Tell her that you want her, now

Looking at her, her beautiful face on a beautiful body with a beautiful neck in between, you realise the last thing you have time for right now is an interview; you can get to know each other tomorrow. Besides, you’ve known Lois Lane, in her many incarnations, all through your life.

“I just need you, Lois,” you tell her, eager for more. “You're all I need to turn me on. Now, let’s make headlines.”

Your lips lock once more, but she pulls away again, and smiles. “Just lie there, stud. It’s my job to make headlines.” She leans over towards your ear and blows gently into it. “Maybe you should call me Lo,” she whispers, and then slowly, a kiss at a time, starts at your neck and begins to work her way down your body. You look down at her, see the arch of her back, and her violet eyes gleaming mischievously back at you, as her mouth takes in the full length of your shaft.

Her hands grasp onto your legs, as her mouth and teeth and tongue start to tease and excite your cock, playing it like a volcano, your muscles tensing and your body writhing in exquisite waves of ecstasy. One of your hands goes back to grasp the top of the bed, as you get nearer and nearer to the point of eruption. You feel the light touch of her fingernails against your testicles and know that there’s no turning back. You look at her flawless skin, as she crouches on the other end of the bed, her bright violet eyes still focussed on you, and then you’re exploding inside her mouth, and you hear her greedily gulping it down.

She lifts her head up. “Tasty.” She then sits up and stretches, showing off that perfect toned naked body. “Hope you appreciated that.”

You nod. You’ve never been as grateful in your life. You wonder how to repay her; maybe you will tell her your deepest darkest desire.

“Did you hear me?” she says. “I was wondering if you enjoyed the show. If it turned you on?”

“I did-” you begin, but then you see that Lois is making a shushing gesture at you. She clearly thinks actions speak louder than words, so you nod again, more enthusiastically than before, ready for more.

“I’m not talking to you,” she says, looking around the room.

“You’re not? Why? Have I upset you? Did I cum too-”

“This show wasn’t just for you,” she interrupts. “It was for the guy with the telescopic vision, X-ray vision, and super-hearing.” She wipes away a tear. “He might be a perverted idiot, but I still have feelings for him, just wanted to see if he still had feelings for me.”

“This was all for Superman’s benefit?”

“No, but... I’m confused, okay? I didn’t know if I wanted a Man of Steel or a...” she stares down at your crotch, where your dick is once again giving that hot body of hers a standing ovation, “Man of Wood. Still, looks like he didn’t care enough to hang around.”

You take her in your arms, comforting her. “Maybe he thought you really didn’t want him and he’s gone off to the Arctic to build himself a Fortress of Solitude. Maybe the robo-stud manufacturers didn’t include X-ray vision because it’s way beyond current technology.”

“Just make love to me,” she says, wiping away her tears. “Kiss me so hard I forget about him.”

You don’t know if you can kiss away her memories, but you can certainly kiss away at her mammaries, not to mention fucking her brains out.

And then the roof explodes literally, and a blue-and-red-clad figure is hovering over the end of your bed.

“I could never stop loving you, Lois.”