Stormii

You two were doing missionary when he gripped the sides of your stomach, moving to pull out of you. You were about to protest the feeling of his cock leaving you, when he's pressing you onto your stomach, one large hand resting on your shoulder as he helps you get comfortable.

"Sorry, pretty baby. I should've warned you." His southern drawl subtly makes a appearance when he said the sixth word. His fingers rub your back. "Is this okay with you?" He opens his eyes better to see you in the darkness. You nodded slowly, a soft murmur of approval leaving your mouth. "Thank you, thank you." He leaned down to press kisses on your nape. "You're so pretty.." His left hand moved to your lower back, giving your ass the gentlest squeeze, nearly making you giggle. He was a giant of a man, yet it seems he's horrified of being too rough with you. Looks like decades of his Ma's manners and his Pa's discipline never fails to remind him how to treat a lady. His lady.

His hands move to your shoulders, rubbing the muscles as he pressed pecks to your hairline, tracing kisses down to your nape again. "You smell so good." He murmurs, taking a deep inhale before shakily exhaling. Rao forgive him for the way he worships your form. He's smiling again, that bright, strong smile of the most popular known hero of this planet. That smile that says that 'everything will be okay'.

His hands are raising your hips, letting your skin fill his large palms. It's so sweet that it catches you off guard when his huge cock slides into you. You couldn't stop the gasp of surprise, back involuntarily arching. Clark groans, forehead falling to the back of your shoulder. "Rao damn it, you're tighter every time-" His voice breaks as he moans again, slowly bottoming out. You feel his thick balls against your thighs as the large head of him shoves and pushes against your cervix in the best way possible.

Your hands clutch and claw your pillow, sighs and shaky moans leaving you. It's like you just didn't know what to do with all of this ecstasy. It's incredible how he makes you feel this way every goddamn time you two make love.

"Please, pretty baby. Please, please tell me you're ready for me to move." The man of steel is begging, pleading with you as he moves to intertwine your hands with his, groaning into your hair. He sighs, enjoying the warm gummy feeling of your walls around him. He could feel you squeezing him, as if begging for more but at the same time begging for less. "Please. Love you so much." He kisses your scalp.

When you nod, he smiles in relief. "Finally--" He cuts himself off with a sharp thrust, the noise echoing in your shared bedroom. He released your hands to grip the sheets so that he could thrust easier.

The gasps were leaving you on autopilot, every slow drag of his cock making your eyes flit to the ceiling a few times. You timidly raise your ass, and he grunts as he leans up to hold your hips, moving with reckless abandon. His cock is hitting the perfect spots inside of you, and your walls are pressing into the right spots for him. He's grunting and groaning; panting as he really lets loose and starts fucking into you. Curses of pleasure leave you helplessly, your hands grasping at the sheets as you back your ass up to meet his thrusts. He groans in appreciation. "Damn!" He stammered, eyes screwing shut as his cock begans to ram into you not faster, but a lot harder. Cries of his name leave you, along with babbles of praise and love. His declarations of love for you are powerful in the way his balls slap against your ass and thighs as he presses his chest against your back, arms circling around you to hug you close. "So warm--and soft--" He moans out, harsh pants leaving his lungs. "Baby wait, I'm gonna--" He whispers, pulling your hands and sitting you up so that he can hold you easier from behind.

His large palms grip your wrists from behind as he ruts into you mercilessly, and the moans are nearly obscene now. The noise of your lovemaking is nearly deafening along with the sound of your sweet moans. He could fuck you like this all night, if you had the stamina for it. Your cries of his name get more desperate, your breasts bouncing and hitting against your upper stomach. "Baby--pretty baby please-" He begs, nearly drooling with the pleasure of fucking you after so long at work. He could tell by your walls tightening that you were close. "Baby please--please let me go at this all night--don't wanna stop now-" He whispers. "Oh, Rao, please my baby-Please, I'm not done yet. Just a few more minutes and--and I'm-" His voice breaks as his hips speed up, snapping harder against your ass.

His hands leave your wrists to wrap around your stomach, and then go to paw at your breasts. It only brings him closer, groaning at the feeling of your skin in his hands. "Damn!" Clark grunts, his hips speeding up. He doesn't even realize his hand starts gripping the headboard.

When he comes, it's so perfect. A long, drawn out groan leaves him; and a moan leaves you as well when the knot in your stomach unravels in a perfect burst of your orgasm. "Oh, oh-" He sighs, his seed filling you up so perfectly. He stays inside, sighing and smiling. His eyes slowly open so that his x-ray vision can look between your legs, seeing the head of his large cock shoved against your cervix. A sigh again leaves him, hugging you from behind. His kisses pepper your shoulder. "So good." He beams, kissing your ear a few times. "Fuck, so good. Love it every time." He rubs your tummy from behind. If he presses down, he can feel himself faintly.