*looks into the camera with a look betraying my existential crisis over having written these*

Chapter 1

Lois panted loudly and held onto Clark's neck as she bounced on his lap. He was kneeling with his left arm wrapped around her waist and his other hand cupped under her upper thigh. He snapped his hips up at a rapid pace aided by how slick she was. He breathed through an open mouth as he watched her with the lusty satisfaction of a voyeur.

Suddenly, his right hand grasped her hair and yanked her head back, exposing her neck and breasts, which were slick with sweat. She gasped. He leaned over her and licked the hollow between her clavicles. His hips kept up their exciting rhythm as he kissed and tasted down her chest. He growled and pulled her down so her hips were flusher to his. She cried out and held onto his triceps as her body was shaken by his relentless movements. She moaned, feeling her climax near. She wanted to ride him like before, but she couldn't with her body tilted like it was. She tried to lean forward, but he wouldn't relinquish his grip on her hair.

That wasn't fair; using his strength to get what he wanted. She grabbed his shoulders and tried to pull herself forward, but he wouldn't let her budge.

"Clark!" she whined.

The next thing she knew, she was tumbling backward onto the bed. She bounced slightly as she hit the mattress. She had slipped off of his dick, and his wide form loomed over her in the dark. Her body trembled in nervous anticipation of what he was about to do to her. She waited, but he didn't move.

"Clark?" she said quietly in a high-pitched voice.

She heard him take a deep breath. He quickly entered her again and kissed her. She kissed back eagerly and wrapped her legs around his back, but it was apparent that this was not what he was about to do before. She pulled away.

"What happened?"

He hesitated and sighed.

"I think I might've been about to do something brash."

She grinned.

"I like brash."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't. C'mon, let's start again."

He still didn't get back to where he was before. She understood his concern, but she missed the frenzied passion. Clark was gentle and thoughtful all the time. For once, he had stopped thinking and given himself over to his instincts, and it had been hot as hell. She broke the kiss again.

"Stop thinking," she commanded.

He stopped moving.

"I know, but if I lose control –"

"You won't," she replied emphatically, "Before, that was amazing. It was hot. I trust you."

Clark released another sigh, but a defeated one this time. He started up more forcefully. It wasn't as hard as before, but it was enough to get her to orgasm.