bath products. She put them in the shower before stepping in herself. She stuck her head, motioning Clark forward. She stopped him when he tried to take the pajama bottoms off. Grabbing his shirt collar, she yanked him down, pressing a fierce kiss on his lips.
Pulling away, she looked at him with lust in her eyes. "Just let me get one cup of coffee and a stale bagel and it will be back to the regular scheduled programming." The frosted shower door was shut tightly and Clark watched Chloe's silhouette move behind the glass as she began washing her hair. Clark backed up and sat on the toilet, watching the movement of her body.
"Clark?" Chloe called out.
"Yeah?" He answered.
"What are you doing?"
"Watching you."
Clark heard her sigh from behind the glass. He grinned as the door opened and she looked at him.
"Get in," she relented with mock exasperation.
Clothes were gone in an instant and Clark was lumbering through the door, crowding Chloe into a corner. With the cold tile at her back and Clark's burning body at her front, she almost felt dizzy. But it was a dizzy produced from the desire gripping her body again as Clark melded his mouth to hers once more, his hands sliding over her wet skin. He cupped her from behind, bringing her to meet his intensifying arousal once more. The water sluiced over their skin, the temperature slightly chilled compared to the volcanic heat that was erupting between Clark and Chloe's bodies.
Chloe pulled her mouth away from Clark's who continued kissing down the side of her neck to her breasts. Reaching around him, she grabbed her loofah and brought it between them. Clark looked down at the floppy teal mesh ball sitting on his chest. He took it from Chloe and squeezed some almond scented body wash onto it. He rubbed it into a lather and then began washing Chloe's skin. Starting at her neck, he moved in circles down her chest, washing down one arm and down another. Coming back, he washed her breasts, paying special attention to her nipples until Chloe moaned. He then moved to her back, pulling her flush against him, her soapy, slippery breasts pressed to his chest as he rubbed in circles over her shoulders and down her back. Bringing the loofah back to the front, Clark washed down her stomach, following it with kisses. He knelt and washed her gently between her legs, his touch causing Chloe to gasp, both from slight soreness and delight. He kissed her stomach and then her lower belly, traveling down her legs to her ankles and finally the bottom of her feet. He did his work methodically and with pain-staking patience, resulting in Chloe feeling very clean and still very dirty at the same time. Each nerve ending was alive under his touch.
Clark stood back to his full height and moved behind Chloe, hanging the loofah on the shower head. Positioning Chloe under the spray, he began rinsing the soap from her, kissing down her back and over her bottom, pausing to sink his teeth into the plump flesh, bringing a cry of lustful surprise from Chloe. Once all the soap was washed down the drain, Clark pulled Chloe back against him, his turgid flesh yearning for the caress of her body. Chloe turned in Clark's arms, kissing him passionately. She reached up for the loofah and brought it down. Clark watched her with interest as she mimicked his movements; the body wash, working it into a lather. She then pressed the loofah to his chest and began slowly working it over his skin. He stood still as Chloe repeated the process.
She washed his broad shoulders, his expansive chest, his strong arms and muscled stomach. She circled behind him, washing his back, following his spine down past his tight bottom to his powerful legs. Coming back around, she looked Clark in the eye and smiled. He leered forward until he felt the tip of the loofah touch the sensitive head of his penis. Clark's breath caught. Chloe swirled the rough fabric around his shaft, watching his face with a alert eyes. Clark gritted his teeth as he leaned back against the tiled wall of the shower. He clenched his fists at his thighs, his head going back as Chloe dispensed with the loofah and returned with her hand. She pressed her lips to Clark's as she toyed with him, gripping his member in her hand, using the soap to slide her closed hand up and down slowly. Running her tongue along Clark's bottom lip, Clark opened his mouth, closing his eyes as Chloe teasingly darted her tongue into his lips.
Moving aside, Chloe allowed the spray to hit Clark's chest and wash down, rinsing the soap from his body. Before Clark could move, Chloe was back in front of him, kissing down his chest. She followed his sternum, using her tongue to lap at the beads of water running down. All of Clark's senses honed in on the feel of her tongue on his flesh. She wrapped her hands on either side of his hips as she traced the line of his abs. Clark groaned as Chloe circled his own belly button. He touched a hand to her head and then took it away, clenching it up by his ear. Chloe left his belly button, finding the thin line of hair that lead to the light thatch at the base of his shaft. Her fingers digging into his flesh, Chloe flicked her tongue as she went down.
Clark knew what was coming, but he was still unprepared. He moaned throatily when Chloe's tongue swirled around the swollen head of his penis. She started out at the very tip, circling until her lips engulfed him, dousing him in the wet heat of her mouth. Clark groaned as she suckled gently, pulling her mouth from him. Holding him gently with her hand, Chloe began licking him up and down, pressing the flat of her tongue to the underside of him, causing Clark to swallow convulsively. He put his hands out, clawing at the wet tile, his hands slipping. Chloe continued to kneel between his feet, holding him in one hand as the other traced the indentions of his hip. When she returned back to the tip, she began the swirling motion again. Clark's head hit the wall, moaning as the head of his member was engulfed in the searing heat of Chloe's mouth again.
She began a slow bobbing motion, her bottom teeth scraping delicately with each pull upward. Clark gritted his teeth, trying not to thrust his hips. Taking deep breaths, his head swam as Chloe's mouth went farther and farther, her lips becoming tighter and tighter on his flesh. Keeping her hand wrapped around the base of him, Chloe bathed him in a moist nirvana. He reached out again to touch her, but pulled back, not wanting to accidentally grab her hair or hurt her. Sensing his indecision, Chloe let go of his hip and found his hand, pulling it to her, laying it on her shoulder. She wanted Clark to touch her; wanted to feel connected to him. Gently, Clark ran his hand from her shoulder up to the back of her neck, cupping the back of her head.
As the pleasure sharpened, Clark fisted his other hand against the tile, barely able to hold himself up. He rolled his head forward, looking down as Chloe continued to labor over him. He groaned as she began to suck harder. He couldn't stop his hips when they began to shimmy forward. Chloe moved her head in time with his hips and Clark growled. He could feel his orgasm moving in him. Hesitantly, Chloe reached down and touched Clark's testicles. Clark cried out. She squeezed them lightly, causing Clark's head to go back and hit the shower wall. Clark's body tensed and he quickly pulled Chloe up and off him, crushing her into the wall opposite them. Kissing her urgently, Clark moaned as he felt Chloe reach between them to continue her quest. Wrapping her hand tightly around him once more, she began jerking her hand up and down, as fast as she could.
Clark's orgasm raged up inside him. With a shuddering expletive, Clark came in Chloe's hand, pressing his body against hers. He leaned against the wall, his hands on either side of Chloe's head. His breathing was heavy and he moaned as Chloe pulled on him until he lay limp in her hand. She kissed him sweetly along his jaw, her arm wrapped around his side.
"I gotta sit down," Clark groaned before he went to his knees and then his butt, putting his back against the wall.
The water had since chilled and Chloe shut it off. She joined Clark on the shower floor, sitting close to his side. He reached out and took her hand, pulling it to his chest. She leaned her chin on his shoulder as she watched him close his eyes. She began drawing shapes on his chest.
"Why didn't you let me finish?" She asked.
Clark opened his eyes and looked at her. She looked as if Clark had stolen her favorite candy. He blinked dazedly, opening his eyes to look back at her. "Because it is so much more fun when we do it at the same time. I didn't want to take that away from you."
Chloe laughed. "I wanted to show you the same kind of affection you've shown me."
Clark turned toward her, leaning over to kiss her. "You can," he said against her lips, his hand fingering the inside of her thigh. "Let's go back to bed and you can show me all day."
"I don't think so," Chloe replied, her voice laced with desire, however. She pushed Clark's hand away. "I let you sidetrack me once from food and beverage."
"I think you sidetracked me," Clark responded.
Chloe pushed to her knees, about to stand to her feet. Clark caught her waist and pulled her in between his open knees, latching onto her breasts. Chloe gasped in surprise and then moaned in pleasure, but she was not to be tempted. Pulling Clark's head from her body, she stood to her feet finally. Clark lunged for her again, this time his target a little lower south. With a squeal, Chloe scampered back in the roomy shower and edged along the side and finally out the shower door. A towel came flying back in and landed on his head. Clark groaned.
Outside the shower, Chloe dried off quickly and ran a comb through her hair. She exited the bathroom before Clark got out of the shower. Her body was literally shivering with desire for him and she knew if he cornered her one more time, she'd let him do whatever he wanted. But her desire for fresh air and food was just as unrelenting as her desire for him was. In the room, she fought off chills. The room had almost been overly warm last night but now, naked and still damp, she felt goosebumps raise of her skin. She opened her bag and pulled out some panties and jeans. Arms came around her and engulfed her in warmth.
"Clark," Chloe groaned. Then she felt the towel between their bodies.
"I know, I know," Clark retorted into her hair. "I'm being a good boy."
Resting against Clark's warmth, Chloe stopped shivering. When she did, Clark pulled away and went to the other side of the bed to get dressed himself. Resuming what she'd been doing, Chloe pulled on the panties and the jeans, digging through the bag for a shirt. She found a comfy long sleeve shirt the color of cherries and pulled it out. Realizing she hadn't packed another bra, Chloe began looking for the one she'd worn yesterday. Not finding it, she looked on the ground. Clark was just getting into jeans himself when he noticed Chloe searching for something.
"What are you looking for?" He asked.
"My bra," Chloe answered. She looked over on Clark's side of the bed. "Is it over there?"
"You don't need it," Clark said matter - of - factly.
Chloe stood back and put her hands on her hips. "I most certainly do."
Clark grinned. "Why? It will only get ripped off when we get back to the room."
Chloe smirked at him. "Can I have my bra, please?"
Clark bent down swiped if off the floor. He brought it around to her. She reached out to take it but he snatched it up real quick.
"You can have this on one condition."
Chloe crossed her arms. "Clark, I am not going to negotiate a ransom on my bra. I'll just button my coat." Chloe turned back to the bed as she heard the tell - tale whoosh sound. She looked at the bed. Her shirt was gone. She looked at the chair where she'd laid her coat. That was gone, as well.
"Clark!" She exclaimed as she stamped her foot, seeing him over in the corner, her clothes bundled against his bare chest. "You cannot hold my clothes hostage!"
"You'll get them back as long as you agree to my stipulation," Clark reasoned.
Chloe crossed her arms over her chest. "And just what are the terms?"
Clark walked over to her, stopping right as he was at her side and looked down at her. "That you remain clothes - less for the remainder of the day."
Chloe regarded him through narrowed eyes. She reached out and fingered the zipper on Clark's jeans. "Doesn't seem fair that I am the only one."
Clark grinned. "I have no problem keeping you company."
Chloe rolled her eyes through a smile. "You drive a hard bargain, but I guess I'll have to take it."
Clark laid a kiss on her lips as he set her clothes back into her arms.