Saviors

After our dancing ended and the record stopped playing, Steve lead me over to the couch in his apartment. He fell into it, dragging me behind him and flinging me on top of him.

Making sure I didn’t fall off, he wrapped me up in his arms so that I was even more locked in.

“This must be what it feels like,” Steve said to himself, the phrase begging to be questioned.

“What?” I asked, looking into his bright blue eyes. They were softer than normal and more enticing than ever to look at.

“Heaven,” He said, causing me to make a fake barfing noise.

“That’s so corny Stevie, I don’t know if I can handle it,” I said slipping free from his grasp as I slid away from him on the couch. Mimicking my movements, he sat up as well and laid an arm around my shoulder. I fell into his side, feeling the comfort of his grasp.

“What can I say? This is what you have to expect if you date me,” He said, pulling me in a little closer.

I looked up to him and caught him smiling with his eyes shut for a moment. He opened them up and caught me looking at him, asking, “What?”

“Well, without getting too sappy, you’re looking very handsome tonight,” I said, feeling a blush over my face.

“Me? Nat, I can’t even begin to tell you about how amazing you look! I mean, your hair and that dress...” He said, tilting his head back and resting it on the couch.

I felt a nervousness wash over me, wanting him to continue talking but I knew he wouldn’t unless prompted. He was too courteous to vocalize what he was really thinking. Or at least what I was hoping he was thinking.

“You know,” I said in a quieter voice, leaning into his ear, “I did pick out this dress especially for you.”

I could see his face get redder the longer I spoke.

“Yeah?” He muttered, placing his hand that wasn’t seated on my shoulder on my thigh.

“Yeah,” I teased, “I thought it might elicit a stronger response out of you...”

He took my words as a sign and leaned in for what I thought would be a light kiss. What started as a light kiss quickly turned into something more intense as I felt our tongues slipping occasionally in and out of each others’ mouths. I slid my body over his, straddling him as I placed light kisses across his neck. He took a sharp inhale when I got behind his ear and I could feel a bulge growing beneath me.

“How do you feel about heading towards your bed for the night?” I asked and almost immediately after I finished speaking he scooped me up and rushed towards the bed, dropping me down beneath him as he returned the favor, placing kisses along my neck as one hand trailed beneath the edge of my dress.

I let out a giggle as he continued placing kisses along my neck, “I guess I’ll take that as a yes.”

I instinctively moved towards the buttons of his shirt, “A little warm in here, don’t you think?”

“Hot,” He said taking in a deep inhale, sending me into a frenzy. He continuously feathered kisses along my neck in the meantime. There was something about our sexual encounters that I was still navigating. It seemed like there wasn’t anything that special that we had to do - everything was so sexually charged for each of us.

Steve threw his shirt to the corner of the room and snuck his hands at the zipper of my dress on my upper back, meeting my eyes. I gave him a nod and a slight smile as he began unzipping my dress. With Steve’s help, I slipped out of my dress and saw Steve’s face light up. He threw the slinky dress off the bed and into the same corner his shirt was resting. He scanned over my body and grabbed at my hip more forcibly than before. He kissed my lips again, only this time with more urgency.

“You look so damn good,” He said between kisses.

“How good?” I teased as I whispered in his ear.

“Something tells me you already know,” His voice was low, quiet, and inviting. With one hand resting on the back of my head, under my hair and behind my ear, Steve’s other hand began trailing up my body from my hip until it was resting on my breast, leaving me to let out a soft moan.

He gripped around my breast until I knew he couldn’t take it any more. Moving both hands to the clasp of my bra, within seconds the lacy material was again cast into the corner of the room with all of the other clothing.

“My God,” He said, causing me to let out a giggle. Steve looked over my body again, letting out a smile of his own before going back to kissing me again.

This time, he trailed kisses down my neck and to my exposed breasts, spending a little extra time around the nipples. I felt like I couldn’t control my breathing and I took sharp inhales and deep exhales unevenly as he kissed over my body.

I was always worried that my scars would disgust whatever man or woman I slept with. With Steve though, it didn’t seem to matter. While his super soldier body healed, mine didn’t. His scars were light and small, even though I was there when he received some of them; they certainly would have been deeper and more gnarly than mine.

“Wait,” I said, looking over Steve’s broad build, “Why am I the only one without pants on?”

He let out a light laugh and I moved my hands towards his belt, undoing it slowly and watching Steve’s face grow more and more frustrated with my speed.

“Nat,” He said, half-frustrated, half-laughing, “Too slow.” He brushed my hands away from his waist and undid his belt. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, adding them to the evergrowing pile of clothing in the corner and I nearly gasped at his physique. He was wearing black briefs that fit snugly on his thighs and waist and the size of his erection almost caught me off guard.

It’s bizarre to think that it catches me off guard nearly every time. I mean, while this wasn’t the first time we had been naked around each other (the past few weeks had been a lot of restless nights) I had a feeling this was the night that we were actually going to have sex. I knew Steve was a little more old fashioned than myself, and considering he had told me his feelings tonight, I had a bit more butterflies than normal.

He ran his hands up and down my bare skin, almost as if he was trying to capture as much of me as possible. At least, that was all I could assume considering I couldn’t help but do the same thing.

I ran my hands to his erection, gripping the base of him and he inhaled sharply. Sliding my hand under his briefs, he let out a loud moan into my neck where he was previously placing kisses. He was playing with the last remnants of clothing I had on: my lacy underwear.

“Hold on,” He whispered, sliding my hand from out of his briefs, “I think you should get to go first.” I felt a blush wash over my face and a throbbing building harder between my legs as he trailed kisses down from the nape of my neck, between my breasts, and down to my hips.

I let out a small whimpery moan when he made his way down to the slinky sides of my thong. He pulled them off with ease and kissed down the line where my leg met my vagina and again I gasped.

He looked up from between my legs with a smirk that sent me into a frenzy and I couldn’t take the torture anymore, “Please,” I practically begged him for it before I felt his tongue slide into my and around my clit.

My hips arched forward and goosebumps crept all across my body, the throbbing in my lower region spreading across my entire body.

I didn’t know what to touch or look at anymore. His biceps were flexed around my legs as he continued tasting me and his broad shoulders were more apparent than ever. I let out small moans until he pulled away, licking his lips and looking at me with another smirk.

“I take it that you’re enjoying?” He said more like a statement than a question and I couldn’t bring myself to think of a witty response. I wanted him inside me - and not just his lovely tongue.

Without answering, I motioned for him to slide back up towards me. I placed kisses all over his neck and practically ripped his underwear off, exposing his massive penis.

Grabbing it in my hands, I stroked it a few times, wanting to give him as much pleasure that I could before he found his way inside of me. He let out moans that sent me into a frenzy I didn’t want to ignore anymore.

“I want you inside me,” I said and I saw his eyes grow wide in anticipation.

“Nat, are you sure?” He asked again, his face a mixture of emotions.

“I love you Steve, and this feels right,” I said in return, causing him to smile as he readjusted his placement on the bed.

I was below him again, legs spread wide as he towered over me. He was so much larger than me it felt like I was truly getting a stretch in with how wide my legs were spread.

“God, I’m so lucky to have you babe, I love you more than I could ever explain,” He said, his grin somehow wider than before. I couldn’t help but smile just as big back, letting out a light giggle in anticipation.

God, I didn’t know if I could have ever anticipated him though.

He slid himself inside of me and I felt an intense pressure that could only be matched by the intense pleasure he gave me. One of Steve’s hands massaged my breast as his lips connected with mine. I tasted myself in his mouth and swirled my tongue around. I felt like I was grasping at any amount of Steve that I could get, kissing him faster and faster between my labored breathing.

He groaned as he pushed in and out of me, faster and faster with ever second and I could feel myself edging.

“Wait,” I said, sliding him out of me as I signaled him to get on his back, “I want to ride you.”

The look on his face was truly priceless. Moving on top of him to straddle him, I saw his eyes gazing over my body. He ran his hands up and down my sides, leaving them to rest on my ass.

Anticipating his size within me again, I breathed in as I sat down on top of him. I let out a gasp and began rocking my hips back and forth, each second with more and more ferocity.

I felt the tip of his penis hitting against my walls, and I couldn’t stop myself from getting closer to the edge.

“Wait,” Steve said between breaths as I felt him beginning to roll his hips and pump himself into me in sync with my own movements, “Nat I’m not wearing a condom.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I said in response, knowing that I couldn’t stop and didn’t need a condom anyways.

He nodded, pushing himself somehow more deeply into myself than before and my breathing became so heavy you would have thought I had just ran a marathon.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” I said, again sending Steve into a frenzy as he squeezed my ass, his own breathing labored as well.

The throbbing was so intense I knew that it would be any second, and right then, Steve looked at me and said, “Fuck, I’m close.”

Just then, I let go and orgasmed, practically screaming Steve’s name over and over as I involuntarily rocked back and forth on him.

“Fuck, fuck,” he whispered, laying his head back into the pillow as he slammed himself harder and harder into me, catching the beginning of his orgasm with the end of my own, drawing mine out.

He pumped in and out of me a few more times before his hips laid back down on the bed and I collapsed into his chest, his penis still throbbing inside of my dripping vagina. He wrapped his arms around me, placing a huge kiss on my forehead.

“Natasha, I love you. I love you so much,” He said, wrapping me up tighter.

I slid him out of me, rolling my body over next to him. I was still wrapped up in his arms, and the wetness between my legs was obvious.

I met his eyes with mine and smiled, “I’m so in love with you.”