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Part Four

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"Oh my… Wow." Lois breathed the exultation into Clark's gradually slowing kiss.

"Why have we been fighting this for so long?" Clark asked after breaking away several long moments later. "Can't you feel how good we are together?"

Oh, I can feel something, alright. Lois kept her eyes fastened shut as she fought desperately to calm her heavy breathing and slow her racing pulse. "I told you what happened the last time I was foolish enough to sleep with someone I work with." This was her absolute last-ditch effort to call up some sanity in this mad, mad episode. "I won't be made a fool like that ever again."

"Oh, Lois," Clark breathed. "I would never, ever make a fool of you." If she weren't so aroused, she might have actually cursed him for saying exactly the right thing. "I swear, I would never do anything to hurt you. You can trust me."

"Well, of course you'd say that now," Lois replied as she finally, slowly opened her eyes. Never one to go down without one hell of a fight, she clung to that weak defense like the last floating seat cushion in a stormy sea after miraculously surviving a spectacularly explosive plane crash. "Just like every other man on the planet, you'd say anything right now if you thought it would get you in bed with me."

"Believe me, Lois. I am not like any other man on this planet," Clark vowed solemnly.

"Oh yeah?" Lois retorted haughtily. "Prove it."

"Prove it," he repeated. Clark stared at her for a long quiet moment as a wicked gleam began shining bright in his gaze. "Fair enough. I'd have to tell you sooner or later, anyway."

"Tell me what?" Her voice was positively dripping with sardonic doubt, aptly masking her silent, fervent prayer against all sane hope that whatever he said next would finally push her over the edge. Which edge she truly wanted to take that tumble off, though, she would not contemplate.

Clark waggled his eyebrows, scooped her up into his arms… and floated right up off the bed until he had her nearly pinned to the ceiling. "I may have neglected to tell you about a few particular… abilities of mine," he informed her with a far-too-smug grin.

She gaped wide-eyed in shock at what he he'd done and where he now held her suspended in mid-air—and, of course, the full body-and-mind explosion that ripped through her as his unexpected revelation permeated every fiber of her being. "You… you're… you're… Su—

"Superman," he finished for her with a proudly smug beam.

"Holy moley," Lois gasped, then promptly lost consciousness.

"Lois?!" Clark immediately dropped them down in a gentle landing on the soft mattress below. "Lois? Wake up, Lois! Are you all right? Lois? Lois!" Panic thickened his voice with every cry of her name.

Just before his heart stopped in sheer dread, her eyelids started to flutter. "Wow."

Clark pulled back with a slight shake of his head. "Wow?" His brows arched up as he repeated her breathy exclamation, a slow smile creeping across those luscious lips of his.

Lois smiled back, a feral, seductive beam that captivated him entirely. "If we're that good with our clothes on, just imagine how amazing it'll be when we're naked!"

Clark laughed out loud. "That's more like it," he replied with an interesting mix of satisfaction and relief as he dropped down to catch her lips between his.

Lois positively mewled into his caress with sheer pleasure. "God," she cried out breathlessly as he released her mouth to drag in a hefty lungful of oxygen. "What a crazy dream!"

"Guess again," Clark growled as he swooped down to resume kissing her once more. At the last possible moment, though, she turned her head away, leaving his insistent mouth to land on the sensitive skin just beneath her ear.

She gasped sharply at the hot, moist contact. "This is a dream," she answered with a firmness that caught him by surprise. Clark jerked his head back up to gaze down on her with eyes darkened to infinite pitch-black darkness. "This is just a dream. It has to be a dream," she amended. "If it's not… I don't want to know." When his eyes crinkled in confusion, she added, very softly, "I'm not ready to know."

His eyes softened then, filling with such powerful emotion it stole her breath. "Lois…" Clark sighed, half in protest, but half in resignation as well.

"Clark…" Her eyes fell shut, and she squeezed them tight for a moment before she could speak again. "I can't even admit how much I li… how much I lo—I lo… " She trailed off with a frustrated sigh. "I can't even say it out loud in a dream," she chided herself with something of a self-deprecating little chuckle. "And if you really are…" she paused to suck in a mighty breath. "Superman," she almost spit out, "if you've been lying to me since the day we met… If my best friend and my greatest fantasy are actually one and the same… I think it just might kill me right now." She shivered, and this time not at all from unspent passion.

"As long as this is just a dream, though…" She slowly raised her heavy eyelids to cast that sultry smile of hers upon him once more. "Anything goes. I'm free… to do… anything." She wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him back down toward her. "Everything."

She slipped one hand back around his neck, up along his cheek. After lightly fingering one arm of the frames holding those lenses in place between their mingling gazes, she slid his superfluous spectacles down the bridge of his nose and away from his face, stretching her arm out to absently drop them on the nearby nightstand before bringing her fingers back to trail across his now-naked features.

Clark stared down into her eyes for what felt like several lifetimes, silently begging her, willing her, to see the truth in his eyes at long last, to see the truth he had been so carefully hiding in his heart since the moment he first laid his eyes on her. "You don't have to say anything, Lois," he told her quietly. One of his hands found its way back to her face, his thumb again tracing the line of her full bottom lip. "But I want you to know…" When he paused, she held her breath, and he could see she was half terrified and half ecstatically anticipating his next words. "I love you."

"Oh Clark—" Those were all the more words able to slip past her lips before they were swallowed up again in an intensely passionate kiss. Lips plundered, tongues plunged and thrust, parried and tangled. Hands were everywhere, arms and legs entwined. She could not bring him close enough; she wanted to pull him inside of her right through her skin, and he certainly shared that desire in full equal measure.

It less than the time it would have taken Lois to blink, had her eyes been capable of opening, that is, she gasped as a rush of cool air assailed her sensitized and suddenly fully denuded skin. Clark's mouth never paused in its plundering of hers as his equally bare physique instantly came back into weightless contact with her own before her heart even started its next eager beat.

She moaned with great relish as she felt the tell-tale heat of one seriously impressive specimen of male arousal pressed into her belly. This has to be a fantasy, she thought. That is humanly impossible. She brought one leg high up around his hip to try to bring him ever impossibly closer.

Another gasp tore through Lois's lips as Clark wrested his mouth from hers to lay a trail of fiery kisses along her jaw, her throat, her collarbone. Another lusty moan rumbled through her chest as his tongue dipped into the valley at the center of her clavicle and plunged down deep between her breasts. Her hands dug fiercely into his soft locks and she recklessly raked her nails into his scalp as his mouth latched onto one pert nipple.

Her cries of pleasure rang out loudly through the night air as lips and tongue lapped and swirled and teased that peak into tauter arousal than she had ever experienced. She whimpered at the scant loss of contact when he quickly switched to lavish the other side with the same loving attention, only to nearly shriek out his name when his teeth grazed her in an almost too-rough nibble.

Never in her life had she been subjected to such pure, unadulterated lust as this man was inspiring in her tonight. She arched her back, and the tilting of her pelvis had exactly the result she'd intended. She felt that heady thick member slide between her legs to nestle snugly cradled in her slippery-slick folds.

Lois hooked her right ankle around his, and with her left still clutched high about his waist, she ground her pelvis into his, taking his entire mighty length and girth into her in one mind-shattering thrust. He stretched and filled her as she'd never imagined possible, and as he was finally drawn in sheathed to the hilt, she exploded around him. Every last tiny muscle inside her contracted with such superb pleasure around the severe searing heat of his shaft of steel that tears began streaming unheeded down her cheeks.

Clark's own passion was utterly relentless now. He withdrew almost completely with nearly agonizing slowness before driving deep inside her again and again. Every thrust sent her soaring inexplicably higher into throes of orgasmic delight, and she wondered how it was humanly possible to withstand such pleasure without truly losing her mind—at least the conscious part of it. And yet, for all the power he used to slam into her harder and harder, he never once actually pressed his weight onto her, holding her seemingly suspended in a cloud of physical sensation between his driving body and the slippery soft mattress beneath.

She began clawing at the surface beneath her for some desperate purchase, but as they continued their nearly furious bump and grind, she felt herself and, lo, the entire mattress begin sliding across the box springs. Only enough of gravity's influence affected her enough to send her blood, already racing through her veins at super-light-speed, rushing into her brain as the mattress sank toward the floor. Her vision clouded and tinted bright red behind her closed lids, and her almost desperate cries of frenetic ecstasy spurred Clark on to ever deeper expressions of his rampant passion.

With those strong, bulging-muscled arms wrapped securely about her entire torso, Clark rose to his knees. Lois wrapped both legs around his waist now to straddle him with that hot rod splendidly impaling her with stroke after mind-numbing stroke. She dug her nails into his back with all her might as she rode him for all she was worth. Her lips and tongue gobbled up every inch of his face, his throat, his shoulders, and as much of his mighty broad chest as she could reach.

Without warning, Clark ripped her off of him and dropped her against the sloped mattress. His large hands splayed low across her abdomen, and with neigh but the power of his thumbs, he spread her legs wide open before him and lowered his head down to worship her womanly core with his loving mouth. She shouted his name louder than ever.

His name. His name! Even through the lingering laser-light fog and the heady haze of passion, every time he heard her utter the word "Clark" he wanted to shout for joy. Even when he'd thrown his super-sized alter-ego in her face, she still had only ever called him Clark from the moment he'd burst onto the scene. He could live happily on that knowledge alone for the rest of his life.

As her hands again dug into his now-curly moist locks, Clark lapped up her sweet juices with greater joy than he'd ever dared dream. She tasted so completely perfect, he knew he'd never be sated enough, and he would always, always be eager for more. He took great delight in exploring every nuance of her hidden treasure, altering pressure and speed, quickly learning exactly what and how and where she liked it best. When he dove his tongue as deep inside her as he could reach—and that was, naturally, quite delightfully deep—she again cried out his name. The depth of pleasure and emotion in her voice made his heart constrict with the pleasure of longing too-long denied finally being quenched by nectar more fantastic than anything of even his most vivid fantasies.

As her body began to tremble and quake beneath him once again, Clark raised his head up the length of her body, raking his tongue up the center of her torso as he pulled her up, over, and on top of his straining erection. As she sank down his rigid length, she clenched tightly around him, very nearly driving him over the precipitous edge he was using every last drop of super-will-power he possessed to delay crossing prematurely.

He drew himself back, clasping her about each leg to draw them up past his waist. Holding her firmly lodged on his silky shaft of love he drew his hands along the curves of her calves to grasp her ankles in his firm grip. He raised her legs higher still until they came to rest on his shoulders and began driving deep inside of her once again; he drew her thighs in together, prompting her without words to clamp even tighter around him.

Then he slid his arms beneath her and drew her up, practically folding her in two as he levitated off the floor. He laid back mid-air, pulling her along with him so that she was literally sitting astride him. She was completely unprepared for his next move, which was to spin her around on him and pull her back against his solid chest. She squealed in surprised delight, and her legs immediately wrapped around his as she stretched out over him.

Lois brought one arm reached up to wrap around his neck behind her as her showered her neck and throat with more of those incredibly hot kisses; the other slid down along her belly and through the coarse tangle of curls thinly concealing their juncture. Clark was ever quick to respond, one thick, strong arm coming around her to fondle her breasts, and the other riding low around their conjoined hips to mingle with hers, their fingers sliding against each other as much as their intimately bound sexes.

The air was thick and heavy with their sweat and hormones and pheromones all intermingling and oh-so-effectively provoking their further arousal. The reinforced soundproofing of the Lexor's honeymoon suite was certainly taxed to its limit with the moans and groans, sighs and cries, and more than a few screams and shouts of heavenly ecstasy from the near-delirious love-birds.

They rolled around on the slumping mattress almost as much as they rolled around right in mid-air, and as Lois finally showed signs of wearing out, Clark let her come back to a gentle rest face-down on the flattest of the bed's thoroughly thrashed surface. He began dropping kisses along the back of her neck, massaging the tops of her shoulders with his lips and tongue, and the ensuing sparks of electricity he elicited sent her racing through one last set of mind, heart, and soul shattering multiple orgasms as he finally let himself follow her over the edge into orgasmic oblivion.

Much, much later, as their blood slowly began to cool, Clark rolled off of Lois onto his back, then pulled her back into his arms in a tender embrace. "I love you," he whispered into her hair.

"I love you, Clark," she whispered back, making Clark grin so broad even he was afraid his face might split. She pressed a single kiss at the pulse point along his throat, and then her next words almost broke the spell, and his heart, completely. "And that's why you have to go now."

"What?" His eyes flew open faster than a speeding bullet. "Go?"

She kissed his temple before speaking again. "Go. Tomorrow… when I wake up… this will be the best dream of my entire life."

Clark let his eyes drift shut for a moment; only after a heavy sigh did he dare prop them open again. "Lois… are you sure?"

Lois sighed, wishing for one desperate moment that she had more courage when it came to matters of the heart. "I'm sure you'll be much safer if I don't know whether or not this ever really happened."

When she phrased it that way, even Clark was hard-pressed to argue. Still, there was one qualifier in there that he wasn't sure he could live with. "Ever?"

"Well… maybe someday, I'll tell you about it." Clark quirked one brow at her. "And then you can tell me if it was just a dream or not."

He glanced down at the mussed hair of the lovely woman he'd just shared himself so completely with and graced her love-puffy lips with one last tender kiss. "Someday," he vowed. She rolled away from him then, and he carefully extracted himself the rest of the way out of her embrace.

It was only his love for her that was strong enough to overcome the last lingering impulses from his forgotten Red-Kryptonite exposure to leave the room in its jumbled state and let her over-active imagination explain *that* in the morning. So, as Lois drifted into slumber, Clark made quick work of returning the bedroom to some semblance of order before whipping back into proper attire for his departure. But he couldn't resist leaving her one sure-to-perplex souvenir of their night together; he only wished he could see her face when she discovered his red briefs peeking out from under her pillow.

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To Be Continued...

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