I Must Be Dreaming
“Jarvis, please engage privacy protocols.” Darcy took a deep breath as she put her glasses on the nightstand and sank back into her pillows against her soft headboard. She’d had her third glass of wine, taken an hour long bubble bath, and had her favorite meal of shrimp pasta from that cute little family owned restaurant four blocks away from the tower. She was ready. Or at least she hoped she was.
“Privacy protocols engaged, Miss Lewis. Enjoy your evening.” Jarvis answered softly, and Darcy glanced over at her alarm clock which glowed 11:46 at night. She sighed again, asking herself for the millionth time if she was going insane. She’d been working on this mix cd for a week now, tinkering with it in Tony’s lab for hours on end. When she was finally brave enough to put the little golden disk with the unreadable markings she’d gotten on her last trip to Asgard in the center of the CD, she remembered calling herself fucking nuts. The lady scientists there told her it was one of Asgard’s most coveted musical devices favored amongst the women, but they wouldn’t explain why. And Darcy thought no big deal, she’d never been one to back down from a challenge, and decided ‘fuck it’. What’s the worst that could happen? So when she got home, she fired up her ITUNES and made the playlist of a lifetime. The instant she finished editing the list, she knew she’d made one of the greatest sex playlist of all time, she could feel it. Like each of the songs she chose had no chance of not dropping all panties in the vicinity of the speakers. She was actually a little proud.
So the plan? Take a long bath to wrap her head around what she was about to attempt, have herself a whole bottle of liquid courage and then some, and try out this nifty contraption she’d created with a little help from Asgardian magic. She had no idea what was about to happen, thanks to the vague ladies of Asgard (fuck you guys, very much).
She grabbed the remote control for her lights and lowered them to a setting she only reserved for sexy times. She’d lit candles all over the room, creating a comforting and romantic glow all over. She then picked up the remote to her stereo (so sue her, she still has one damn it) on her dresser across the bedroom and pressed play for the CD to start. At the very last second she decided to hit random, so that the song selection would surprise her.
The sweet tones of track number 4 filled the room and Darcy waited on baited breath. She recognized the song instantly, as the drum beat filled the room. The intro seemed extended for some reason, going on longer and longer. After a few moments, Darcy sighed, realizing nothing was going to happen and she had finally gone insane. Just as she was about to get up and call the whole thing off, she saw a flicker of light near her speakers. She froze and looked around the room, wondering what it was. When she looked back over at the speakers, she saw it again. It kept flashing, and she was just about to start panicking.
Soon the bright white flashes became a steady beam of light, almost like a laser. The stream split in two, and then again, and again, and Darcy could not believe what was happening in front of her.
Right in front of her eyes, the beams of light began to form a shape, as if they were creating a hologram. From the ground up, she could see a person taking shape. “What in the actual ever loving fuck…” She said softly, amazed at what she was witnessing. Slowly she watched as two bare feet materialized on the floor from the lights in her speakers, connecting to some serious calf muscles, and then some damn fine thighs. The thighs were thick and muscular, definitely belonging to a man.
Darcy hopped off her bed and ran over, trying to view what was happening from all angles. The shape was three dimensional, and now forming a very beautifully fit and tight ass. She glanced around the front and saw a SERIOUS package. This was a male, through and through. And he was beginning to look like the Greek gods formed him out of clay. She was so speechless, she had no idea what to do. Cautiously, she ran her hand in front of one of the beams of light, and it seemed to pass through her hand to continue shaping the form in front of her. “You’ve got to be shitting me!” She said out loud, still in shock. She tentatively went to gently poke the shape, and she actually felt something. It was warm to the touch, and a little soft, not quite whole or finished yet.
As the music played on repeat, she slowly walked back over to her bed and sat down, not blinking and not once taking her eyes off of what was happening a few feet from her bed. Slowly the form took shape higher and higher, creating an incredible set of abs. Like seriously, these abs were worship-worthy. She rubbed her eyes, still having a hard time believing this was real. She slowly shifted herself back to the center of the bed. She knew those abs, but where did she know them from?
The form continued materializing, as strong pecs started to shape and some serious arms. She realized, with a startling thought, that the man was tall. Even on her tall bed, she craned her neck a little to watch as a sturdy neck began to take shape. She could swear he was almost as tall as…
Oh my Thor. It was Steve. Steve Rogers, Captain Fucking America, in all his naked glory, standing in her bedroom. Darcy absentmindedly reached up to her lip to wipe away a little drool. There he was, all 6’2 of his amazingness, smiling that mischievous little smile at her the same way he did whenever she caught him trolling someone. His pupils were fully blown out in what she could only assume was arousal, leaving no traces of that brilliant shade of blue that she had grown to secretly love. So she was harboring a crush for America’s golden boy, who in their right mind wouldn’t be?
But he was looking at her that way. A look that the real Steve had never once cared to give her. His gaze was hungry…almost starving. Her body immediately reacted as she felt heat pooling in the bottom of her stomach.
“I should probably do something or call someone…” Darcy thought briefly, her responsible mind considering the fact that this apparition of Steve could be dangerous. Darcy’s eyes quickly darted around the room, giving her only a second’s worth of coherency. She noticed nothing in the room was levitating, no strange gusts of wind suddenly happened, everything was pretty much the way it had been a few minutes ago before Naked Steve appeared. The candles were still burning and smelled lovely, and she could faintly hear the music still playing out of the speakers, still playing the intro to the song in a loop as if the lyrics hadn’t started yet.
The second her gaze met his again though, it was over. The look he was giving her went right to her core. She knew she was stuck and she wasn’t going anywhere. He’d finished taking form, ending the beams of lights from her speakers, and no longer did he appear transparent. He looked solid and real, his skin looked slightly flushed, and he licked his full pink lips at her. Shit, that look went straight down to her lady parts. She was done for. Had she not seen the blank space where he had been standing, she would’ve sworn Steve was very real and very naked standing across the room from her.
For the final time the intro played, and Steve slowly stalked over to the foot of her bed. When the lyrics began, he began to sing along with them, completing one of Darcy’s favorite fantasies.
“Climb on board
We'll go slow and high tempo
Light and dark
Hold me hard and mellow”
With each step he took toward her with his sultry smile she heard the floorboards creak, meaning he had weight. “I’m dreaming…” She whispered, still frozen in shock. “Not dreaming, Ms. Lewis.” He answered between lyrics, in the same respectfully polite tone he often speaks to her with. It was his voice. It was STEVE’S voice. She repeated at full volume in her mind, WHAT THE FUCK WAS GOING ON?
He slowly began to crawl up the foot of her bed towards her, making his shoulder and arm muscles look absolutely delicious and awesome. When he reached her legs, newly shaved and smooth, he ran his hand along them as he continued to sing.
“I'm seeing the pain, seeing the pleasure
Nobody but you, 'body but me, 'body but us
Bodies together”
Darcy’s mind was short circuiting, his touch felt real. It was warm, and his hand was rough and calloused, just the way she’d imagined it would be from handling the shield all the time. “Darcy, I’d like to touch you. Can I touch you?” He asked, looking up at her with an expression that was the perfect mixture of lust and hope, and all she could do was nod her agreement. His touch became more determined as he moved up the bed, and she slowly leaned back against her pillows as he was looming above her. He slid his body next to hers, laying on his side propped up on his arm, and he let his free hand explore her. Sensually he ran his hands along her thighs, her curves, and over her stomach. The heat she felt inside her had grown to a flame, making every inch of her warm for his touch. Her skin felt electrified under his fingertips, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “Darcy I want to kiss you…” He said as his eyes trailed his hand, running over the heaving peaks of her chest. She could feel his heat surrounding her, penetrating through the lacy fabric of her bra.
Feeling like she was about to burst, Darcy leaned up and kissed his full lips. She couldn’t really describe what the kiss felt like. His lips were soft yet a little chapped, the way she imagined they would be. She reached a hand up to his cheek, to feel the stubble that the real Steve had been growing out for a few days. She felt fireworks, and it was incredible and indescribable at the same time. He slowly shifted so he was laying on top of her, never breaking their passionate kiss. All at once, she felt his tongue swipe her lip in permission, at the same time she felt his hand travel down her waist to cup her ass. She opened her mouth in invitation, and he explored her mouth as his hands reacquainted themselves with her curves. She nibbled at his bottom lip as she felt his hands travel down her thighs, to hike up her legs. As she wrapped her legs around him, he started to trail kisses down her neck. She ran her fingers through his soft blond hair as he sucked on her pulse point, driving her crazy.
“You have no idea how often I think about doing this Darce…” He said against her skin, after stealing a swipe at her skin with his tongue. Darcy giggled, something she couldn’t recall doing since she let her first boyfriend get to second base senior year. “You have no idea how often I touch myself thinking about you,” She replied, feeling brave enough to be honest. “Seriously, you have a starring role in all of my spank bank material.” She could feel him smile against her collarbone and then nibble at it. He continued south, stopping to remove her bra.
“Pillow talk
My enemy, my ally
Prisoners
Then we're free, it's a thriller”
He continued to sing against her skin, in a way that was not cheesy or lame, but god damn was it sexy as fuck. He took a minute to take in the sight before him, and he noticed the exact moment she started to feel self-conscious. She slowly brought her hands up to cover her ample chest, but he grabbed both her hands to bring them to his lips. “Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are?” He whispered and kissed each of her fingers. She could feel her blush traveling down her neck, and couldn’t stop it. “I have no idea how to respond to that and not answer sarcastically.” She said truthfully.
“Darcy…I wish I could spend every minute of my day showing you how gorgeous you are…inside and out.” He whispered looking directly in her eyes, and for a second time she felt completely frozen. He kissed his way back down her arms to her chest, finally grabbing it both hands. He kissed the top of the swell, as his nimble fingers played with her nipples. His eyes grew darker with lust as he watched her bite her bottom lip. She moaned suddenly, when she felt his wet mouth wrap around one of her nipples. The other was by no means left unattended, as his other hand continued to play and squeeze. He switched, and she felt like she would explode. She was no stranger to guys playing with the girls, but never had they given much attention past reverting back to their thirteen-year-old selves playing with their first set of boobs like balloons. No one had ever made her feel this good.
Just when she thought she would go over the edge, he started kissing down the center of her chest going lower, until he reached her underwear. Yet again, insecurity reared its ugly head when she felt him placing sweet kisses against her soft belly below her belly button, but if he was repulsed he never let on. Once again, she asked herself if she was dreaming and he replied with soft chuckle. “Again, no Darcy you are not dreaming.” He said sweetly.
She lifted her hips as he slid her lacy panties off and threw them behind him, and lowered himself down between her legs. He kissed and nibbled at the inside of her thighs as his strong hands gripped them, and she blinked again to make sure what she was seeing was real. He met her gaze again with a smile, as he sang along again with the song lyrics while kissing away at her thighs.
“So we'll piss off the neighbors
In the place that feels the tears
The place to lose your fears
Yeah, reckless behavior
A place that is so pure, so dirty and raw”
He began to suck and lick her right thigh, marking her and making her moan out of control. “Tell me where you want me, Darce.” He said, his voice thick with lust. She looked down at him, and felt trapped in his gaze once more. “Jesus Christ,” She whispered, feeling breathless at the sight. “I go by Steve these days, ma’am.” He said cheekily, and she giggled again like she did in high school years ago. “Please Steve…” she said breathily. “Please what, Darce…I need to hear you say it.” He mouthed at the mark he’d just left, driving her crazy. “Please put your mouth on me.” She begged, still having a hard time believing the voice she was hearing was hers.
She could swear she heard him growl in excitement, right before he went at her like his life depended on it. He licked a long stripe all the way up her pussy, flicking his tongue at her clit and the end. With more determination, his tongue penetrated her lips, diving in to taste her. Over and over, he licked deeper inside her to get a better taste of her. His tongue started circle her clit, and she moaned loudly over the music. His name was a prayer on her lips, chanting it over and over while he fanned the fire building inside her. If his touch felt electric, his tongue inside her felt like it was setting all her nerves on fire with ecstasy. As he started to fuck her with his tongue, his large hands wrapped around to hold her hips down. Her back arched under his ministrations, and she felt like she was falling. “So close Steve…please baby, I need more…” She begged, giving herself a mental pat on the back for sounding like a sexy porn star and not cheesy.
“Tell me what you want doll, I need to hear you say it.” He reminded her, and she sighed in frustration. She felt her cheeks warm as she met his gaze again. “I need to feel you inside me.”
She felt his tongue going back to work with more fervor this time, and his fingers sliding into her wet channel. Twisting and curling, she felt his fingers brushing against her spot while his tongue flicked her clit. Her eyes squeezed shut as she pulled his hair, feeling him moan into her at the sensation. She felt his mouth leave her and whined at the loss. “Open your eyes. I want to see you.” He said against her, his voice rough. At once her eyes popped open, and she was pinned in his stare. He picked up where he left off, and Darcy felt herself go over the edge. As her orgasm washed over her, wave after wave, she felt electrified all over. Her skin warmed and tingled, driving her senses to overload in bliss.
She cried his name to the heavens, her body shaking as she came down, and tears forming in her eyes. When he rose, his face was glistening with the juices, and his smile was smug. He ran a hand down his face as she yanked him down to kiss her. She pushed her tongue in his mouth, tasting herself on his lips, and it made her even hungrier for him. When they finally parted, she was breathless. “Please Steve, I need you…all of you.” She begged.
He searched her eyes one last time for any hint of doubt, and found none. He pulled her in to kiss her even more passionately than before, and reached down between them to guide himself into her. She was dripping, so he slid into her fully with one stroke. Frozen, they stayed embraced as they absorbed all the emotions and sensations they were experiencing. Darcy felt even warmer, having him inside her made her feel filled but also warmed from the inside. Her walls were already contracting at the marvelous feeling. This Steve had by far, ruined her for other men. Perhaps even the real Steve.
But God, she hoped not.
She rocked her hips into him as a sign it was okay to move. Slowly, he worked himself in and out of her, building up a deliciously slow tempo. Her lips met with his, sucking on his top lip, making him moan as he made his strokes deeper. His hands grabbed hers from around his neck, and moved them up above her head. He kept them pinned there, his fingers laced in hers, as he picked up the pace. Harder he pumped into her, making her moan all her dirty words into his kiss. “Please Steve…” she begged again, too delirious to verbalize what she was asking for, just knowing she needed more. He sucked her bottom lip one last time, making it pop as he pulled away from her. He brought his knees up so he was sitting on his feet, and wrapped his hands around her waist. With a yank that excited her and make her scream out, he pulled her up onto his lap changing the angle.
With her head still on the pillows, hair splayed out around her like a dark halo, she placed her hands on his as they gripped her hips. His hands tightened as he drove into her, unrelentingly making her cry out. “God Darcy, you drive me fucking crazy.” He ground out through gritted teeth. “So fucking beautiful…tits bouncing…” He spoke nonsense, losing himself in her. He stilled for a minute to pull her up so she was fully seated in his lap. She giggled at the surprise of it, and wrapped her legs and arms around him. Her lips met his again, and he wrapped both his strong arms around her. He ground her down onto his cock, and she gave as good as she got. The friction was intense, and the tension was building up inside her again. “Steve…I’m gonna…” She screamed, unable to form intelligible sentences. “Cum for me Darcy…I’m right there with you, so beautiful when you cum for me babe.” He said directly into her ear, pushing her over the edge. She moaned his name again, throwing her head back as she felt his embrace tighten while the flood washed over her. He bit her shoulder as he came, rocking her against him as she milked him dry. He could feel her squeezing him and he shuddered over and over.
He kissed her, stealing her breath away as he gently laid her back down on the bed. They kissed lazily for a few moments, until he slid off of her and cuddled up behind her. She felt whole and sated, and he wrapped his arm around her. “You’re amazing, Darcy.” He said into her ear and kissed it. No longer hearing her blood rushing in her ears, she became to take in her surroundings. She felt his body behind hers, pulling her close, as the music playing in the room came to a close. As her eyes started to close, she heard him singing softly to her as she fell asleep.
“I'd love to hold you close, tonight and always
I'd love to wake up next to you
I'd love to hold you close, tonight and always
I'd love to wake up next to you..."
TO BE CONTINUED...