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Clark had waited years for Chloe, and he couldn't wait another minute. He reached down, caught the hem of her skirt in his big hand, and rucked it up. His hand slid up her thigh, and she wiggled against him, her arms tightening around his neck.
Their bodies moved together as smoothly as if their feet were on solid ground, instead of five hundred feet in the air. He pressed up against her, feeling her heat through the thin fabric of her panties, and he felt himself begin to lift toward the sky in an automatic response. He had to struggle to keep his altitude steady, because he suddenly wanted to go straight up.
Her hands began to drift over his shoulders and his back again, and he groaned. He'd dreamed about her hands on him, so many nights, but he'd almost resigned himself to the idea that he'd never feel her touch him again. But her fingers trailed over him, leaving fire in their wake, and he made a little sound of need in his throat and nibbled at her earlobe. He felt her jump, then shiver, and he did it again, letting his tongue trace the contours of her ear, the way he'd always wanted to.
God, she tasted good, so good he couldn't stop his lips and tongue from trailing down across her throat. Her head dropped back in encouragement, and he gave a soft growl of lust and explored her soft, satiny skin.
Her hands continued to touch his back, sliding up under his shirt and caressing him. He unbuttoned her jacket and blouse, pushing them roughly aside, and she shoved his t-shirt up. Suddenly her pliant breasts were pressed up against the hard planes of his chest, her abdomen aligned against his. He could feel the damp moisture of her skin, could feel how soft she was, how perfectly their bodies fit together, and an overpowering wave of lust hit him.
So much lust flooded him that he was forced to admit once again that he’d wanted her very badly, for a long, long time. He’d longed for her for years, but had never quite had the balls to say so. But somewhere deep down, he’d known he couldn’t live without her.
It was just like his ability to fly—somewhere in the depths of his mind, he’d known he could do it, but he just hadn’t possessed the nerve to try. He’d finally just stumbled into flight, almost literally. It had simply been an accident.
And maybe he’d just stumbled into making love to Chloe by accident, too. Maybe it was all an accident, fueled by a red rock he’d inadvertently touched. But he didn’t much care. Because it was a damn good accident.
He’d finally admitted to himself that he wanted her more than anything. He’d finally realized he couldn’t let Jimmy take her away. She was the one woman in the world that mattered to him.
She mattered more than anything.
He held her carefully, cradling her possessively against his chest, and her mouth slid over his throat. Her long blonde hair rippled in the breeze, brushing over his bare skin like a lover’s caress. Then she shoved his t-shirt up further, out of her way, and let her lips touch his shoulder, exploring muscle and bone and sinew. He moaned and shut his eyes, reveling in her kisses, and in the feel of her silken hair against his skin.
Her lips trailed lower, and then her tongue was tracing circles around his nipple, and an incandescent heat burst in him. He gave a long, desperate groan, and once again had to struggle against his instincts, to fight not to rise through the air.
God, it felt so damn good. If she kept that up they’d be in orbit before long.
His head fell back and he groaned, his body twisting in midair. He dropped his hands to her hips again and tugged her against him, rubbing his erection between her thighs again, in a blatantly sexual rhythm. Her skirt was still shoved up around her hips, and there was nothing between them except his jeans and a couple of very thin layers of fabric.
He could feel her heat, could feel that she was already so wet for him that there was a damp patch on the front of his jeans, and his cock gave a shuddering jerk of need as his hips moved urgently against her. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass with gentle roughness, and she shivered despite the warmth of the day.
“Clark.” Her voice was muffled against his chest. “Oh, my God. Why didn’t we ever do this before?”
“Because I’m stupid.”
She laughed suddenly, a happy sound that warmed him more than the summer sunshine. It had been way too long since he’d really heard her laugh, and he suddenly realized how much he’d missed the sound. How much he’d missed her. “Can’t argue that,” she answered, still chuckling, then kissed his chest again.
Her lips fastened around his nipple and sucked, and he cried out in an agony of pleasure and need, moving against her harder. His hands curled around her hips and tore eagerly at her panties, ripping them to shreds. He dropped the fabric, figuring it’d float down to earth eventually.
Her hands reached down between their bodies, unfastened his jeans, and pushed them out of the way, then shoved down his boxers. The warm summer air brushed over him like a caress… or maybe it was the light touch of her fingers. He wasn’t sure, because his eyelashes had fluttered shut, and his head had arched back in response to the pleasure.
He was as totally turned on as he’d ever been in his life. He could feel his swollen cock curving up toward his belly, could feel moisture seeping from the tip in a steady flow. He ached with need and desire… and affection.
He couldn’t wait a second longer, so he positioned himself between her legs and pressed up against her. Her wet, soft flesh felt like fire, like tropical water, like summer sunshine, and he paused there for a moment, drinking in the sensation of her heat burning against the head of his cock, reveling in the sensation of floating in midair with her in his arms.
“Clark,” she whispered. At the strained sound of her voice, he pulled his eyes open and found her looking up at him, her gaze very solemn. “If I took the red K out of your pocket and dropped it… would you regret this?”
He looked back at her steadily. He had no idea if the ring was actually red K or a ruby, but it didn’t matter anymore, because he knew exactly how he felt about her. At last, he knew.
“No,” he answered. “I could never regret this, Chlo.”
His body moved against hers, rubbing against her slick heat, and she closed her eyes and lowered her head again.
“Good,” she whispered, biting gently at his nipple. "Then make love to me."
His hips flexed in an involuntary reaction, and suddenly he was inside her, and it felt so good he had to grit his teeth to hold back a yell. Despite his efforts, a strangled noise escaped him, and he could hear her making soft sounds of pleasure too. His hips pulsed, pushing more deeply into her, and she wrapped herself around him, arms around his shoulders and legs around his thighs.
Her tongue and teeth were still working his nipple, scraping gently over the sensitive flesh, and it was driving him absolutely nuts. He hadn’t had the foggiest idea he’d like that so much. His body flexed and bowed in an automatic response, driving into her hard, withdrawing, and then thrusting again, sinking deeper into her with each thrust.
“God, I hope no one can see us,” she muttered against his chest.
Right now he didn’t care if anyone could see them. He didn’t care about anything except flying high above the earth with Chloe in his arms. This was who he was-- a guy who could fly, and a guy who wanted to make love to Chloe Sullivan more than anything else in the world.
Making love to her in broad daylight, high over the fields of rural Kansas, felt like stepping out of the shadows into bright sunshine.
He whispered her name into her hair. She lifted her head at the sound of her name, and he bent and captured her lips, his tongue driving into her mouth, his kisses as urgent and hot as his lovemaking. She wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to him, and he felt her hot, slick channel spasming around his, felt her body starting to shudder.
He moved even harder, and suddenly she was crying out into his mouth, quivering in the grip of a hard climax. The feel of her body clenching his over and over again drove him to madness, and he sobbed into her mouth as shattering pleasure broke over him. His body thrust frantically into hers, and they rose toward the clouds dotting the blue sky.
Afterward, he dropped his head against her shoulder, holding her tightly in his arms, and they very slowly drifted back down to earth.
Read Chapter 6 here.