Natasha Romanoff was a woman of many skills; she could easily take down a small army of men with a single gun and the extensive training she received as a small child. She wouldn't feel a single spec of remorse as her victims fell to the ground, lifeless. But leading Steve Rodgers—Captain America—the best man out there—to her bedroom was making her feel more than she had in a number of years.
It wasn't only guilt that had her stomach turning, it was the fact that she wanted no other man than the one following into her bedroom, and he wanted her back. Only minutes ago, she was walking away, unsatisfied with the reaction she had gotten from him. Yet, all the while, so smug about her persuasion. But was it really her actions that had led him to her room, or rather something else entirely?
"Was that your second kiss since 1945?" Nat asked with a smirk, recalling their road trip when she asked a similar question. He shook his head and again closed the space between them.
Steve's mind was clouded with lust and every conceivable thought about what was hidden just beneath Natasha's cloth. Her still wet hair that was already forming natural, beach wave curls. She shoved him down on the bed so he was sitting at the edge and placed a leg on either side of him, straddling his lap. As soon as she was settled, he attacked her mouth and placed his hands on the small of her back. Natasha's core tingled with each movement of his hands, running them up and down the length of her spine. She let out a small, stifled moan when she felt Steve's enhanced manhood press against her hip.
He parted from her mouth and she latched on to any skin she could find; his perfectly sculpted jawline seemed to suffice. He leaned back to accommodate her lips and let out a small gasp at her hands to the sides of his face and into his hair.
She let her hands fall to his sides as she stepped back and removed his shirt. She pushed his torso onto the bed and began to undo his belt buckle when he stopped her.
He stuttered through his explanation, "Nat, I—I haven't done this in a very long time—too long—and might not last very long. I think we should focus on you or move along to the main event." Feeling that it would be unfair to get all of the attention tonight, she nodded and removed his belt along with her towel to expose her very toned body. Steve took that moment to switch their positions so she was on her back and he was between her legs.
Nat pushed him off of her just enough to look into his eyes. "Why did you come back? Why didn't you just kiss me back at the bar?" Nat asked with concern in her voice. Steve shook his head and placed a tender kiss on her nose.
"Look," he started, "I didn't need Tony, or anyone else for that matter, getting on our case about whatever we are before we even decide that ourselves. 'Is this a one-time thing or are we going to become official?' are questions that we need to answer for ourselves first. Plus, it can get really complicated when it comes to coworkers…" He trailed off and started to direct the conversation more towards himself than anyone else. "But I came up here because, I don't know, I didn't want to miss another opportunity like I did with Peg—uh another co-worker in the military."
She placed her hand on his shoulder and pulled herself into a passionate kiss and ran her hand down his perfectly sculpted back, pulling him closer to her. "I'm feeling a little undressed which means you need to remove a piece of clothing," Nat addressed.
"Hold your horses; we're getting to that." He kneeled to remove his pants and boxer briefs all in one go and lied back down on top of her. He slipped his hands between them before she grabbed his wrist, insisting that the focus couldn't be on her this time.
Her core tingled as he slipped himself inside her a little at a time, adjusting as needed. Once fully inside, they moaned together, no longer withholding their noise. Each suite inside Stark's tower was relatively large so the chances of being heard were slim to none. Steve began moving in rhythm as the both of them were moaning and sliding hands up and down each other's bodies. But before anyone knew, Steve was ready to blow and slowed down, trying to accommodate for Natasha's wants and needs.
"Getting tired, soldier?" Nat asked, not realizing how close he was. He shook his head.
"I'm. Close." He breathed between sighs and moans. She nodded and slipped her hands between them to hurry her pleasure along. Eventually, she encouraged him to go faster and he finished first, with her following shortly after. Cap collapsed on top of her until he regained his strength where he then rolled next to her.
"Well… who knew?"