With a disturbing grin spreading across his face, Clark slowly moved his hand toward Lana's lower body.
She was still wearing her sleepwear, so she was covered.
But the fabric did little to hide the fact that she was already aroused.
The moment Clark's hand reached her lower lips, he paused.
Then his first two fingers began rubbing her through the thin fabric.
Lana's body immediately reacted.
"Ohhh…"
A soft groan escaped her lips.
Clark's grin widened.
He continued, slowly at first, teasing her with deliberate movements before giving her a few playful pinches through the fabric.
"Ah… ah… oh…"
Lana jolted and quickly brought one hand toward her mouth, trying to silence herself.
Clark caught her wrist before she could.
"Not so fast."
He pulled her closer and kissed her deeply.
The kiss swallowed the rest of her moans.
What started as a slow kiss quickly became passionate and almost feral.
Lana instinctively wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer as their tongues met.
Clark's hand continued its teasing assault.
Then he slipped his hand beneath the waistband of her shorts.
He paused.
His eyebrows rose.
Lana wasn't wearing anything underneath.
No Panty.
A dark, amused chuckle escaped him.
"Hehehe…"
Lana's face immediately reddened.
"S-shut up pervert…"
Clark only smiled against her lips.
His fingers moved farther, finding her warm, sensitive skin.
The moisture there was unmistakable.
Clark slowly pulled away from the kiss, leaning toward her ear.
"My, my, Miss Lang," he whispered. "I didn't know you were this wet for me."
Lana's eyes widened.
Before she could answer, Clark kissed her again.
His fingers continued moving with slow, deliberate precision.
Lana's body tensed beneath him.
Then relaxed.
Then tensed again.
Her fingers tightened around his shoulders as another quiet moan escaped into his mouth.
"Mmmm… Clark…"
He kept teasing her, never rushing.
Every movement seemed calculated to push her closer to the edge.
Then, Clark's fingers paused on her lower lips.
He used his two fingers to widen her lower lips
After that slow widening, he plunged his middle finger into her wet cave.
"MMMMMHHH,"
A strong reaction came out of Lana as the red head moaned her lungs out.
She arched her back slightly, her breathing becoming increasingly uneven.
But Clark once more pressed her down.
He noticed every reaction.
Every shiver.
Every gasp.
Every time his fingers dived inside of her, her reaction was nothing short of a dance in front of him.
He smiled.
"You like that?"
Lana could barely answer.
"D-don't…"
"That's not what your body is saying."
"Asshole…"
The insult came out breathlessly, without any real conviction.
Clark chuckled.
He continued until Lana was trembling beneath him.
Her breathing became ragged, and she buried her face against his shoulder, desperately trying to regain control.
"Clark…..please."
Her voice was barely more than a whisper.
He slowed.
Then teased her again.
Lana's entire body jolted.
"Oh, fuck…"
She immediately covered her mouth.
Clark laughed softly.
"There she is."
"Shut up…"
"Make me."
Lana glared at him through half-lidded eyes.
Then she pulled him into another kiss.
For several moments, neither of them spoke.
Only their uneven breathing filled the room.
Eventually, Lana's restraint finally broke.
Her body shuddered intensely as she climaxed, her hands gripping Clark tightly.
"C-Clark, I-I…"
She couldn't even finish her sentence as an intense orgasm hit her, making her squirt in her shorts and drenching them up.
Her entire body went limp afterward.
"Hah, hah, hah."
She lay there breathing heavily, her cheeks flushed, her hair messy, and tears gathering at the corners of her eyes from the overwhelming sensation.
Clark slowly withdrew his squirt drenched hand.
He looked at her.
Lana looked back.
For several seconds, neither said anything.
Then Clark gave her a smug grin.
"You look like you just ran a marathon."
Lana stared at him.
"Fuck you."
"Hahahaha."
He laughed.
She tried to catch her breath.
"Seriously, Clark…"
"What?"
"You're such a fucking asshole."
"And yet…"
He leaned closer.
"You're still holding onto me."
Lana looked down.
She was.
Her arms were still wrapped around him.
She immediately released him.
"Shut up."
Clark chuckled.
He then looked back at his drenched hand, soaked in her juice.
He brought his hand closer to his mouth and—
Slurp, umm, lick.
He slowly began to lick his finger as if he was tasting honey.
"Hmm, delicious," he commented.
Lana's entire body burned up, her jaw nearly dropped as she witnessed such a lewd scene unfolding before her.
'What the fuck!'
She muttered, unable to wrap her head around the fact that her boyfriend was licking her cums.
His eyes then shifted towards her with that same infuriating grin.
He extended his drenched hand towards her.
"Wanna lick it?"
He asked with such innocence that it was beyond comprehension for Lana's mortal mind.
"Just what the actual fuck is wrong with you?"
She hissed at Clark.
Clark laughed again as he continued his licking.
He finally licked clean his hand as if he was a bear that was licking and chewing his palm that was covered in honey.
"Um, Ah. delicious," Clark finished.
He finished his lewd work in front of Lana who barely contained herself from exploding in shame.
But dear old Clark was not done yet.
His expression shifted as he glanced downward.
There was a tent in his pants, thanks to the throbbing cock he was packing down under.
The outline beneath his pants was impossible to miss.
Lana noticed it too.
Her eyes widened.
"Oh…"
Clark sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.
"Yeah."
He looked mildly annoyed.
"This is becoming a problem."
Lana's eyes drifted toward him again.
Without thinking, she reached down to touch that throbbing hot organic rod.
Clark caught her wrist immediately.
His expression became serious.
"What do you think you're doing?"
Lana froze.
"S-sorry."
She looked embarrassed.
"It looked uncomfortable, so I thought I could…"
She trailed off.
Clark stared at her for a moment before his expression softened.
He extended his hand to gently caress her cheek and then her lips.
"Of course I need your help."
Lana blinked.
"But…"
Clark glanced around the room.
"The place isn't exactly ideal."
It took Lana a moment to understand.
Then she looked around.
The bed.
The room.
The house.
Her face turned bright red.
"Oh, God…"
She buried her face in her hands.
"We're guests here."
"Yep."
"And we just…"
"Yep."
"In someone else's bed."
"Also yep."
Lana groaned.
"Oh my God, I'm never coming back to this room. I don't think I would be able live properly again with this in my conscious"
Clark laughed.
"Then let's go somewhere else."
"Huh?"
Before Lana could ask what he meant, Clark slipped one arm beneath her knees and the other around her back.
He lifted her effortlessly into a princess carry.
"Kyaa—Clark!"
With a cute yelp, she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
Clark stood on the bed, carrying her as though she weighed nothing.
"Relax, red."
"Relax?! You're carrying me around like some damn princess!"
"You are my princess."
Lana's angry expression faltered.
Her cheeks turned even redder.
"You're an idiot."
"Damn right I am."
He walked toward the window.
Lana suddenly realized where they were going.
"Wait…"
Clark opened the window.
A cool nighttime breeze swept into the room.
Lana stared at him.
"Clark…"
He looked at her with a mischievous grin.
"Buckle up, Red."
"What does that—"
Before she could finish, Clark jumped.
Lana screamed.
"CLARK!"
She immediately clung to him.
Her arms tightened around his neck, her face buried against his shoulder.
Then she realized they weren't falling.
Nope, not at all.
They were rising.
Clark's body had already begun to lift into the night sky.
The wind rushed around them as he flew higher, carrying Lana effortlessly in his arms.
For several seconds, Lana couldn't speak.
She simply held him.
The lights of the house disappeared beneath them as the darkness of the sky opened above.
Clark glanced down at her.
"You okay?"
Lana slowly lifted her head.
Her hair whipped wildly in the wind.
"You fucking asshole."
Clark grinned.
"Your scream was so cute you know."
"You jumped out of a fucking window!"
"Dyh, obviously I would jump. Don't you know I can fly?"
"That's not the point here!"
He laughed again.
Despite herself, Lana began laughing too.
She tightened her arms around him again and rested her head against his chest.
The embarrassment from moments ago slowly faded.
Below them, the world became smaller.
Above them, the stars stretched endlessly across the sky.
Clark looked toward the horizon.
"So…"
Lana glanced up.
"So what?"
"Where do you want to go?"
She thought for a moment.
Then a mischievous smile slowly appeared on her face.
"Somewhere private."
Clark's eyebrows rose.
"Oh?"
Lana poked his chest.
"Don't make me regret saying that."
His grin returned.
"I wouldn't dream of it, M'lady."
"Ugh, that was so corny," she muttered while Clark amused at her reaction.
And with that, Clark accelerated into the darkness, carrying Lana deeper into the night.