Came for the Low- Revised

Untitled Part 35

Palm sliding up her bare leg, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hip, the curve accentuated by the way she propped her foot up on the opposite wall of the tiny bathroom, Helmut tried to hold back but it was hopeless now. He pulled at the band of her shorts and underwear in asking as she held onto his shoulders so tight it hurt, but he would never ask her to stop.

    He watched Christine lick her lips, darkening their natural color. He could see her tongue between her teeth, pink and wet and he sighed with the need to have her. Her eyes flicked up to look into his and the mutual lust between them grew thick as smoke.

    He pushed her leg down and she gasped, surprised when he nearly ripped her shorts down and off.

    Her fingers worked as fast as they could to unbutton her shirt in response to his aggression as he pulled her underwear from around her ankles and tossed them aside, but she wasn't fast enough.

    When he stood, Helmut yanked the expensive white cotton open and back, exposing her shoulder —the contrast of her skin to the shirt so perfectly arresting his moan was deep as he slid his fingers over the smooth curve, the golden highlights of her sepia tone as delicate as a painting.

    Another pull and her left breast sprang free.

    They made brief eye contact, Christine bitting her bottom lip in anticipation as he bent and cupped the soft underside, raising her breast to his open mouth, sucking her in.

    He pressed the tip of his tongue to her nipple, rolling the sweet, sensitive mound until she was hard and wet between his lips. Christine grabbed a hand full of his hair, hissing when he gently used his teeth and the high note of her moaning inevitably escaped the bathroom.

    What had Val said when they came out? Ew? Yes, she really had a way with words. Zemo paused mid-step wondering just how loud they'd been. He could not have cared less at the time, the only thing that mattered then was how good it felt to be inside of his wife again...

   

    "Open your eyes" He said between breaths, watching her in the mirror. He had his forearm across her neck and his hand on her shoulder to hold her in place. He pressed his other hand flat to her stomach, sighing with a smile.

    She looked so small in his arms, her brows turned down with the pleasure and pain of his determined thrusting. "Look at me" He breathed in her ear, his eyes flicking forward to meet hers in their shared reflection.

    She did with a soft, high pitched whine, like crying without tears as she tried to keep her eyes open and on him.

    If this plane went down he would die a happy man.

    He pulled her closer, driving into her so hard that her breast bounced in rhythm for him to watch in the mirror, his faint smile nearly devious. She tried so hard not to make a sound, but he only fucked harder when she rolled her eyes shut, arched her back and pushed her ass against him, her tight walls clinging to his solid length. He grabbed her hip to the point of bruising as he came, bending over her with a deep breath and a low moan, her own hand reaching back to grab the muscle of his thigh.

    Both of them stood gasping together, sweat glistening along their skin as he laid over her and she pushed the back of her head to his shoulder, smiling, still making those little sounds he knew meant he hadn't completely disappointed her.

    "Sorry." He laughed, breathless as he found her in the mirror.

    Christine grinned and shrugged "Don't apologize." She sighed, turning her head to kiss his cheek. "That was just —hello."