Clark Remains A Gentleman

Clark Kent was not an unattractive man. Highschool football player, crusading reporter...oh, he played the part of a dweeb, but Lois Lane could still see those big shoulders, that dark hair, the jutting jaw...if she was honest with herself, this wasn't the first time she'd thought about fucking him.

It would be the first time she did anything about it.

She ran her hands over her small, palmable breasts, down a trim washboard stomach and thin, flanks. Reached between her legs, palm passing over the carefully trimmed bit of bush to rub gently at her clit.

Clark looked down, immediately. Lois smiled, feeling herself coast across the carpet, more than pleasantly buzzed and horny. His mother would be proud of him. A part of her wanted to be his mommy, tonight.

"Lois, your towel..."

"Clark Kent, you are too much the gentleman," she accused gently. Her hand went to his pants, and he quickly grabbed her hand and effortlessly pulled her away...but not before she had felt how hard that he was for her. "What do you want, a proposal of marriage?"

His eyes met hers then, and a shiver of regret ran through the naked reporter. The shot had hit home—and Lois Lane realized, dimly, through her ****-induced haze, that maybe he had deeper feelings for her than she had thought.

Kent stood up, still holding the reporter's wrist.

"Lois...I would...love to make love to you," he said, measuring his words carefully. Steel self-control. "But not like this. You're ****."

"High as a fucking kite," the reporter giggled, amused at his seriousness.

Her free hand slid onto the back of his neck. He was so much taller than her. Lois braced her foot on the bed and hefted herself up...she had intended to push her breasts into his face, but she misjudged, began to fall backwards...

Clark Kent's arm caught her as she fell. Hugged her close to him. So they were chest-to-chest, face-to-face...and Lois felt herself blushing furiously as she stared into those deep blue eyes, panting with desperation. In any other circumstance, naked and being so easily overpowered, Lois would have felt scared...threatened...but in his arms she just felt...safe.

"Kiss me," she begged.