It's funny how easily he can trick me into slipping out of important meetings just to have sex with him. It happens most Tuesdays and Fridays when he 'accidentally' drops by his months-long unused office. He usually wears his navy blue Armani suit with matching tie because he knows it turns me on more so than his usual ragged oil-smeared clothes.

Tony's an expert at this. I had known it all along, even before we started 'dating'. And by dating, I mean mostly missed dates at very expensive restaurants because of Fury and his Avengers group. It's actually funny because the only time we're allowed to be with ourselves is either at work or in New York. The latter is a little complicated because we're not alone.

Of course that after our bigseal kiss, Tony could hardly contain his need to show off. I found out roughly a few weeks later that every other superhero from his crazy group knew about us. I had specifically asked him to be quiet about it, but no. I should have known he wouldn't shut up.

Anyway…

One thing that makes me look forward to reaching his office faster is the golden prize which is probably sitting in his smooth leather chair, facing away from the door. I make sure the accountant doesn't steal a suspicious look at me while I stride towards the door with determined steps. When I reach it, I twist the doorknob with a feeling of excitement already bubbling deep inside of me and step inside, closing it gently.

Tony turns in his chair, the corners of his mouth raised up in a soft, yet beaming smile. I let out a breath and smile back at him, making my way towards him.

When I reach him, he turns and, without sitting up, he places his rough hands on my hips, smiling up at me, his eyes glistening.

"Missed me?" He asks and rubs circles into the material of my skirt with his thumbs.

I laugh softly and reach down to slide my hands into the hair at the back of his neck, tangling my fingers in the thickness of it. I don't need to say it out loud. He knows it and I know it too, deep in my heart. I let myself gaze down in those brown orbs of his, my heart beating faster with each passing second.

Without blinking, he lets his hands fall down to the hem of my skirt before easily tugging it up, revealing naked pale skin, eager to be caressed by his rough hands. Tony breathes out my name in a desperate sort of plea, making me shudder, and leans forward, pressing his lightly stubble-covered cheek to my left thigh, breathing in my aroused scent.

I tighten my hands into his hair and tug lightly on the ends of it, panting softly and feeling grateful that I had removed my panties earlier in the bathroom. He only hums and wraps his arm around my waist to hold me in place as he nuzzles the tip of his nose into my already wet curls. I gasp softly and shudder again, raw desire engulfing me.

We don't speak. It's unnecessary. We both know that this kind of intimate union means more than words.

He doesn't fuck me against the desk with hard painful, yet pleasurable thrusts.

Instead, he pulls me in his arms and kisses me hesitantly, his lips lingering on mine, his breath warm and reassuring. He doesn't pull my hair out of my ponytail – he gently kisses my jaw up to my ear and nuzzles it, helping me settle over him, placing my feet on the floor and straddling his lap. He's already hard, I can feel that. But he doesn't rush this, doesn't pull down his fly and drive up into me, desperate for release, like he had with so many other girls in the past.

I don't rush either. I spend a few long minutes kissing, nibbling and sucking on his warm lips, shivering constantly when his prickly goatee would scratch the corners of my mouth and chin. He's shivering too and that means more than words to me.

When the kisses grow more passionate, we don't rip apart our clothes. I simply unbutton his shirt and slide down his blazer down his muscular shoulders, allowing him to do the same to mine before pressing our naked skin together. Tony pants against my lips and rubs his hands over my back while I stroke his neck and shoulders, breathing out his name.

He moves his lips to my ear and gently sucks on my ear lobe, sliding his hand between us to unzip his pants and release his aching member from the tightness of his pants. I hold my breath and wrap my arms around his neck, looking into his wide brown eyes. The vulnerability I see in then it's enough to make me love him even more, but I stay silent, only whimpering when he manages to slide inside of me, his hands grasping my hips.

We don't moan and I don't ride him ruthlessly.

He doesn't whisper dirty things into my ear and I don't cry out because we both feel we're not in for that ride.

Instead, we rock against each other, clutching each other tightly, our lips engaged in wet sloppy kisses. I stroke his hair and breathe out his name each time his hips hit mine, his arms holding my tightly to his eager body. Sweet promises of love and affection pour out of his lips as he shudders and throbs deep within me, unable to open his eyes.

I tighten around him, enjoying his little grunts of pleasure and he drives in deeper inside of me in exchange. The length and thickness of his hardness penetrating me fully has me stiffening in his strong arms, letting out a joyous cry that fills the room. His eyes are triumphant, yet loving as he stares at me in awe before his own flutter closed, engulfed by his own pleasure.

After we come down from our high, his eyes find mine and he rests his forehead against mine, panting heavily.

"I missed you." He whispers, stroking my spine lazily with his fingertips.

I manage a small laugh, holding him closer to me as he lets his head fall to my shoulder, pressing tiny kisses to my sweaty skin.

"Don't ever leave again for this long." I whisper back, nuzzling his slightly damp hair, my heart swelling when I hear his muffled reply.

"Never."