First attempt at anything like this. Do note that I've never read the comic; everything I know about Captain America I learnt from the movies.

Please tell me what you think as I'd really appreciate the feedback.

Overwhelmed

Desire poured through my veins; the lust was overwhelming. It was a stuggle just to catch my breath. Yet I wanted more. One more kiss, one more touch, one more tender stroke of my skin. But I knew it would never satisfy my craving. Not until we went all the way.

I licked my dry lips and ran my fingers over his torso. Steve Rogers was a fine specimen, to be sure. A well-built body with a good head on his shoulders and a heart of gold. I loved him dearly.

But tonight, I needed him.

He was panting slightly too, having just been given a very passionate kiss. I lean close again and capture his lower lip in my mouth, teasing it with my tongue. He leans into the kiss, and I slip my tongue into his mouth. He obligingly lets me in, and we dance. My fingers are tangled in his hair, and his in mine, pulling our faces as close as possible. His scent is intoxicating. More, more, more!

I climb into his lap and straddle his waist. He doesn't seem to notice; Steve is too caught up in the moment. My fingers frisk over everything they can reach: his hair, his neck, his collarbones, his arms, under his shirt...

Yet it doesn't feel physical enough.

I press my body against his as much as possible - my breasts flush against his chest - and grind into his hips. It is at this point that he pulls away in surprise. To avoid his gaze, I kiss down his neck instead, and grind against his hips as slowly and sensually as I know how.

Steve gasps, and I can tell he is getting aroused; the half-bulge pressing against me is a tell-tale sign.

"S-stop."

I knew it. I knew he was going to stop me anyway; he always does. And I always respect his decisions and stop. Still, it was worth a shot. I stop torturing his sensitive neck, but I still hold my body close against his in the hope that he will finally change his mind tonight after all.

Instead, he lifts me off of him and sets me down beside him.

"Look, you know I love you, but we can't do this. Not unless we're married. Otherwise it'd be wrong in God's eyes, and I don't want to get into His bad books."

I nod. I understand where Steve is coming from, but that doesn't help me deal with the disappointment. It must have been evident on my face, because he gave me a peck on my cheek in an attempt to cheer me up.

"Sweetheart, I'm sorry. I know we're engaged, but the wedding isn't until November. Can't you wait just a little bit longer?"

I pout.

"On our honeymoon I promise I'll show you the time of your life." There is a sensual undertone in his voice, one that always gets me excited. I grin and kiss him.

"Fine. But I'll hold you to that promise, Steve." I wink at him.

He laughs and gets up, going to the bathroom, presumably to take a cold shower.

I suppose I can contain my lust until November. Or maybe not. Maybe it will finally overwhelm me altogether.

I know Steve seems a little OOC near the end, so maybe you could suggest a way for me to improve it in a review? Or just any general thoughts and opinions on this; it's my first time attempting this and I'd like some feedback.

Thank you!