Clark's eyes drift shut again when she starts her exploration. There's little tensing this time around and what there is hardly lasts. She's been pressed up against him enough that he's getting used to the contact, but the variances of pressure she's using catch him off guard now and then.

Not that he wants her to stop or hold back. Far from it. His hands stroke along her back in encouragement and occasionally, there's a soft moan when she hits a particularly sensitive spot.