Author's Note: Hi, everyone. I am glad that you guys are enjoying the first (of many) naked parts of this story and I have come up with a different drama. It's still overdone but it's better than a kidnapping plot. You'll see later.

Also, I'm about to put up an SVU fic to add to my other WIP so my updates on this story may slow but only a little bit.

Now, back to the sexing. It might go on for a couple of more chapters. After all, I'm still perverted and they have years of fever to sweat out.

*does a passable Quagmire imitation before fleeing*

Disclaimer: "Honestly, it's not mine!"

He regained consciousness slowly, floating up lazily from the warm void that she had caused him to fall into. His whole body was aching but it was a good, molten ache that he hadn't felt before with any other woman. It made sense. After all, Virginia Potts was no ordinary woman. Reaching for her, he was surprised to feel an empty space next to him. Sitting up, he looked around for her, hoping that she hadn't gone far. After all, Pepper didn't seem to be the type of woman to give a guy a-ma-zing sex and then leave. When he heard movement in the kitchen, Tony smirked.

Of course. She needed to refuel after all that vigorous exercise, he thought with a lustful lick of his lips.

Climbing out of the tangled bedding, he pulled on a pair of sweats and headed downstairs. Sure enough, Pepper was sitting on the kitchen counter, dipping a piece of celery in peanut butter. Of course, she was still gloriously nude, her skin glowing in the moonlight. She looked at him and gave him a sultry smile between bites.

"Want some?" she asked innocently.

Why, yes, Ms. Potts. I certainly do want some.

Approaching her with feline grace, he gave her a light shove so that she was flat on her back. Using a piece of celery as a brush, he began painting peanut butter designs on her body, making her gasp in surprised pleasure. Oh, he was so glad that she had come up with this wonderful snack. Peanut butter and Pepper sounded much better than peanut butter and celery.

And it tasted better, too.

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Pepper gasped and arched into his mouth, heat searing her between her legs with startling force and speed. Usually, it took her a good little while to be ready for action again but that was before this man, this dirty, sexy, kinky man…

I am never going to be able to look at peanut butter or celery again without getting wet…ooh, that feels so good…

His tongue was laving over the taut muscles of her abdomen, licking up the swirling designs he had painted on her. When his fingers found her hipbones, she giggled and tried to squirm away from him.

"Ticklish?"

"Nope.", she denied playfully.

"Liar. I don't like being lied to Ms. Potts…makes me want to punish you..." he purred while sliding a hand to one of her buttocks.

The very idea of his hand on her ass made her groan and quiver with desire.

It had always been a secret desire of hers to be spanked but she had never felt comfortable enough with her exes to bring up the idea. When his fingers slid into her cavity easily, they both groaned in need.

"Ooh, you like that idea, don't you, Red Pepper? I'll keep that in mind."

"Get up here and fuck me. I need it.", she begged while tugging at his pants.

She didn't care if she sounded like a bad porno (were there good pornos?). All she cared about was having him inside her and pumping as soon as possible.

Looking to tease, he asked, "What's the magic word?"

"Castration.", she snarled with a not so gentle tug on his manhood.

"Eh, that'll do."

Tony climbed up on top of her and plunged in to the hilt, making her mewl in delight, especially as he found a way to reverse their positions.

She looked into his eyes and found them smoldering with passion and mirth.

"I did all the work last time. Show me what you've got, Potts."

She kissed him and did just as he asked.

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She was going to kill him.

Anthony Edward Stark was going to be remembered as the Iron Man Who Was Fucked to Death.

Well, it was better than "the Da Vinci of our time" or"the Merchant of Death" by a long shot and at least he would die with a smile on his face and a Pepper mounted on him like a naughty little cowgirl.

She was riding him like 50 miles of bad road and the things she was doing with her hips ought to be fucking illegal. His hands kneaded her ass and hips encouragingly, urging her harder and faster. He also took the opportunity to tilt her so that her clit ground against his pubic bone, giving her lots of friction in the right place. With a loud groan, she leaned forward and braced her hands on the counter above, putting her breasts tantalizingly close to his face. They swayed and bucked with each impact of their hips, her nipples calling to his lips.

He licked at them, unable to get them in his mouth but Pepper certainly wasn't complaining.

Nor was she screaming in agony.

Her walls clamped around him like a vice and he let out a low roar as he erupted into her again, making sure to give her every drop. The idea of her walking around full of his seed made him stir again, much to her surprise.

"Did you take like a whole bottle of Viagra earlier?" she asked breathlessly.

"I don't need no stinkin' Viagra. Not with you around." he retorted as he stood up, keeping himself inside her as he walked.

She moaned and whimpered with each step and she asked, "Where are you taking me?"

"Shower. You're a dirty girl."

Pepper laughed and quipped, "My form of dirty ain't gonna come off in a shower, Stark."

"No, it won't. I just want to see you naked and wet and not just on the inside." he replied with a leering grin.

"Letch."

"It makes you hot."