Chapter 38.

He was a work of art, a flawless sculpture in human flesh, though even Michelangelo himself could not have created something so perfect. Skye just stared as Steve stripped off his jeans and running shoes, turning to lay the jeans tidily over a chair. Military training, she supposed. He even picked up the T-shirt he'd thrown aside before. She ran her eyes over him greedily as he moved, still incredulous that this was actually happening, that Steve Rogers, Captain America, wanted to make love to her. His arousal was undeniable, though, thick and red and certainly in proportion to his massive frame. Skye stared, wide-eyed.

Steve saw the look on her face and paused, half-way back onto the bed. "Skye – I'm not too big for you. We'll fit together, trust me…"

She giggled. "I'm not some blushing virgin, Steve, I know how it works. I'm just, well, impressed."

"Oh," he was the one who blushed. "You were staring. I thought you might have been a bit – intimidated."

"No. Anticipatory, maybe." She reached out her hands to him, but he shook his head.

"You've had your good look." He took one of her feet in his hands, grasping her boot at the heel. "I want to see you."

"You already saw everything," Skye grumbled, but she pulled her leg back, drawing her foot out of the boot, grinning to herself as he set it neatly by the bed before reaching for her other foot.

"And a very beautiful view it was," Steve's eyes were trained on her thighs, on her skirt riding up as he pulled her boots off. He licked his lips, nostrils flaring slightly as he scented her.

"Are you sniffing me?" Skye asked, a little horrified. His eyes slid up to hers and she gasped; his pupils were totally blown out, only the thinnest ring of blue surrounding them.

"So good," Steve said, his voice low and raspy with need. "You smell so good, you tasted so fucking amazing. I want more."

"Oohhh," was all she managed to get out as he nuzzled his way up her thighs. "H – help yourself."

He found the button of her skirt, popped it open, gently drew the zip down. "In a moment."

She didn't fuss, seeing that he'd gained control over his arousal for the time being. Instead she let him remove her clothes, slowly, his hands almost worshipful as he touched her lightly, sitting back on his heels and staring his fill.

"You already saw it all," Skye said shyly as he slowly peeled her panties off, the last thing covering her.

"It's different this time," he smiled down at her, letting his fingers trail lightly up her legs, from the soles of her feet, up the inside of her calves, stroking behind her knees. "This is by your choice, this time. I didn't think – well, I didn't think I'd ever get another chance with you."

She smiled up at him, and said; "Stop being so insecure, silly man, and kiss me."

"With pleasure." He leaned forward, but at the last moment dropped suddenly to his stomach between her legs and buried his face in her muff.

Skye let out a surprised squeak which quickly turned to a moan as his hot tongue stroked a swift stripe across her clit. Steve's big hands clamped on her ass, lifting her up to his face to give him better access, lapping and slurping at her thirstily.

"God, you taste good," he mumbled. "So fucking good. Mmm."

Skye ran her fingers into his soft blond hair, holding him close. What Steve was doing to her felt amazing, his tongue hot and clever, and he didn't appear to need to breathe, either, just kept going and going…

Skye's mouth opened in a silent scream, her back bowing as she panted, further wetness flooding into Steve's mouth. He drank greedily, kissing his way up over her stomach after a few moments, pausing to lavish attention on her breasts.

"So pretty," he murmured, "such lovely breasts – I didn't get to hardly play last time."

Skye could barely think in the aftermath of that shattering climax, and what Steve was doing with his lips and tongue was hardly helping. He grazed her nipple lightly with his teeth and she let out a strangled sound, clenching her fingers in his hair.

"Please," she managed to whimper out after a few moments. "Steve, please!"

He groaned, lifting his head, looking at her. His eyes were glazed, his cheeks flushed. "You have no idea what it does to me when you say that."

She only held her arms out beseechingly, and he smiled, reaching for the bedside table and a foil packet. Skye watched in fascination as he sat back on his heels and rolled the condom on, biting his lip hard as he smoothed it over his thickly swollen arousal. And then he was leaning over her again, bracing himself with one huge hand beside her head.

"You want it this way? I'll try not to go too deep, first time…"

He was big enough that it wasn't an idle threat. She'd probably be sore for days if he was too rough straight up. Skye nodded, gazing up at him trustingly, tracing her fingers wonderingly across his broad, thickly muscled chest, those massive shoulders. He let out a soft, needy sound as she flicked lightly over his nipples, and then he was pressing against her, guiding himself with his hand, thick and blunt and stretching.

Strangled sounds came from Skye's mouth, and Steve watched her carefully, frightened that he was indeed a bit big for her. But her eyes were eager, her hands pulling at him trying to make him come closer. And she was wet and oh so tight, but welcoming him in, hooking her ankles behind his thighs.

"Steve," she moaned, and he was lost, transported to heaven by the sound of his name spilling from her lips in that breathy tone once again.

"Sorry," he gritted out, "so sorry…"

"Sshhh," her small hands stroked his shoulders gently as he shuddered, hips jerking hard. "It's all right. It's all right."

He hid his humiliation by burying his face in her hair, spilling over the pillow in the way he'd so often dreamed of. He kept his weight off her by resting on his elbows, just leaning on her lightly, feeling her breasts rub against his chest.

"Sorry," he mumbled again. "I'll make it up to you."

She laughed softly, never ceasing with her gentle caresses. "Do you think I don't know that?"

He lifted his head, glad to hear the sincerity in her voice but wanting to check her expression. Skye smiled up at him, her dark eyes soft. "Considering your apparent refractory period, I somehow don't think I'll be leaving your bed disappointed."

"I very much hope not." He returned her smile, and leaned in for a kiss, slow, hot and full of promise. "Just give me a couple of minutes." He eased back out of her gently, moved off the bed and headed for the bathroom.

Skye smiled and debated pulling the sheet over her, but realistically the apartment was a comfortable temperature and she felt very warm. Steve's body gave off heat like a blast furnace and she didn't doubt he'd be back quickly. On the other hand, she felt a bit exposed lying there naked, so instead she rolled to her front and took up what she hoped was a sultry pose facing the bathroom door, her chin propped on one hand, her knees bent and ankles crossed. The way Steve froze in mid-step and the look on his face when he came out and saw her was everything she might have hoped for.

"Wow," was all he said, after one long, thorough stare, and then he was striding across the room, kneeling on the bed beside her, one huge hand caressing gently over the curve of her ass and tracing up her spine. "You are – you look like a dream lying there. I wanna draw you like that." His Brooklyn accent had thickened. Skye tilted her head and gave him a smile full of promise.

"Gonna draw me like one of your French girls?"

Steve looked blank.

"Oh – it's a movie reference. From Titanic. We'll watch it sometime." Then, remembering the scenes of icy, drowning death, she said, "Or maybe not."

"Ohhh-kay?"

"Never mind." Skye laughed, rolled to her side and held her arms out. "Come here."

"Sometimes I feel like a dinosaur," Steve muttered, going into her arms willingly enough, pulling her half atop him so she sprawled across his chest, her hair spilling over his shoulder. "Too slow to survive in the modern world."

"You're not, you just missed out on a bunch of stuff. It takes time to acclimate. You're doing well," Skye told him firmly.

"Me an' Buck, an' Thor too, we've been catching up some. JARVIS gave us this list of movies and books. But I ain't seen the one about the Titanic sinking yet. Why would someone make a movie about a terrible tragedy like that?"

"It's a love story. It doesn't end well, he dies…" Skye trailed off. "Y'know what, never mind. I would love you to draw me. But," she traced a finger across his full lower lip teasingly. "Not right now."

Steve's eyes brightened at her teasing tone. "Did you have something else in mind?"

"Maybe." She wriggled against him. He was still half-hard, and hardened further at her movement. "I reckon I could still walk, you see."

"Reckon I'll have to fix that, then." His hand slid down over her ass, hitched her up against him so he could kiss her, and then he hooked her knee and pulled it across his body, opening her up for his hand. Skye knew very well she was still wet, probably dripping, and she moaned against his mouth as his fingers started a leisurely exploration again. Her own hands were far from idle, sliding down across his chest and stomach as she wiggled back slightly, giving herself room – and not incidentally pressing his fingers deeper inside her.

Steve let out a moan of his own as her clever little hands stroked, one curling around the end of his cock and stroking, the other slipping below to cup and roll his balls. All the while their tongues played, a dance of drugging, heated kisses. He was rock-hard and aching again in under a minute, and she was ready, more than ready, he could feel from the slickness coating his fingers. Skye was the one who rolled over and reached for another condom. He groaned as she rolled it onto him gently, taking every opportunity to caress his arousal to still greater heights.

"Let's try it my way this time," she whispered against his mouth, pushing him to lie on his back and clambering astride him. She didn't sink down on him straightaway, though, sitting back on his thighs to stroke him some more until he was the one begging.

"Skye! Oh God, please…"

She smiled, leaning forward to kiss him, rubbing against him, coating his sheathed erection in her silky juices. Steve groaned, fisting his hands in the bedcovers, because otherwise he'd end up gripping her hips too hard, leave bruises on her soft skin. Her breasts brushed against his chest, nipples hard and pebbled, and then finally she shifted her hips a fraction lower and eased back onto him.

Rocking gently, she took her time sinking down onto him, feeling the pleasurable stretch as she took him ever deeper. A couple of times she had to pause, get a breath, because she felt utterly full. Steve didn't try to move, didn't push her, just lay as still as he could manage and watched her from eyes gone dark with lust.

"Here," Skye said softly, taking his hand and pressing it between them. He caught on immediately, teasing around her clit as she shifted, taking a little more of him. "Wow, you are a big boy, aren't you?"

"We can stop," Steve said immediately, "it's all right… nnnggggh," as Skye pushed down a little harder and suddenly he was all the way inside, his fingers pressed between their groins.

"It's just been a while," breathless, she grinned at the look on his face. "Can't say as how the last guy – or any guy – has ever measured up to you, either. The question is, do you know how to use that weapon you've been blessed with, Rogers?"

He smiled. "Let's give it a try, hmmm?" He took both hands to her ass, sitting up and taking her with him, shifting his hips against her, loving the sounds she made. And then he starting lifting and lowering her on his achingly hard shaft, biting his lip hard to keep from coming too fast, watching as Skye flung her head back and moaned ecstatically.

"Oh yes, oh fuck Steve, that's good, yeah, do it, do it!" She was a talker, and a moaner, and he fucking loved every second of it, loved the way her firm little breasts bounced against his chest, her soft hair tumbling over his back as she leaned her forehead against his shoulder and trembled.

"Oh Steve," she moaned it softly, her mouth wet against his skin. "Please. So close. Please."

"Wanted this so bad," he gritted out, jerking her hard against him. "Wanted you. Needed you. Oh, Skye…" she was coming, clenching around him, crying out against his shoulder, her whole body shaking, and she pulled him right over that cliff edge with her again.

Finally!

Next chapter; someone pointed out that I haven't followed up on Fitz and Darcy, so let's go see what they're up to, hmm? And someone else asked for May and Natasha, but I REALLY can't write slash, or femslash sex. You'd end up laughing more than turned on. Sorry. You'll just have to imagine them being hot and dangerous together!