Phoebe Apollonia

Neck. Shoulder. Collarbone. He left kisses while slowly travelling down your body. When he reached your bellybutton you stopped him. 

“Hey, Clark? I was thinking… Could we try something new this time…?”

“Yeah, sure honey!” he said in his typical giddy tone, only a little more breathy than usual.

You thought back to a conversation you’d had with your best friend, Lois, about sex, specifically positions. She had mentioned, or rather bragged, that the guy she was seeing currently, had taken her in every which way she could think of, and almost every surface of her apartment. You however were stuck with Clark Kent. Well, it’s not that you were stuck with him, he was a sweet guy and all, he was just rather… vanilla. You didn’t think there was anything wrong with that, per se, it was just easy to conflate vanilla with, well, boring. So you had made it your mission to spice up your, although young, very monotonous sex life. 

And so you proposed the idea: “I was thinking… since you’re superman and all…” you grew a devious smirk and waited a second to pulse his reaction. He simply smiled and waited, so you continued, “do you think we could maybe have sex… while flying?” 

He laughed, blush covering his cheeks, “don’t tell me you’re getting bored of me already, sweetheart” there was that slight cockiness that you didn’t experience during office hours. There was him. 

“No, no, not at all I was just thinking-” you rushed but he interrupted you with a chuckle

“I’m kidding, of course we can try that, honey” he said and your panic disappeared. You kissed him passionately and started pushing him on his back while straddling him. While you were making out you slowly started feeling weightless. You pulled back to look and had a moment of panic when you noticed how high up you were floating above your bed. You clutched onto him and he reassured you he was holding you tight and that you had nothing to worry about. When you started feeling comfortable enough to move, you kissed him and started grinding against his cock. You moaned into each other's mouths at the light pleasure. Eventually he started inching his hand closer to your core. He rubbed your clit softly and started playing with your entrance. A single finger entered you and started working you open. Then a second finger joined the first as you felt the stretch of his fat digits. After a few moments you became a bit impatient.

“Please, Clark, I need you inside me.” you begged him. 

He replied “but I’m already in you, baby” with that smug look that told you he knew exactly what he was doing. You rolled your eyes at him with a fake air of exasperation.

“You know what I mean, Kent.” He chuckled very lightly again. Then he moved. Very slowly he lined up his tip with your entrance and then he entered you. That familiar stretch you felt in your whole body made you shiver. Sex with Clark might be vanilla but you could never lie and say he wasn’t good in bed. Once you had become used to his length you signaled that it was okay to move. He started thrusting his hips from underneath you while you were laying on top of him, putting all of your bodyweight on him. He didn’t seem bothered by it, after all, he was superman. You pecked his chest while letting out light whimpers. Eventually you started moving in sync with him. Grinding while he pushed into you, you put your hands on his shoulders for support. As your tits were hanging in his face and he took advantage of that and started kissing them. He took your right nipple in his mouth and sucked lightly. You moaned at the feeling and sped up your hips. His left hand, which was situated on your waist to stabilize you started feeling you up. One second it was on your ass, the next it was fondling your breast. Eventually it ended up on your clit. You whined at his magic fingers and started bouncing more excitedly, or at least, as much as you could with your restricted movement. 

“I’m close” you said, it was barely a whisper. 

“Me too. Together?” he asked, and you complied. As you started feeling the first wave of your orgasm, Clark's thrusts became sloppy. He groaned and buried his face in your chest as you buried your hand in his hair, tugging at the roots. You felt his orgasm as much as you felt your own and you felt even more weightless than before. When you got down from your high, Clark started lowering the two of you down to the bed again.

“So, was it everything you’d hoped for?” he asked with a tired but satisfied smile.

“It was amazing” you answered, still catching your breath, “thank you, Clark” you gave him a small peck

“No, thank you, now that we’ve entered the territory of experimentation, I’m looking forward to trying out new things with you.” He could make the most formal and cold sentences somehow sound charming and warm and humble. He kissed the crown of your head and basked in the simmering heat of the moment with you.

You guessed you could now brag to Lois that Clark hadn’t fucked you on any surface at all.