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Clark stepped through the open glass window of his apartment at the same moment Lois walked through his front door. They glanced at each other, a shared smile tugging on both of their lips.
“How are the streets of Metropolis tonight?” Lois asked, kicking the door closed and dropping her bag on the hardwood floor, careless. Clark carefully slid the window closed.
“Calm, for once. Knock on wood.” Clark gave a lopsided grin as he rapped his knuckle three times against the window frame at the same time Lois kicked off her shoes and affectionately rolled her eyes. Clark didn’t think about how strange it was she kept her oversized coat on. “What was the great Lois Lane up to today?” he asked, eyes trained on her figure slowly walking across the room towards him.
“Well, what I wanted to do today was start research on a hunch for a new article, but instead I had to spend the entire afternoon at Mr. Smith’s Furniture Emporium thanks to a certain big blue alien who seemed to have forgotten how to keep his strength in check around my favorite comfy chair.” Lois raised an eyebrow as Clark’s mouth immediately turned into a frown, a flush of embarrassment overtaking his cheeks.
“I told you I’d take care of that, Lois, I’m sorry.” Clark tried to reach for her waist, but Lois stepped away from his hand. Clark pouted, frustrated. “If you hadn’t ambushed me in that dress…” he muttered quietly under his breath.
“Ambushed you, huh? So it’s my fault that you broke my chair? I don’t need superhearing to hear your pathetic excuses, Clark.” Lois crossed her arms, peering up at Clark as she stood in front of him with her eyes narrowed. Clark’s flush deepened and his eyes widened in panic.
“No, I did not say it was your fault. Obviously it was mine.” Clark was forced to take a step backwards as Lois came forward, poking him in the chest to keep him moving back. She kept going until the back of his legs hit the single chair in his nearly empty living room.
“Here’s what’s going to happen. Sit.” Lois’ commanding words always had a strong effect on Clark, and he sat down without thinking. Lois gave him a pleased smile and Clark’s heart sang. She leaned down, keeping her eyes locked on his as she slowly grabbed both his hands, moving them to sit on either armrest. Clark’s fingers curled into the fabric as he watched her. “You’re going to stay right here, just like this. Do not move.” She stood back up, between his spread legs. That’s when Clark finally noticed her coat, and Lois smirked as she slowly undid the tie around her waist. She felt wonderfully satisfied watching Clark’s eyes bulge out of his head as she opened the coat, revealing the very same little black dress that two nights ago she had donned for a girls night out, and that had caused Clark to clench too hard onto the chair in her living room, snapping it into pieces under his grip upon catching sight of her. Clark’s jaw dropped as Lois let the coat fall to the floor behind her. He also hoped beyond words that she hadn’t noticed the way he had been hovering, just slightly, off the chair to make sure he didn’t repeat his previous mistakes, yet sank down into the cushions upon seeing her again. Lois in fact did notice, but she kept that sealed away. For now.
“Lois, what’re you-” Clark was silenced by Lois’ finger against his lips.
“Shut up. You are not allowed to speak, or move. You’re going to watch me and feel me get myself off, and then maybe, maybe, I’ll let you touch me. Do I make myself clear, Superman?” Lois stared expectantly, waiting for an answer. Clark slowly nodded his head. “Good boy,” Lois spoke softly. Clark whimpered.
Lois threaded her fingers into Clark’s curls, tugging harshly to force his head back as she stepped over his leg, seating herself in his lap until her cunt sat on his thigh, separated only by her thin, cotton panties and his Superman tights. She looked down at him, smirking at his darkened eyes, the flush in his cheeks, the way he panted for breath as he looked at her. She hadn’t even done anything yet and he was a mess. She loved it.
Lois raised her hips slightly, just so she could glide her pussy over the hard muscle of Clark’s thigh. Her breath stuttered slightly, a subtle fire igniting in her veins, but she kept herself steady, under control. Her dress bunched up at her hips, exposing her own creamy thighs to Clark’s hungry gaze. If he couldn’t touch her, he sure was going to eat up every inch of her he could see, every sound she let past her lips. He groaned as Lois gripped tightly onto his shoulders and circled her hips against his thigh.
“Fuck, Clark.” Lois’ hands slid down to Clark’s chest, pushing hard against his solid frame as she rode his thigh. Her head fell back in pleasure, and Clark honestly felt like he might die watching her and not being able to touch her. The dress had hiked up enough to fully expose her panties as she grinded on him, and it hugged her breasts so perfectly, he needed to get his mouth on them. He was going crazy. The expanse of her throat was exposed to him as her head tilted back, and he desperately wanted to mark her pale, soft skin. But he stayed still.
“Can you feel how wet I am for you?” Lois’ voice was quiet, sultry, as she lifted her head and looked at him, dazed eyes and a blissed out smile on her face. She kept working her pussy against him, so wet she was smearing her desire over the blue of his suit, even through her underwear. Having Clark, Superman, under her mercy like this always got Lois going. She could do anything she wanted to him, and he’d let her. Happily, even. Sometimes she let it get to her head a little, just for fun. She watched as Clark’s jaw clenched, fighting to keep himself under control. She moved her hand to massage her thumb over the muscle, leaning close and pressing her lips against his cheek, still sliding her pussy back and forth against his tensed thigh. “You’re doing good Clark,” she whispered. Clark choked out a relieved, desperate sound. The praise went straight to his head. He was doing good. Being good. Soon, she’d let him touch her. He just had to hold on a little longer.
Lois moaned softly as her clit grazed against the material of his suit. Her panties had become such a mess, they’d slid to the side from her movements, exposing herself. Her grinds became more desperate, hurried, as her orgasm approached. Her hands were on Clark’s face, nose pressed against his cheekbone, as she worked herself closer to the edge. “G-Gonna come,” she whimpered, losing a bit of herself in the pleasure. Her pussy clenched around nothing, aching to be filled, but she couldn’t let him know that. Clark, meanwhile, used every ounce of his own self-control to keep himself from tearing her clothes off and sinking into her, desperate himself to fill her and feel her clench around him. He had to prove he could do it. He couldn’t let her down.
Finally, Lois’ hips stuttered against Clark’s thigh as she came, rutting against him through her orgasm. She moaned with her mouth against Clark’s ear, hugging him tightly with her arms around his neck and fingers buried deep in his hair. Once the aftershocks had subsided, she grinned to herself and pressed a light, sweet kiss to Clark’s cheek. “You can speak,” she whispered.
“Lois, baby, please, please let me touch you,” Clark immediately began begging, feeling like if he didn’t get his hands on her soon he might combust. When Lois looked at him, lifting her face over his, he looked more frenzied than she’d possibly ever seen him. “Please baby, I need to feel you.”
Clark held his breath as Lois peered down at him, lifting her hand to push his sweaty curls back off his forehead. She hummed to herself in thought, and Clark thought this might be a more torturous situation than kryptonite poisoning.
“Hm… No.”
Clark’s heart immediately sunk and his jaw dropped open. He felt himself nearly begin to panic as Lois removed herself from his lap, looking completely nonchalant as she stood up and stretched, leaving him aching and empty feeling.
“No?! But - But I thought I was good, you said I was good, baby please-”
Clark was cut off by Lois laughing, shaking her head slightly as she stood there, crossing her arms. Her dress was still ridden up to her stomach, exposing her completely askew panties. She didn’t seem to care at all.
“Did you really think I wouldn’t notice you hovering when you first sat down, Clark? Cheaters don’t get rewards.” Lois turned on her heel, heading towards the kitchen, and Clark almost got up after her, but a quick look from her over her shoulder, had him plopping back down.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, please Lois.” Clark hated how absolutely pathetic he sounded, but there was nothing else he could do. He felt pathetic, anyway.
Lois pulled open the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water. She felt just as desperate for Clark as he felt for her, surely. She wanted nothing more than to give in now, let him fuck deep inside her, give her the pleasure no one else was capable of, but she was enjoying the power she had right now. Just for a little while longer. She opened the water, chugging some of it down as she felt Clark’s eyes locked on her. She wiped her mouth when she was done, setting the bottle down on the counter before casually strolling back into the living room.
“God, it’s hot in here. Don’t you have better AC than this?” Lois reached down for the hem of her dress, peeling it off her body slowly. Once it was removed, she carelessly flung it in Clark’s direction. It hit him in the chest, but he didn’t so much as flinch. He was watching her, so hungrily, he barely even noticed. “And these are just pointless now.” Lois stripped off her underwear, throwing those at Clark too for good measure. He still didn’t move, but he looked absolutely wild. Feral, even.
Lois smiled at him, a playful spark in her eyes. She stepped up to him, crawling into his lap again, this time straddling his waist. His erection strained harshly against the trunks of his suit, and Lois could tell every muscle in his body was tensed up. His hot breath panted against her face as she came closer, brushing her fingers against his cheeks.
“You’re sorry for breaking my chair, right Clark?” She asked. She tugged on his lower lip as he nodded, quick and frantic.
“Yes, yes, I’m so sorry. And I’m so sorry for-for hovering. Just wanna be good for you, Lois.” Clark felt his eyes cross as Lois leaned even closer, their noses pressing together.
“I think you’ve made it up to me. You’ve been listening so well.” Lois ghosted her lips over Clark’s, and he felt his lips spread into a grin at her words. “Touch me, Clark.”
Clark did not need to be told twice. In an instant, he had grabbed her around the waist, smashed his lips against hers, and had her bare back pinned against the cold glass of his floor to ceiling windows, the darkness of Metropolis at midnight beneath them. Lois gasped into his mouth, but met him just as urgently, kissing him back hard and pulling at his curls. She arched into him, relieved to finally feel him all over her. Her pussy throbbed, both from her orgasm a few minutes ago, and from the pressing need to be filled by him.
Clark pulled away from her lips, just so he could press messy, wet kisses down her neck. “Do you have any idea how crazy you make me?” One of Clark’s hands squeezed Lois’ ass, keeping her in place, while his other reached down to where the bottom and top halves of his suit met. “Not being able to touch you… that was the worst torture of my life.”
Lois groaned and rolled her eyes, grinding herself against him. “Oh please, you’ve endured worse.”
Clark shook his head, sucking a mark into Lois’ throat as he freed his aching, red cock. “Nothing is worse than having you right here in front of me and not being able to have my hands on you.”
Lois’ retort died out and turned into a drawn-out groan as Clark wasted no time, sinking into her dripping pussy. Lois’ nails dug into his shoulders and her back arched, bringing Clark’s focus to her breasts against his chest. He used a hand to cup one, squeezing it in his palm as he stretched her out, filling her up to the brim.
“S-So fuck me, Clark,” she finally managed to stutter, gasping for breath. Her cunt felt so full, it was like her lungs couldn’t expand enough. She looked at him with hooded eyes, dark with pleasure. “Make me feel how much you want me.”
Clark immediately pulled most of the way out before sinking back inside her, both of them moaning in unison. One arm securely around her waist, the other hand pinching her nipple, he kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth at the same time he started fucking her against the window. Lois didn’t just sit back and take it; she used all the strength she could muster to meet his thrusts, grinding herself against the base of his cock every time he filled her.
Lois felt overwhelmed in the best way. She felt completely vulnerable, too. Naked against the window, being fucked by Superman, still in his full suit. His huge frame enveloped her, closing out the rest of the world from her senses. She didn’t care about the people living their lives on the streets below her. She didn’t care about anything, right now, but the feeling of Clark’s cock dragging against her pulsing walls, how she could feel her wetness coating the both of them from how much pleasure he gave her.
Clark felt absolutely crazed. He pounded into her, as hard as he could without any chance of hurting her, desperate to make her feel good. He loved the way Lois didn’t seem to know where to settle her hands, going from grabbing his shoulders, his neck, his hair. Sometimes cupping his face, bringing him down to her so she could kiss him. He smiled every time she did, relishing in the taste of her tongue in his mouth. He swallowed every sound she made, every moan that left her lips as his cock filled her. He squeezed her breast one more time before releasing it, snaking that hand down to her clit, rubbing tight circles against it. “I love you,” he whispered into her mouth.
Lois couldn’t respond, her mouth dropped open and her eyes squeezed shut, completely overtaken by the fire coursing through her. Clark kept messily kissing her, and she did her best to kiss him back the best she could. Her hand on the back of his head pushed him against her, and she felt him touching every inch of her. The material of his suit rubbed against her sensitive skin, her nipples catching against it in a painfully pleasurable way. Her back, slick with sweat, slid against the window behind her, now warm from her body heat despite the cool air outside.
It didn’t take long for both of them to hit their finishes. As soon as Lois clenched around him, her pussy spasming and leaking with her cum, Clark came too. He filled her cunt full, continuing a couple sloppy thrusts to make sure his cum hit everywhere inside her, just the way he knows she likes. He pulled out a little, smearing some cum into her clit with his fingers, making Lois shudder and whine at the shocks the action caused.
They panted against each other for a minute, catching their breaths. Eventually, they both opened their eyes, meeting each other’s glances and breaking out into giggles. Clark kissed her, sweet and soft, and Lois hummed against his lips, holding his jaw in her hands. “I love you, too,” she whispered, eyes shining. Clark grinned and kissed her again.
He carried her back to the chair, plopping down on it with her in his lap. They continued making out, slow and lazy, for a little while, until Lois pulled away to lean against his shoulder, hugging him tightly as she yawned against his neck. Clark rubbed his hands over her back. “I really will buy you a new chair, I promise,” he spoke up.
“Yeah, you fucking better. And don’t break any more of my furniture.”
“If that torture is the punishment I get for it, trust me, I won’t be.”
Lois laughed, lifting her head and pecking his lips again. “Take me to bed, Superman.”
Clark gave her another one of his signature lopsided grins. “Yes, Miss Lane.”