Lois & Clark Kiss

A god or a saint might have turned her down. The beautiful woman, naked, pressed against his body. The woman he had so long admired, desired...Clark Kent was not lacking in courage. He could face ****. Yet his super-heart quickened as he bent his head. As those lips pressed against her own. They closed their eyes and Lois breathed out into his mouth, and then he into hers, and they were lost then into a single, shared moment.

Clark Kent may not have been human...but he was still a man.

Any man might be conquered.

They explored each other's mouth. Tentative, at first. Hesitant. Lois Lane was coy at first. Let her tongue play over his teeth. Then just the tips of their tongues touched, and she withdrew...only to slide back, more confident now. Welcoming the contact. She opened her mouth wider, an invitation to let him in, and slowly Clark pressed his tongue into her mouth...and he was never quite sure when, exactly, his toes left the carpet and they hung in mid-air.

For the first time, Clark wondered if this was what love was...or if all he felt right now was lust. He couldn't trust himself, his instincts. The Man of Steel knew he wanted her, and he could feel how much she wanted him, but there was still that core of hesitation inside of him. The worry that Lois was under the influence, that she didn't love him, that this was just ****...

The reporter clung to him, and he to her. Lois drew her legs up to wrap around her hips and...he wasn't clear if she pulled his pants down or if his steel-hard cock had simply poked straight through the fabric of his pajamas. All her knew is that she was grinding against him, that hot, wet slit against his prick, their hearts hammered together, and just as it was getting to the point where he couldn't stand it anymore, she pulled her face away...

"Please...Clark! Please, I need it, I need you inside me!"