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You hum as you flip the page in your book, sitting at the kitchen table, all dolled up for date night. Luckily, Lois was available and more than happy to take her goddaughter for the evening. Clark insisted that he'd drop her off at Lois's apartment so that you could have a little extra time to relax and get ready for tonight.
Suddenly, there's a knock at the front door, and you startle, almost dropping your book. Your eyebrows furrow as you get up and grab the baseball bat that you have hidden just in case...even though you live in the suburbs now, one can never be too safe.
The bat is held up as you make your approach to the door, and you flick the lock, taking a deep breath. You yank it open and get ready to swing, but Clark quickly holds his hands up, ducking slightly.
"It's me, sweetheart!" he says quickly. "It's me...gosh."
"Oh, sorry, honey," you say, quickly setting the bat aside. "Sorry."
He lets out a soft breath, then holds up a bouquet of red roses, smiling.
"For you, milady," he says in a comical, exaggerated voice. "I have come to pick you up for our date."
You chuckle, taking the roses.
"You know we're already married, right?"
"Why does that matter? Just because we're married doesn't mean I should be putting in any less effort."
Clark's pure and somewhat simplistic view of the world is one of the things you love most about him. It's so incredibly endearing. You smile and tug at his tie, pulling him in for a kiss.
"I love you."
He grins and wraps an arm around you, stepping into the house a bit, his lips never leaving yours.
"I love you more. Now c'mon, I'll put your flowers in a vase while you head out to the car. We've got dinner reservations at seven."
When you turn around to head out, he can't help but give your ass a little teasing squeeze. He just loves seeing you all dressed up and tends to have a hard time keeping his hands to himself around you.
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Clark's hand hasn't left your thigh pretty much all night, resting comfortably as the two of you eat your dinner and talk. It's so nice to get out of the house and have a nice meal together as a couple. For both you and Clark, it has always been important to remain a couple and not let parenthood consume your whole lives. You love your baby girl so much, but you were a married couple first, and that's important to maintain.
He looks over at you and smiles as the two of you reminisce about the first ever vacation you took as a couple and how chaotic it was, from the missed flight to the hotel reservation getting lost in the system somehow. Since he's Superman, the missed flight wasn't much of a problem, but you almost ended up without any sort of accommodation for the whole long weekend.
"I think that was the closest I've ever seen you to almost losing it," you say, looking over at him.
"I was pretty upset," he chuckles. "I just wanted everything to be perfect for our first getaway as a couple. I get how stupid that sounds, but it's true."
You smile.
"Well, it wasn't perfect, but neither are we. Neither is anything in our lives, really. What's important is that we ended up in a hotel room, and we made the best of it. I had a wonderful time, I really did."
"We did have a good time, didn't we?" he hums with a smile, giving you a kiss. "And not just during the daytime."
Your lips move with his and your smile widens.
"Mhm, we definitely made some good and unforgettable memories."
The waitress comes over and collects your dinner plates, then gives you the dessert menu to look over. Clark lets you pick, as he usually does, and you put in an order for the brownie sundae along with two espresso martinis. Having the house to yourselves for the night calls for a little extra boost of energy to keep you going.
His hand moves up a bit on your thigh, slipping under the hem of your dress just slightly. You look up at him with a slightly raised brow, a small smile tugging at the corner of your mouth.
"You're lucky this table has a tablecloth," you say, your voice quiet.
He hums, thumb rubbing little circles on the inside of your thigh.
"Trust that I'd be doing this whether or not the tablecloth was covering us, honey. Can't help myself when my wife looks so irresistibly gorgeous tonight."
"You're trouble, you know that?"
Before he can respond, the waitress comes over with the brownie sundae and sets it down in front of you with a kind smile. You both thank her, then eagerly dig into the delicious-looking dessert. The brownie is warm and the ice cream is cold, creating the perfect sensation in your mouth.
Clark feeds you a few bites, and you feed him a few bites. On one of the bites, the ice cream is starting to melt into a liquid, and some of it drips down your chin. He quickly brings his thumb up to wipe it off, and before he can pull away, your lips wrap around his digit.
His eyes widen slightly for a moment, and he grunts quietly, pushing his thumb further into your mouth. He presses the pad of his thumb down against your tongue before pulling it back, shaking his head.
"Naughty."
"Who, me?" you ask teasingly, leaning against him a bit. "I'm perfectly innocent, how dare you accuse me of being naughty?"
On the last bite of the sundae, which you feed to Clark, some of the melted ice cream stays at the corner of his mouth, threatening to drip down his chin.
Before it can, and before he can lick it off, you bring your mouth up and collect it with your tongue, then press your lips to his. He grabs your hip as he hums against your lips, tugging you closer.
"Gosh, you're bad. You're making it hard to keep myself in check."
You smirk.
"What if I don't want you to, hm?"
He shivers at that, looking down at you as he pulls his lips away slightly. The lust and desire in his eyes is undeniable, and it's making your skin feel quite warm. He doesn't say anything, simply waving the waitress over to get the check with a certain eagerness, which makes you smile.
The credit card is handed over immediately before she can even bring the check to the table, and dessert is very quickly finished, with Clark shoveling it into his mouth while you manage to get in a few bites. He does not care anymore, he needs you.
"Meet me at the car in a few minutes, I need to get it ready."
Your eyebrows raise slightly at his words, but before you can question it much further, he slips out of the booth and walks out the doors. If there's one thing you know about your husband, it's that when he gets to the point of being insatiable, nothing's getting in his way.
After a few minutes, you get up and head out to the car, which has conveniently been moved to the much darker back corner of the parking lot. You smirk, knowing what that means.
When you approach and open the passenger side door, you find Clark in the seat already. It's completely reclined and pushed back, and he's already undoing his belt, clearly worked up. His hands instantly grab your hips and carefully pull you onto his lap, quickly shutting the door behind you.
His lips are on you instantly, kissing all along your jaw, then sliding down to do the same to your neck. You tip your head back and sigh, running your hands over his broad chest.
"Mm, Clark..."
He grunts in response, hands resting on your ass, pulling you further onto his lap with a smile against your skin.
"I can't wait," he breathes, pulling the skirt of your dress up. "I have to have you right now."
You nod, running a hand through his hair, pulling his head back so you can kiss him properly. He hums against your lips, kissing you back eagerly, almost desperately.
"Turn around for me," Clark whispers when you pull away. "Hands on the dashboard."
A shiver shoots up your spine as you carefully maneuver yourself into position, now sitting on his lap facing away from him. Your knees are on either side of his thighs, hands planting themselves on the dashboard.
"Clark, people could s-see us like this..."
He gives your ass a squeeze, then a pat, a small smirk on his face.
"That has never bothered you before, sweetheart. Plus, we're far enough in the dark, it'll be fine."
You bite your lip and nod. He knows you so well.
In what feels like forever, even though only about a minute has passed, your panties are pulled to the side and his pants are pulled down. His fingers run through your folds, which are already soaking wet from the teasing at dinner, quickly finding your clit.
You gasp softly when he starts circling your clit, your hips grinding down against him ever so slightly. He smiles and keeps going, his free hand coming down to pull his cock free from his boxers, stroking himself slowly.
"You're already so worked up," he says, cock twitching in his hand. "Mm, I want to be inside of you so badly, honey."
"Please, baby...I need you."
Clark doesn't need to hear anything further, grabbing onto your hip and positioning you appropriately. He notches his head at your entrance, then pulls you down slowly, bringing you down onto his cock with a groan.
"Oh f-fuck," you gasp. "Oh my god..."
His feet are planted on the floor of the car and he starts fucking up into you guiding your hips to meet his pace. He can't stop looking at the sight before him, your ass cheeks jiggling and his cock disappearing into you over and over again. It's intoxicating, really.
"Gosh, you always feel so good," he breathes, biting his bottom lip slightly. "I've missed this so much, missed getting to be inside of you."
He presses on your back, making you arch and allowing him to enter you at a new angle. You whimper when he starts to hit your g-spot, your hips moving back and forth as he moves you up and down.
"C-Clark!"
"That's it, hm? That's the spot?"
You nod, moaning softly. One of his hands comes up and pushes the straps of your dress down, allowing him to yank it down enough to expose your breasts.
His thumb and forefinger quickly find your nipple, squeezing and pinching the hardened nub. Your breath catches at the feeling, which only spurs him on more, soon switching to the other side to give it the same treatment.
"Fuuuuuck...baby," you manage, just barely. "Keep going...need you so badly..."
"I know, honey, you're squeezing me so tight. I'm r-right here, and I don't plan on stopping anytime soon, n-not when you feel this good."
He bucks his hips up faster, the car beginning to rock with the movement. You're panting and gasping with each thrust, starting to ride him.
"Oh C-Clark, I...I'm getting close."
Your eyes widen slightly when his arm wraps around you and his hand slips down between your legs, circling your clit once again. He can feel your hips starting to jerk and your walls clamping down around him, signaling just how close you are.
"I can feel it," he grunts, moving faster. "I can feel you getting even tighter, sweetheart. D-Damn...you're gonna make me come soon if you keep t-this up."
You're moaning in pleasure, on the edge of your climax, and he keeps going, desperate to make you come before he can't hold off anymore. He's truly giving you everything he's got, and when he smacks your ass out of the blue, the sting on your skin sends you over the edge within seconds.
"Fuck, Clark! Ohhh fuck yes!"
Clark pulls you back against his chest, his hand coming up to wrap around your neck to keep you in place as you ride it out. He's not far behind, unable to resist the overwhelming sensation of you flooding and tightening around him.
His head falls back against the seat and he groans loudly, bucking his hips up a few more times, spilling deep inside of you.
"F-Fuuuck, honey...!"
Both of your bodies go limp moments after, chests rising and falling rapidly. Silence lingers between you two as you take a minute to recompose yourselves and bring yourselves back down to Earth.
"God, that was incredible," you breathe, head leaning back on his shoulder. "So good. Was it good for you too, baby?"
He laughs breathily at that.
"Do you I really have to answer that?"
"Sometimes I just like hearing you say it, is that such a crime?"
"It was amazing, honey," he hums. "As it always is with you."
You smile, looking back at him once you sit up.
"You know we're gonna have to air this car out before we go pick our daughter up tomorrow morning, right?"
Clark nods, then shrugs nonchalantly.
"I'm not too worried about it. We'll drive home with the windows open and crack the sunroof overnight. It'll be fine."
"Mm. Well then, you're in charge of making sure the sex smell is resolved by morning," you hum, giving him a kiss. "And if she asks about any kind of smell when we pick her up, you'll be the one to explain it."
Clark gives a little salute before kissing you again.
"Yes, ma'am. I won't let you down."