Author's note: This chapter is fully M-Rated for sexuality.
Yeo wool's eyes met Cap's and it was like the gun announcing the start of a race.
Cap's lips descended onto hers, firm and warm, taking control of the kiss from the beginning. She was thankful that none of the painful experiences included contact with her mouth because she didn't want this to be tainted in any way. Her experience with kisses had been previously limited to some chaste touches and one boy's sloppy attempt that had ended in her kneeing him in the groin. She realized now that those had not prepared her in any way for what Cap was doing now.
It felt like being willingly devoured. His lips first stroked the corners of her mouth, moving gently over first her top then lower lips, squeezing and caressing them in turn. The pressure and heat of it was persuasive, and she found her lips opening beneath his without conscious thought, allowing him access to the inside of her mouth.
She felt his tongue then for the first time on her bottom lip, the tasting a light caress that left it moist. He repeated the caress on her upper lip, outlining it with a soft pressure and leaving it slippery. The moisture from this brought a new sensation to the kiss. With their lips lubricated, they glided gently over each other, the contact leaving sparks of awareness everywhere they touched until her lips felt hypersensitive.
Cap varied the pressure and depth of his lips, nibbling gently and stroking with his tongue until her mouth felt fully relaxed. Only then did she feel his tongue foray into her mouth to touch hers gently, as if asking for permission to go further.
With the hands in his hair, she pulled his face closer in response and he deepened the kiss. By then, her lips felt swollen, and every movement sending tendrils of pleasure signals from everywhere her skin met his. Her body was not silent during this time. She was acutely aware of her breasts now pressed tightly against his chest, the thin layers of their cotton t-shirts doing little to dissipate the heat between them.
The grip of his hands on her waist were soft but steady as he pulled her up slightly to meet his mouth. Sometime during the kiss, they had rotated, her back now against the kitchen counter and his legs bracketing hers. She could feel his body, the muscles toned and lean from years of martial arts molded against her softer curves.
The barrier of her shirt between his hands and her skin now seemed only an obstacle she wanted to tear down. Her hand moved from his hair down to her side and lifted her shirt so that his hands made contact with the smooth skin beneath.
Yes! It was both instant relief and fuel added to the fire burning within her. The heat intensified, his mouth now moving feverishly against hers, his tongue dueling with hers in bold strokes, touching the roof of her mouth, her teeth, every deep recess it could find. In turn she was emboldened. Her hands now moved over his shoulders, the play of muscles under his shirt rippled with the movements of his hands on her waist, and as her moved them to the rounded globes of her bottom.
They were exploring eagerly now, his hand still outside the shorts she was wearing, but touching in places she had never comprehended were so sensitive. The tops of her thighs, just below her hips were being massaged by his strong fingers in precise patterns, her muscles loosening until she felt like her legs were becoming jello. It became too much and she sagged against him.
He reacted to the give of her weight by lifting her hips up and encircling her legs around his waist. The pleasure this brought as the damp place between her legs made contact with the hardness between his was exquisite. She now could relate to the urgency women in movies showed when there were love scenes. Yeo wool had always thought it was just men who felt the drive like this, but it was clear to her now that women could feel it too. The intimate area between her legs was swollen and so sensitive to his movements that feeling of him against her caused her to undulate her hips to add more friction as she clung to him.
He groaned at the movement.
"Wait." he whispered. "Just wait a minute."
With that, he walked them out of the kitchen, his mouth against her neck, kissing her gently as they moved. His breath was harsh near her ear in the quiet of house as he entered his bedroom. He sat down on the bed with her in his lap, her legs still wrapped tightly around hip waist, and she began to circle her hips again, trying to repeat the motion that had brought the previous pleasure. With the added weight in this position, it was even better and she replicated it over and over. Her added to the contact by pressing down on her hips as she continued the slow grind.
They started to kiss again, and the dual contact stretched out for long minutes. The grind of their hips, the sliding of tongues and lips building the pleasure up to new heights.
In the pleasured haze of it, she couldn't recall how he ended up with his back on the bed, him staring up passionately into her eyes. But she knew this moment would be would be forever branded into her memory. Her hands moved to the sides of his face, caressing his cheekbones as his hand cupped her jaw. His face showed no doubts, no hesitation about what he wanted, and she wanted... ...no, needed to give him everything that he wanted. It was that simple.
From that point on there was no question for her of stopping. Her shirt and his were discarded, and she reveled in exploring the smooth muscles of his chest bared to her gaze. He was even more perfect than she imagined, the fading bruises doing nothing to diminish his sculpted physique. Each muscle was like steel under satin, and as she touched them lightly with her fingers she discovered she wished to feel them under her now swollen lips.
With the new appreciation, she realized she now could make that wish a reality.
Sliding down his chest, she captured the bronzed nub protruding over his pectoral muscle between her lips and gave a soft lick.
His answering groan fortified her resolve, and she continued with firm licks and kisses as she covered his chest. Her hair fell in a waterfall as she did this, tickling and feathering his skin, and she instinctively knew that this too pleased him.
As the path of her mouth descended, her kisses become stronger sucks as she reached the beautifully defined shape of his abs. He was flawless here, his body in peak condition from long hours of exercise. She touched and stroked the firmness of him, watching the muscles glide as he flexed under her ministrations.
He seemed to reach his limit as she reached the top of his loose track pants.
With a smooth motion, he pulled her up his body and rolled her over onto her back, carefully keeping his weight on his elbows and knees so as not to crush her.
This position felt very different, the weight of his body pressing her into the mattress reminding her that this was a man with a man's need and she was a woman. Tonight, she was going to be a woman for him.
With the grace of the athlete he was, Cap again moved until he was kneeling beside her legs on the bed. His hands moved to the draw string of her shorts, and with no uncertainty Yeo wool helped him to remove them, sliding them down her legs until all that was left was her bra and panties. She moved her hands up to disconnect the clasp at the front of her bra, but Cap's hands moved faster, stilling hers, and returning her hands to rest on the bed.
He bent over her instead, his mouth mere centimeters from the tops of her breasts and his breath blowing heated air in contrast to the cool air of the room. Then his lips lowered, kissing softly at one peak, then the other, alternating as the pressure of his lips deepened and gradually became sucks. He unclasped the bra and carefully removed the straps from one shoulder than the other, never stopping the kissing and suckling. The suction brought a new sensation to Yeo wool, each draw creating a new line of heat between the contact and a point lower in her body that ached and throbbed. She couldn't reconcile cause to effect, but she knew that somehow, this was preparing her body for what would come next.
His hands joined in with his mouth, massaging her breasts, making smooth strokes down the sides of her body and over her stomach until she was surging up into him with each movement, trying to maximize the pressure of his hands on her skin. Soft mewling began to escape uncontrollably from her mouth, and she might have been embarrassed if she wasn't at that point completely intoxicated with the pleasure he was building in her.
Her hands now roamed aimlessly across his back, past the band at the top of his track suit and over the curves of his buttocks. For a fraction of a second Cap froze at the contact of her hands there, and Yeo wool remembered what had happened in the prison. Those violations must have still been fresh in his mind. But the moment passed, and Cap continued his ministrations, moving slowly down her body until his lips reached her stomach. He stayed there for a long while. As if the satin of her skin fascinated him, he kissed and softly stroked every inch until she thought she might go crazy with the sensation of it.
Finally, he reached the top of her panties. Each inch of skin that came closer to that secret part of her was becoming exponentially more sensitive to his touches. Cap slid the sides of her panties down, one at a time his lips covering the delicate skin of her hips and nibbling to bring surges of electric pleasure to the surface. His fingers slid to the velvet of her inner thighs, bring another surge of wetness to her pussy. He hadn't touched her there yet, but her panties were already drenched with her essence, ready for him to explore her in the most intimate way.
She entwined her fingers in his hair and gently tugged to let him know she wanted his attention. Her breath was ragged now as he moved up her body, resting his weight on his elbows as he brought himself face-to-face with her.
"I'm ready." She whispered.
Cap focused on her eyes, as if evaluating her for any doubt. Then he bent and kissed her again, this time just the softness of lips, as if offering and receiving a benediction from her.
He knelt up then and helped her to remove her panties and to move the unclasped bra from behind her back. Those and his track pants were abandoned to the floor, and then it was just them, completely exposed to each other.
For all that it was new and strange, Yeo wool felt no embarrassment at being naked before Cap. As she examined the rest of his body, his erection did not scare her as she had thought it might. It was large and jutted upwards in a slight curve that she knew would follow the inside of her body. It was a thought that filled her with some apprehension derived from old and unwanted memories. In the past, that part of a man had brought pain and misery and a sense of deep shame. She deliberately blocked those thoughts before they could do harm to this time, this place. Tonight was for them, and those thoughts had no place between them.
Instead, she gazed at him with complete trust, knowing that what came next could only be, would only be, absolutely right for both of them.
Without the heat of his body on her, the room was chilly, and Yeo wool shivered a little. Quickly, Cap positioned them both on the bed and moved the blanket to cover them. Under the blanket with him, it was like being wrapped in a warm cocoon and she relished the feeling as he did little more that hold her for a few minutes, her back and thighs pressed tightly against against his chest and thighs, his erection pushing slightly against her lower back, his arms surrounding her.
When she was fully warmed, she rotated in his arms, fitting his month against his to let him know she wished to continue. The heat between her legs seemed to beckon to him, and she ground her hips against his as they first had in the kitchen. But this time with no clothing between them, the rigid flesh of his manhood thrust against the wet juncture between her thighs causing them both to groan. This time, he rotated his hips, and she felt a pressure between the folds of her pussy as he slid through the wetness and brushed against the swollen nub at the top of her sex.
He repeated the motion over and over, covering his erection with her cream until she was gasping and writhing against him mindlessly, reaching for something she couldn't yet name.
Cap reached down between her legs and slowly breached her swollen labia with a single digit, testing her readiness for more. His finger entered with ease, and he added a second, making her groan with the fullness as he moved them slowly in and out, stretching the hot tissue to prepare her for his invasion.
When he finally removed his fingers, she felt an emptiness there and wondered at it. But then Cap was moving above her, positioning himself at her entrance, and all thought left her.
He was larger than his fingers, and she felt a moment of trepidation as the head of his cock parted her folds and began to stretch her body open. But there was no pain. He probed her gently at first, pushing and retreating, feeding her an inch at a time as he breached her depths. The stretching was intense but not painful, she could feel every inch of him against the sides of her channel as it parted before him. The pressure of his cock as it moved inside her added friction, but his preparation had make her slick. With steady pressure, he glided into her, out of her, going deeper each time until with a loud moan and a final deep thrust he buried himself completely in her.
He waited then, no moving, for her to become accustomed to him. Looking up into his face she could see from the expression on his face that it was an effort not to move.
Seeing this, and confirming that nothing hurt, and Yeo wool made an experimental shift of her hips to test the waters. The glide of his cock within her as she moved and the feeling of being stretched and filled was still intense. It triggered a primitive part of her to respond, and sent a deeper pleasure signal to her brain. The pleasure was acute, and she helplessly repeated the motion.
Cap took over, retreating from her body to almost the end of his shaft, and then plunging steadily back in, until she was again completely filled.
The feelings intensified with each stroke, and Yeo wool's hands moved to Cap's back, urging him to move faster, to fill her even deeper. As his hips began a rhythm that satisfied them both, Yeo wool had trouble processing the intensity of it. Her fingers turned to claws on his back, scoring him slightly with her nails. She thought it might be hurting him, but this only seemed to spur Cap on. He began to thrust harder into her body. His hands moved to her hips and tilted them up, allowing him to angle his penetration, and Yeo wool felt the head of his cock moving against an ultrasensitive spot within her.
She was nearly mindless now, moaning and repeating "Cap" over and over as she reached for that nameless thing again. Cap was grunting softly with her now, his thrusts becoming wild.
She could feel the moment when his control slipped.
She had thought that he had been thrusting his full length into her before, but now she realized he had been holding back a little. His hands came to rest on her shoulders, pushing her down fully onto him even as her thrust upwards, and she felt his cock going deeper then ever before, coming to press on something deep within her that she realized must be the entrance to her womb. The pressure there blurred the line between pleasure and pain, causing a jolt to run through her and her body began to shake with the intensity.
This seemed to knock Cap out of the daze he was in. Instantly his hands on her shoulders was removed so that the pressure within her lessened.
But Yeo wool didn't want it to stop.
"More!" she cried, pressed down onto Cap to feel it again. Pleasure and pain and now almost all pleasure. She cried out his name now with abandon, begging with nonsensical words for more, all pretense of shyness gone.
Her cries seemed to release Cap back to the wildness. He repeated his stroke, pressing up again into her until the pleasure and pain again blurred.
Over and over and over. She had not idea for how long, and time meant nothing.
Without warning the thing that Yeo wool was reaching for crashed into and over her like a tidal wave. She felt the spasms rippling through her body, her pussy clenching involuntarily on Cap as her body convulsed with the sensation. All she could do was hold tightly to Cap as it overtook her, the pleasure and perfection of it wrenching the emotions from her until she felt everything and nothing at the same time.
Her convulsions seem to push Cap over an edge as well. In her pleasured haze, she felt him completely lose the rhythm he had set with his thrusts. Every muscle in his body seemed to tighten and clench as he groaned her name a final time, pushing into her so hard and fast she knew there would be soreness later. Then she felt a pulsing within her as he came, flooding her pussy with his seed.
Their breathing was ragged as they held each other in the aftermath. His face was buried in her neck and his body rested heavily against her. Both of them were covered with a fine sheen of sweat. At some point the blanket that had covered them had fallen to the side, and she knew the cool air of the bedroom would rapidly cool them. She didn't care. She didn't ever want to move again.
Cap solved the problem by grabbing the edge of the blanket and rolling them in it, keeping her pressed to his chest even as his softened erection slowly slipped from her folds.
Sex, Yeo wool realized, was messy. His seed was sliding from between her legs onto the bed, and the smell of their sweat and combined essence surrounded them. But for now, neither of them seemed to care. Cap bent his head to kiss her brow and then her eyes. No more words were needed, and then both settled against each other in the quiet.