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Warning explicit content ahead in this chapter.

Chapter 5

A night of Passion

A month and half has passed and Steve and Natasha have been enjoying themselves in Hawaii. The couple has just returned to their hotel suite. From a romantic day on the beach and dinner. Steve unlocked the door of their hotel suite and held it open for his wife. Natasha sighed in relief as she took off her shoes and stretched out her lower back a bit. Steve smiled as he observed for a moment, before walking past her to put the bag of things they lad had collected during the day on the floor by the dresser.

"After a great day like that. I could use a nice bath." Steve stated

"I think we both could." Natasha agreed

Steve started walking toward the bathroom. Natasha said "No I'll start the bath. You just worry about getting out of those clothes. The red/blonde head grabbed Steve's butt for emphasis and. Steve has to swallow his moan so as to not to disturb their neighbors. Steve didn't want them to be forced out of such a nice hotel foe noise complaints.. And it was hard for the both of them to keep things quiet sometimes.

"Trying to start something are we?" Steve asked with a raised brow

Natasha smirked "Only if you wanna play."

The red/blonde head in a sharp gasp as Steve all but throws her over his shoulder quickly but carefully. Natasha feels her husband's body shake with a quiet chuckle, bracing her hands against Steve's broad back. Natasha lifts her head and tries to look over her shoulder at him. She can't see his face, but she knows that is she could, she would find a smirk playing at the corners of Steve's lips, his blue eyes glittering with delight. Steve flicked on the light to the adjoin bathroom, and squints slightly against the sudden brightness as he sets Natasha down on the counter. Steve kisses her gently, briefly, and sure enough he was wearing that damn sappy expression of his that she loves... maybe just a bit to much.

"I love you Nat." Steve stated

"I love you too." Natasha replied

Natasha watches as Steve turns away from her, twits the faucet and get the water running, and then he's reaching back and grabbing at his shirt with his hand, yanking it off and over his head before tossing it to the floor. His back to Natasha, his many muscles flexing, and she can't help the way that a warmth rushes through her veins as she traces the sculpted lines down his spine with her eyes, to his narrow hips that make his body seem broader, to the way his shorts hang low on him as he hooks his thumbs under the waistband. Before Steve can peel them off however, Natasha slides off of the counter and crosses the small distance between them, her lips brushing against his shoulder blade in a kiss.

Natasha's hands curve over his, and he glances over his shoulder, catching her gaze. Before Steve can say a word, Natasha slips her hands underneath the fabric, coming around the front of him, cupping him gently, firmly, and she holds his stare as Steve's eyelashes ever so slightly. The red/blonde head hides her smiled into his shoulder, but she knows the soldier can still feel it.

"Nat." Steve groaned

Natasha burrows her face against him, wraps her fingers around his length and feels Steve's groan in the way it vibrates his chest, and against her lips. She breathes in the clean musk of his scent, relishes in that ridiculous body heat of his and the way it practically scorches her where her skin meets his. It makes her nipples tighten through her shirt, makes warmth pool in her stomach, coiling at the base of her spine, and she relishes in the sense of power she over him right now.

"Natasha." Steve groans again

Then Steve is pulling her hand away, twisting around and grasping at Natasha's shirt, and she just barely moves with him to let him peel it over her head. Steve's lips slant against hers, kissing her hard, kissing her deep, his hands finding her hips, and pulling at her shorts.

"Need you." Steve growled turning off the water

Natasha knew the feeling quiet well, there were times that she felt like she was going to explode from her need for have always brought out different side of each other that they didn't even know existed. I t was easy to keep her hands to herself when they were fighting someone, or helping people... but when they were alone, all bets were off. Now that they were married, Natasha had feeling that things would hardly change in the that department. Steve finally peels her and his shorts off, the length of his cook hard and a little wet at the tip from her touch, and Natasha doesn't try to hide the smile that pulls at her lips as her eyes flick back up to his.

"Think you can handle me Captain?" Natasha teased

Steve lifts her with ease, lifting her up and stepping into the wide tub, water spilling over the edge, but neither of them takes any notice of it. Steve licks water from Natasha's bottom lip before drawing away, and the woman practically melts as her body sinks further into the water. It's almost hot enough that it could hurt, but not even a little. Steve braces a forearm against the tub as he leans over his wife, his large, broad body covering hers and Natasha hooks her legs around his hips as his mouth is over hers again, parting her lips open and slipping his tongue against hers. Natasha had to admit that Steve had gotten a lot better at kissing since their adventures in Washington, DC.

"Not bad." Natasha stated with a smirk

"I've learned from the best." Steve smiled

Natasha's hands slide over Steve, finger tracing every inch of skin it passes as they move down his chest down his hips, then back up, over his shoulders and down his arms. The red/blonde head touches him as if she's trying to memorize his every dip and curve with her finger tips, and she let's out a soft noise of protest when Steve pulls away, drawing her hands off of him. She stares up at him, eyelids half-closed, lips parted, and he peers down at her with his bold blue eyes as they trace down her body the way her fingers had touched his.

"Beautiful." Steve stated

"Tease." Natasha accused with a smile

"Teases have no intention of following through. I am anything but a tease. Steve grinned

The solider moves back, leaning against the other end of the tub, as he draws Natasha to him, turning her around in the water until she's settled between his legs, her back turned toward him. The solider gathers her hair and pushes it over her shoulder, kisses the curve of her neck, once, twice, three times, as he gently digs his thumbs into her shoulders. Natasha let's out a soft noise from the back of her throat, her head tipping back, and Steve digs his thumbs just a little bit hard, circling into her flash as he slowly moves his way down.

"God that feels good." Natasha groaned

Steve remained silent, but Natasha knew him well enough to know that he probably had a small smile on his face. She let him do as he pleased, the heat of the water making her feel loose and complaint under Steve's touch, her nerves all but dissipating with every gentle press. Steve makes his way down her back, following the curve of her spine until he reached her hips, sliding around and over the tops of her thighs. The first brush of his finger over the folds of her sex make Natasha jump, so brief that she thinks it had maybe been an accident. Until two fingers are pressing against her again in the purposeful strokes, stroking at it gently at first, then a little harder.

His fingertips find her little bundle of nerves with ease and he teases it in slow circles, her hips starting to rock against his hand as she moans louder.

"Hush my love." Steve soothed "Someone might hear you."

Obeying the silent order, Natasha bites down on her lower lip hard stifling another desperate noise from the back of her throat. She can feel the hard length of Steve's cock against the small of her back with every roll of her hips, but when Natasha tries to reach back and touch her husband, Steve pulls his hand off of her and grasps her wrist, bringing it out of the water to to curl her fingers over the edge of the tub. He doesn't say anything and Natasha can see his expression, but she can practically feel the command radiating off of Steve, pining her in place, and she let's out a gasp when his fingers find her entrance again with slow, teasing strokes.

"That's it." Steve purred

The solider pressed his face into her cheek, kisses her skin and sinks two fingers inside of her. Natasha's not quite sure if it's because she feel more sensitive with the heat of the water, or with the way they're pressed together like this, but already, she can feel the pleasure build as it spirals down her spine. Steve curls his fingers, quickly finding a rhythm that makes Natasha's vision eyes haze over. She doesn't know how long it takes minutes...seconds but Steve's other hand slips forward, finding her clit and quickly strokes it in tight circles, and she comes undone under his touch. Her cries being suppressed by putting the back of her hand over her mouth.

Natasha can hardly remember a time that she felt this good! Dizzy and a little delirious from the tremors of her orgasm, she turns in the water, her movements feeling clumsy, but she hardly cares. Natasha kneels and grasps at Steve's handsome face, pulling his mouth to hers in a kiss. She had felt almost on the verge of passing out with the way Steve had been messaging her, but now, she couldn't feel more awake. Pleasure pours over Natasha in waves, her skin humming, tingling, and she's already sort of trembling as he grasp her hips and draws her against the tip of him. Steve pulls her down, sinking her over him, and she wraps her arms around him and gasps against his forehead when she feel him bottom out inside of her.

The stretch of Steve's cock is is delicious, the way he fills her is deep and just a little bit delirious, and she twists her fingers into his hair and exhales a shaky breath as her sec flutters and tightens. It is never too much, even like this, in his potions, Steve's cock fits inside of her as perfectly as it had the very first time. As if he was made just foe her. Steve lifts Natasha's hips up, almost all the way off, then brings them back down, each stroke slow and sensual at first, and she knows that's not for her. Steve's jaw is locked tight, his muscles pulled taut in his restraint. He practically throbs inside of her, but he's never, ever push her if he felt like it would be too much.

She twists her finger tighter in his hair, lifts herself up and then sink back down in quicker strokes, and it's easy, the way they find their rhythm together. Just like fighting out in the field, reading each others cues as if they were a book, following each others lead without question or hesitation. Natasha pulls back her head a bit, watching Steve's eyelashes flutter with his arouse, his breaths are growing shorter, but she knows that she's much closer that he is. Her first orgasm had made all the more sensitive, the pleasure coursing through her veins like wildfire, coiling low in her stomach.

Her forehead fall against Steve's again, a mewl spilling from her lips as his thumb finds her little bundle of nerves as he strokes it gently, teasing just enough for her to feel herself getting closer and closer to that blissful peak again. Steve's mouth slants up against hers as he kisses her against a gasp, his grip tightening against her hips, not enough to hurt, but enough to know that it'll bruise, and Natasha will proudly wear them underneath her clothes the next day. Natasha's moan is muffled against her kiss as she unravels at the seams for a second time, her body trembling, twisting on Steve's lap as he continues to thrust into her. Her eyes squeeze shut with the force of her high, her hips gyrating , bucking against him, and Steve's entire body rumbles in a groan.

"That's it Solder." Natasha thought. "Lose control, let everyone know who does this to you. Let them know that only one woman gets to see you this way."

As if he could read her thoughts, Steve lifts her up out of the water with ease, her body wrapped around his. Natasha sucks in a gasp, skin prickling against the cold of the air, and the sensation feel like a shook with how her veins feel like they are on fire. Steve stumbles forward, his movements a bit graceless, they barley made it a few steps forward before Steve is pressing her body against the door frame of the bathroom, his hands pinning her hips to the wall as his pace grows faster, harder. Natasha pressed her face into the curve of Steve's neck, her loud cry being muffled by his wet skin.

"Feel so good around me baby girl." Steve panted

"Right there, baby. Don't stop!" Natasha ordered

"Natasha.." Steve gasped out a moan "My beautiful girl.. so perfect."

"I'm yours." Natasha panted "All yours."

Natasha was becoming slightly light-headed, the pleasure within her growing immensely once again. Add with the continuous friction of the the wide girth of Steve's cock, Steve had brought her to the edge of eruption. The solider continued thrusting inside of her, His body wound tight, about to burst, and Natasha pulls back to stare into his eyes as their pleasure builds. The soldier slightly changed pace, moving faster now, as Natasha clung to him, an unintelligible stream of his mixed with praises and curses in Russian escaping her lips. Steve was quickly nearing the same level of please as Natasha, the switch of angel added depth to his thrust, and the mixture of warmth and added expanse of was enough to make him explode.

A few more thrusts were all they needed before Steve came undone, bursting a hot load inside of Natasha. She quivered with the force of it, and the pressure that had been slowly building up inside her finally detonated again. Vibrations rippled through her and Steve, rendering them both helpless for tens of seconds. Silence enveloped them, followed by synchronous cries of bliss. A few more pumps of semen pushed into Natasha, and eventually overflowing, it spilled onto the floor below. Steve released his grip on Natasha, letting her down on the floor. He moved his hands from her hips, slowly venturing up to her breasts.

They were perky from her arousal, and he squeezed them as he shuddered from his release. Steve gently kissed his wife's neck and sighed into it as the tension in his body released. Natasha rode out her still continuing tremors by grinding gently against Steve, whimpering, elation still through her in waves. Natasha finally collapsed from her upheaval, and Steve held her up with his strong muscled arms. Quickly regaining her strength, she stood and looked up at Steve, her green eyes glimmering with satisfaction. Steve smiled sweetly at the wily fox below him, and Natasha gave her famous impish smile up at him. They were both buzzing with the high that the friction of their bodies had provided. Steve leaned down slightly, his affectionate nuzzles making her smile in content.

"You are amazing." Steve mumbles into her hair

Natasha snuggled back "You too, soldier."

Exhausted by what they had just done. Steve with drawled his cock from inside of Natasha. He gently picked her up and walked over to the bed. He laid down his wife down on the bed then he too laid down on the bed next to her. The couple drifted off into a peaceful slumber.