#⨾ଓ. clark kent babble

[flutterbabee]

Clark was a kind lover and despite his occasional clumsiness he treated you with the upmost care he was caple of. But you'd notice how he'd sometimes hold back, whether it be in a silly game of arm wrestling or him allowing himself to be 'tackled' during your play fights. Most noticeable was during your more intimate nights where you'd remember just how much bigger he was than you.

Clark's undressing and you could see the overwheling strength lying underneath his clothes. Watching the movement of the lamp light over his body and the shadows that filled his corners and recesses. When he'd take his time stripping you down and slipping off your clothes piece by piece and you're so close you can feel his cool exhales on your bare skin and you were certain you heard his heartbeat.

It was all so gentle when he'd put his palm to the middle of your back to turn you on your stomach and how the bed would sink underneath the sheer mass of him as he came up behind you. Just feeling him above you, holding himself up as not to put his full weight on you while he laid his large thighs over yours. Clark's gentle in how he starts to kiss your shoulder blands, lighting your body up in small tingles as he goes down your spine.

He'd move his hips into you at a slower pace because he wants to keep you comfortable and safe. You could tell he wanted more, that he wanted to be a little less careful but he'd continue to poorly mask his gruffs by kissing into your neck. And despite his best attempts he could never hold out for long, sooner or later he'd be moving more sloppily but each thrust of his cock into your sopping hole left you breathless. He's digging his mouth even deeper into your neck, talking about how good you felt and that he couldn't get enough of your body. His sucking deep purple and reddish marks left on your skin and you'd buck each time the points of his teeth grazed against a particularly sensitive spot.

Clark lost himself each and every time in your cunt and the room filled with the squeaks of the bed and his groans. You were even more desperate than he was, the sound of your own squeals and pleads for that sweet release coated his ear drums like music. He'd listen to every one and he'd learn how to get which pitches and noises out of you. He might even pause for a moment just so he could angle himself in just the right way that'd leave you quivering. Clark absolutely adored feeling you cream on his cock and the spasms that your puffy pussy made everytime he pulled another orgasm out of you. Sometimes he'd even forget about his own release, only just barely being able to pull out and decorating your cunt in gooey white strings.

[flutterbabee]

Thinking about how much of an effort Clark would have to make to be extra careful with you. Yeah, growing up in a normal high school, he'd have to learn regardless, but then there's him on the farm, lifting cars and tractors, just picking up and handling what would usually be incredibly heavy things without a second thought. And sometimes the thought to be careful almost escapes him, mostly because he's eager and wants desperately to have you to the fullest. Whether it be him holding your waist a little too tight or how much heavier his body feels when he's drilling you into your mattress. He'll try to cover up these small slips by kissing your neck and jaw, but even then he can't help himself. Eventually those short kisses turn into deep-colored hickeys, but even then, when he's sure he's reached his limit, he somehow pulls through. Sure, you've got a few more purplish marks than usual, and he's splintered the bed' headboard under his hand, but other than that, he's done pretty okay.