Chlark Fanfic: Right in Front of You, Ch 6
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...some more Chlark smutty goodness. Hopefully this will dull the pain that 'Committed' is sure to inflict on us.
Enjoy!
Title: Right in Front of You
Timescale: Sometime after 'Fierce'
Rating: R18. If you are aged 17 or younger, please do not go behind cut. Thank you.
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Chapter 6
Clark took his time, leaning over Chloe as he braced himself on his strong arms. He nuzzled her throat, feeling her heart rate accelerate as the pulse in her neck beat softly but insistently against his lips. He blazed a trail with his lips till he was nuzzled between her soft warm breasts. He caught the slight scent of her perfume where she must’ve dabbed it over her heart, and placed a kiss there. Clark felt her thread her fingers through his hair as she arched her back, silently asking for more. He brought one large hand to rest on her breast, loving the little moan that escaped her lips as he teased the nipple with his thumb to a stiff peak through the chocolate-coloured satin. He shifted his head and took the nipple into his mouth, tracing circles round it with his tongue before closing his lips and sucking hard. Chloe moaned again louder than before , arching her back and pushing herself further into his mouth. He caught the scent of her arousal, a deep, heady aroma that made him want to forget everything else and just bury himself inside her. He was so damned hard he thought he might die if he didn’t get some relief soon.
But he was on a mission here. He wanted Chloe to realise that there was nothing and no-one on his mind right now but her. And he wanted to make her lose all her inhibitions and scream like a woman at the height of her pleasure.
Reluctantly he released her breast, hearing her soft moan of protest. Once again he made his way down her body, smoothing his hands down her midriff and skimming them down both her outer thighs all the way down to her slender ankles, stripping her panties off as he did so. Chloe shivered with delight at his touch, urging him to repeat the motion. He smiled, happy to oblige. He would, he realised, give this woman anything and everything she asked for. How he almost let her slip through his fingers he’d never know.
He caressed her all the way down to her ankles, and then started the return journey back up, halting when he reached the back of her knees. In one swift motion he hitched her knees up so that her legs were braced on either side of him as he knelt between them. He raised his head and looked straight at her. This time there was no shyness or hesitation on her part as she returned his gaze with a sultry one of her own. Clark smiled at her, desire in his eyes as his lowered his gaze to the most feminine part of her, finding her wet and glistening as she waited for his touch. His keen sense of smell picked up the heady, intoxicating scent of her moisture and he inhaled deeply like she was some sort of exotic drug he absolutely had to have. Spurred on, he slowly slid his hands back down to grasp her ankles and lifted them onto his shoulders, crossing her ankles behind his neck. Starting with the soft skin in the back of her knee he kissed his way down her right thigh, feeling her shiver with need, her gasps getting louder as she finally felt his lips brushing against the downy hair at the juncture of her thighs. He heard her breath catch in her throat, as if wondering what he’d do next. He smiled against her; there’d be no stopping him this time. He pressed open‑mouthed kisses against her intimate flesh, made small, teasing licks between the soft folds, ran his tongue along her moist seam till he got to the small sensitive nub, where he opened his lips and gently sucked.
Chloe Sullivan was on fire. The sensations coursing through her were so far up the pinnacle of pleasure it bordered on pain. She gasped, sobbed and moaned Clark’s name in a soft plea; whether to stop the onslaught of pleasure or add to it, she wasn’t quite sure. Either way, he didn’t let up on his ministrations, his tongue swirling, tasting, and flicking against her till she felt like a tightly wound spring ready to snap. She clutched at his hair, her pending orgasm bearing down upon her like a freight train.
Clark sensed the changes in her body, heard her breathing become more rapid, and knew she was close. Her timing couldn’t have been more perfect; he was throbbing so hard he was ready to explode himself, and was desperate to be inside her when it happened. With a quick motion he made his way up her body between her parted thighs, his forehead pressed against hers and their fingers linked as he slowly sank himself into her moist recess.
The pleasure was almost too much to bear. He exhaled in a sharp hiss as he buried himself in her to the hilt, hearing her exhale in a long “Aaaah,” as her fingers fisted in his and she lifter her hips to meet his. Clark had never felt anything like it. For the first time in his life, he felt like he was where he was supposed to me, like he’d existed solely for this moment. It felt wonderful. It felt right.
It felt like home.
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Chloe felt like she’d died and gone to heaven. Having Clark inside her - moving within her, moving with her, was the fulfilment of a dream come true - except now it was a reality, and the pure sweetness of the moment far surpassed the dream as the sun outshines a lightbulb. Chloe held on to his hands and matched his thrusts with hers, each movement of sweet friction driving her closer and closer to the edge of completion. She could feel their bodies slick with sweat, feel Clark’s damp forehead as it touched hers, and moaned aloud in sheer pleasure. Clark claimed her lips in a kiss, his tongue echoing the movement of his thrusts, a rhythm which Chloe matched with equal fervour. She wished it could go on and on, but her body was humming like a high tension live wire and she knew she wasn’t going to last much longer.
And she wasn’t the only one. She could feel Clark’s movements becoming more erratic, his thrusts picking up speed, and wanted nothing more than for him to be with her as she tumbled over the edge. The knot of need wound tighter and tighter inside her, like an elastic band pulled to the full extent of its tautness…and then snapped. Chloe’s voice rose as wave after wave of concentrated pleasure washed over her, her inner muscles milking Clark’s hard length like a hot fist.
As soon as he’d felt the subtle changes in her body, Clark knew he was going to come, and come hard. He’d tried to make is last as long as possible for her, for both of them, but they had both waited a long, long time for this moment; their emotions had been set free, and neither of them were going to be denied a moment longer. With one last hard thrust, he began to shudder violently and suddenly the dam burst, light exploding behind his eyes as he emptied himself inside her. He uttered her name in a loud groan, holding her close as the shuddering subsided in both of them.
For long moments they lay entwined, their harsh breathing slowing as they slowly came back down to earth. Clark finally lifted his head, raised a hand and brushed Chloe’s sweat-matted hair off her forehead, a move she reciprocated by lifting his wet hair away from his face. They looked into each others eyes for a minute, then Clark let his gaze drift all over Chloe.
Her arms were still trapped in the sleeves of her blouse, and her bra was still on, though slightly askew with one nipple peeking out over the lace. Chloe lifted her head and gave Clark the once-over, one brow lifting quirkily as she noticed he still had his jeans and boxers on - well, half-on, half-off and bunched around his knees. They looked like a pair of people who’d thoroughly indulged in some rough sex, which wasn’t too far off the mark. Slowly they looked at each other again, though this time the desire was heavily laced with humour. Chloe’s other eyebrow rose to join its twin, while her mouth curved in a smile she tried unsuccessfully to hide. Clark eyes danced as he tried to summon a stern grim face - and failed completely. Both of them burst out laughing.
Somehow, Clark had always known sex with Chloe would be different. What he hadn’t expected was that their lovemaking would completely set him free, make him feel like singing his way across the hills and dancing with his arms outstretched to the heavens like Julie Andrews in The Sound of Music. Only Chloe could make him laugh out loud after having mindblowing, rapturous sex, and be laughing right there with him.
He was lucky, so lucky to have her in his life, in his arms.
Gradually the laughter subsided into wide smiles, and while Chloe lay back down and divested herself of the rest of her clothing Clark kicked off his jeans and boxers, then groped around till he got hold of the cover blanket and pulled it over both of them. Chloe nestled into him, snuggling in spoon fashion resting her head on his left bicep while his right arm went around her, holding her close. He rested his chin atop her blond head - he seemed to have done that a lot lately - and breathed in her hair, loving the special aroma made only more potent by the scent of their lovemaking which still permeated the air around them.
Within minutes, Chloe was asleep, her heartbeat slowed to resting pace, her chest slowly rising and falling with every breath. Clark studied her face; the way her lashes fanned her cheek, the fall of her hair, the three little moles on the side of her face…it was a face he’d seen a thousand times before, and yet today he was really looking at her as a woman for the first time.
Why on earth had he bogged himself down with Lana all these years? He wondered. They’d hardly had anything to say to each other, and the few times they’d had sex it hadn’t been all that great. And even though he’d never had sex with anyone else, he’d known deep down inside that there had to be more to it than what he’d felt - or not felt - with her.
With Chloe there’d been a connection on a whole different level. A wholeness, a sense of belonging…a completeness. Like she was the missing jigsaw puzzle piece in the convoluted mess that was his life, and when they’d come together the picture was complete, and he could finally make sense of it all.
He let out a deep sigh, stirring the leaves of one of the trees in the near vicinity. And that was another thing, he realised with a shock. He’d never even worried for a second that he’d hurt Chloe with his abilities during sex. His body had automatically made the necessary adjustments, and he hadn’t even noticed. So with Lana it must have been his subconscious preventing him from getting intimate with her when he had his abilities; his rabid fear of hurting her was just a front. And he’d always felt self-conscious about using his abilities around Lana whereas with Chloe he’d never had a reason not to be who he really was. Heck, she’d even prompted him to channel his supersneeze into a more useful ability, what she now referred to as his ‘superbreath.’
Clark smiled. Wow. Chloe Sullivan was meant for him on so many levels.
He’d wanted to tell her something before she dozed off; it’ll keep, he decided, nestling his head in her hair and tightening his strong arms around her.
A minute later, he was asleep.
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