Clark couldn’t remember ever feeling quite this low. Lois was outraged, understandably so, and he knew what was coming next. She didn’t want to wed him, had only agreed because she was drugged out of her senses, and she’d want the marriage dissolved as soon as possible. He’d finally done it, told her he loved her, bedded her, and even married her, all of his long-held dreams coming true – but under the worst of circumstances. Now he had to wake up and face the fact that even though she now knew the truth, knew who he was, she would still want a divorce. That was no surprise, considering how last night had come about.
Beyond that, Lois wasn’t the marrying kind, and he’d always known that. Somehow he’d hoped that it would be different with him, but everything he’d seen in her behavior so far this morning showed him otherwise. Was it truly better to have loved and lost than never loved at all? In the moment, Clark couldn’t tell.
He finished toweling off, wrapped the second bathrobe around himself, and went out to face the woman he adored. Breakfast had been delivered while he was in the shower, and Lois had already demolished the pancakes. At least that made him smile, one normal thing in this mad morning. “Leave me a few bites,” he scolded gently.
“Sure. But here, drink your juice,” Lois told him, and handed him the glass.
The moment he touched it, Clark felt the tingle, and seconds later recognized the red kryptonite. His inhibitions evaporated, and his train of thought promptly veered off in exactly the direction he’d been avoiding. He looked down at Lois and grinned, setting the crystal glass aside. “On second thought, I’ve decided I’d rather have you for breakfast.”
Her shocked expression was hilarious, and he laughed richly as he gathered her in his arms and kissed her. Something else occurred to him, as she returned the kiss with her arms sliding around his neck. “You planned this, didn’t you? I told you about the kryptonite, so you decided to see what you missed last night.”
“Maybe,” she whispered against his lips.
“Maybe nothing, you devious, conniving little…” he growled. Lois chuckled at that, and Clark silenced her with kisses. “The joke’s on you,” he finally told her. “Once you see what you could spend the rest of your life having, I won’t have to worry about you wanting to get that marriage certificate invalidated.” With that, he picked her up and brought both of them to the bed.
Lois had never had to deal with confident, almost cocky, Clark Kent. Nor had she ever dealt with such a warm and familiar Superman. The man she was kissing was the best of both, and the combination was startlingly attractive. As he laid her back on the bed and tugged the robe open, she ran her hands through his silky black hair with a thrill of anticipation shivering down her back.
His mouth, his hands, were everywhere, proving how much he’d already learned about her. Only now he was infinitely gentle, brushing his lips across skin bruised by last night’s passion. Lois sighed at the tender kisses on her neck, slowly trailing downwards until he grazed her nipple and made her gasp. It seemed almost accidental, except he kept coming back to them.
It never occurred to Lois to slow him down, or to try backing out of this. She was enjoying it far too much, desire building faster than she’d ever experienced before. And then he slid further down, nipping lightly at her belly, making her laugh in surprise. Clark shot her a wicked grin at that, his deep blue eyes full of mischief, and while Lois was still chuckling he caught her hips and lifted her to his mouth.
In that instant, when he nuzzled against her sex and then tasted her deeply, Lois realized exactly what she’d done, exactly what depth of lust she’d awakened and unleashed. All she could do was throw her head back and moan his name, knotting her fingers in his hair.
“Sweet Lois,” Clark purred from between her legs, calling forth a whimper as she caught his meaning. As if he wasn’t already driving her frantic with his tongue, he had to talk to her in between licks. “Love the way you taste, the way you moan … better than I ever dreamed … and believe me, you were always in my dreams…”
All she could do was moan his name, pleading and hungry for more. He teased her, heightening her arousal only to slow down again when she got too close. Lois tugged at his hair, panting, “C’mon, I want you, come up here and take me…”
“Is that what you want?” he murmured. “You want me to take you, want to feel me moving over you, in you?” She shuddered, trying not to moan, and he laughed, his breath warm against her thighs. “I remember last night, every time I said something risqué it turned you on so much… You were almost as wet as you are now, in fact…”
She’d never imagined him being so explicit; all of her dreams of Superman had been hazy romantic fantasies, the kind a fierce and independent reporter would never admit to. He had always seemed to be above petty human lusts. But this, this was beyond anything she could have pictured. “Come on, you know I want it … give it to me, please, please, can’t you tell I need it,” she hissed, almost whimpering.
He waited one more moment, pausing to kiss her thigh. “God, I love you. And I love making you half-crazy like this. You have no idea how much it turns me on to hear you beg like that.” Clark laughed again as he kissed her belly, moving up. “You’re about to find out, though.”
Lust-dazed hazel eyes met his, and then he lowered his body atop her. She could feel the heat of him, pulsing hard against her thigh. “Is that what you want?” he whispered, rocking his hips against her.
All she could do was shudder and meet his eyes boldly for a moment. Lust was knifing her brutally at each breath, making speech a struggle. If it wasn’t for the warmth of his body against hers, she would have dismissed it as a moment of madness. But it was real and Lois had never been one to let the perfect opportunity pass her by. Bad enough that she hadn’t been able to recall the night before. And she fully intended to make up for that now. Eyes still locked with his, she arched back into him, stating her case in a purring murmur, “Uh-huh. And as much as I can manage, as many times as I can manage. You owe me.”
“Good,” he growled against her ear. “That’s exactly what I hoped you would say. Now open those gorgeous legs and give me…” He never got to finish the sentence.
Lois rarely allowed anyone to have the upper hand for long, in bed or otherwise, and while he was talking she reached between them and took hold of him, provoking a harsh groan of pure lust. Her grin was positively wicked as she watched his face. Was it possible that she really got this far under his skin? There had never been a greater aphrodisiac in the world than the darkening of his eyes, the catch in his breathing. “Man of steel, indeed,” she whispered silkily, guiding him in. Her self-satisfied expression didn’t remain for long, though, a groan escaping her lips.
She was already slick and eager, and he let himself sink into her slowly, savoring the way she arched up to him, the way her eyes rolled back. Fully joined, they fit together perfectly, her leg wrapped around his hip, his arm sliding under her waist. “God, you feel so good,” he whispered hoarsely.
Her moan echoed the sentiment. And to think she had coherently missed this last night. Had felt all of this once before and could only remember flashes. Phantom wisps of memory doubling over every move he made. There was every possibility that she wouldn’t get them back. It was enough to make you lose your faith in heaven, if she hadn’t gotten a second chance here. The combination of told secrets and unleashed desires just amplified the intensity between them. All the things she had wanted and never voiced for fear for horrifying him were hers for the taking. He wanted her; both sides of him wanted her. Not from afar, neither Clark nor Superman was now content to see her as an object to adore from a pedestal; finally he could approach her as a person of flesh and blood.
In the case of her, he wasn’t above it all. Trapped behind two guises, the truth had freed him to have her. And she fully intended to have him, them, in every way she could manage. The games had gone on long enough. There was a husky little laugh in her voice when she responded, “So do both of you. Nice to know I got some of my fantasies right. Dammit, that’s amazing.”
“Speaking of fantasies … we’ve already exceeded mine … I never dreamed … you’d be like this… Makes me wonder if … red k works on humans … or if you’re just this hot and hungry…” He spoke in between slow, lazy thrusts, rocking deeply against her, making it obvious that he knew exactly how to hit that perfect spot just there.
“I thought you were above all that,” Lois whispered hoarsely, and then her eyes gleamed with mischief. “I guess it still applies, in literal fashion…”
He laughed, his breath hot against her neck. “Oh, as much as I love you beneath me … I think I like it more with you on top… We did that last night, in the limo, and … God, Lois, amazing doesn’t begin to cover it… I loved watching you move … watching you ride me…” The memory was as potent for him as that scandalous talk was for her, and he quickened the pace as Lois gasped hungrily.
Lois wrapped both long legs around him, driving him deeper. “Tell me … God, tell me everything, I want to know…” The sound of his voice, roughened by need, turned her on more than she could have imagined.
“It was quick … so quick, too hot to wait … you felt like … I don’t even have words … Leaning back, seeing your face … feeling you sink down all the way … it was you taking me that time … I was just letting you, loving it…”
The cry that flew from her lips was hot, husky, and just a little mad. Her fingers tightened in his hair, the nails of her right hand scraping over his back as her hand clutched in reaction to his exact words. Her brow was deeply furrowed, looking almost as if she was in pain and feeling that way, too. If she wasn’t keeping her control in an iron grip, it would be over right now. Only the desperation for more kept her from plummeting off the cliff this very moment. He’d always seemed like an angel to her, incapable of needs this base, but learning otherwise only made her desire of him roar to fever-pitch. It didn’t sully her image of him at all, just made her feel like the most irresistible woman on earth to be able to drive him this mad. All this time, he had been thinking these things, never spoken aloud, never acted on, never even betrayed in the slightest. All this time, he’d wanted her just as badly. Superman kept her at a distance; she kept Clark at a distance. All of which had just heightened the desire for what was out of reach.
Even as his voice grew more and more broken, he kept whispering to her, telling her everything she’d missed, and the images flickering through her mind grew molten. On his lap in the darkened back seat of the limo, grinding down on him while his hands ran up and down her back, him catching her blouse in his teeth and yanking it aside to get at her. Moaning, rocking the whole limo, his mouth on her breasts straddling the knife-edge between pleasure and pain.
In the elevator, backing him up against the wall and nipping at his mouth, clawing at his shirt. He’d grabbed her ass and lifted her up, letting her wrap her legs around him, pawing at each other in breathless insatiable heat. Not even shamed, barely even stopped, by the couple who’d seen them and cheered them on.
And then back here, both of them sweat-slick from dancing and fucking, they’d made it to the bathroom undressing on the way, and she’d peeled his shirt off in the tub. The whirlpool jets going, him positioning them just so in the hot water, Lois coming half a dozen times from him and the pulsing water, her senses heightened by everything that had gone before.
“Lazy, then, almost sated,” he told her as he brought her near the edge again, stroking her thigh, kissing her between words. “To bed at last, slow and sweet, kissing you like this, over and over and over again, your eyes rolling back with every breath…”
Not quite finished yet, his hands and his kisses had woken her desire once more, but after three times in less than two hours he was slow to rouse. And then she’d slid down his body, kissing his belly, the ends of her hair tickling his thighs…
That was enough to unlock her blighted memory and she could see that event crystal-clear, her whole body reacting to what she saw in her mind’s eye. “I didn’t.” The firm yet delicate feel of skin against her lips, the shattered sound of his gasp. Her entire body thrust against his in spontaneous sensory overload, choking back the overwhelming need to increase their rhythm and shaking with the effort. Not so soon, no matter how good, no matter how badly they both wanted to give in. But, dear God, the look on his face then. The look on his face now. It was all too obvious that no one else had ever… God, she had to hold on, even as she tightened around him again. Not quite the same, but…
His voice was a low growl when he caught her chin and made her look up at him. “You did, oh God, you did.”
That nearly destroyed her utterly, the whimper torn from her throat almost agonized. Lois bit her lower lip until it whitened, shaking from exertion and floundering to retain her tenuous grip on the thin thread of her control, to hold just a little longer before crashing to the rocks below in the face of the most frantic lust she had ever felt in her life. The urge to fly apart clawed at her with single-minded ruthlessness. She knew the look on her face gave it all away, knew how weak and open her expression was, but there was no saving it now. Did it all, all of it, nothing held back, shameless and with no regrets. And he wanted it. Craved it all. His own words. No lies. Now. Now. Now. “Was it … was it worth … the wait?”
“Yes,” and that was the last word he was capable of saying. From that moment on it was all sensation, his hands fisted in the sheets as she arched up to each thrust, his mouth at her breast, her neck, her lips. Memories thundered back into her mind, lying under him just like this, hearing him groan harshly just like he was now, bearing down on him inside her just like this. Only now she knew, now she was fully aware of who she was and who he was, and exactly what this meant to both of them.
Even though she was going to be very, very sore after all this, Lois rocked her hips against him, harder and harder still, wanting to feel him as deep as she could. And as he met her thrust for thrust, the bed creaking alarmingly, his eyes stayed locked on hers. Wild eyes, not gentle as she was used to seeing them in both guises, the tenderness in him devoured by all-consuming passion. That fire was for her and her alone, and seeing him so lost in desire finally drove her over the edge.
She could almost feel the instant her control broke, the pressure of holding on for dear life, not too unlike losing her grip on a helicopter seatbelt a year before. Only she wasn’t falling from the heights, but hurtling skyward with the speed and heat of a supernova. In the face of this, everything went white and all she could hear was her own lost cries. There was nothing else in the world but this.
He could no longer hold back, following her into explosive ecstasy with her name on his lips, his voice harsh with need and fulfillment. Complete sensory overload in that moment, no thoughts, just her. Lois, finally his Lois, in word and deed and action, and knowing it was the most intense satisfaction he’d ever felt. As he came back down from the heights he collapsed beside her, out of breath but utterly content.
Once they’d gotten their breath back, finally able to think let alone speak, Clark looked at Lois with a slow, sultry smile. “I guess you’re not still thinking about having our marriage annulled, are you?” he asked, running one finger down her cheek.
Those hazel eyes had closed as Lois had attempted to get her breathing up control, her shivers an echo of their passion reverberating through her nerve-endings. It seemed like she could feel every cell in her body, every strand of hair that lay disheveled around the pillows and her face. Just having him still so close made her blood sing. And it was embarrassing to even go into the state of her heart. He was right; she was caught. Red-handed, too. And the reporter found she had no interest of getting away this time. The gleam in her eyes told him all he needed to know before she even quirked her lips. “Hmmm. I think I might be made to consider it on a trial basis,” she whispered back with a tempting smile.
At the end of the week, when they packed to leave a conference they’d barely attended, Lois made sure to ‘accidentally’ slip the red crystal glass into her luggage.