His Inheritance

Allies & Demons

It was still dark outside when you woke up the next morning. You were warm. Very warm. And you felt heavy.

By the time his lips pressed to yours, you were already underneath him. Your husband. His kisses were light, teasing. His hands were skimming over your body, beneath the sheer blue negligee you'd worn to bed, seeking out all your hidden places.

When you felt like you couldn't breathe, you broke the kiss. Your eyes were still blurry from sleep. As your fingers tried to sweep the dust from your eyes, Steve chained kisses over your jaw, down to the sensitive skin of your neck. It felt nice...

Steve lifted from you long enough to grab the hem of your negligee and ease it up and off you. It was enough for the chill of the room to brush your skin, had you shivering in his hold. The whine that escaped your lips had him chuckling as he draped himself back over you, warm and solid.

"I'll warm you up, Princess," Steve whispered.

When his lips wrapped around one of your nipples, your eyes flew open. His tawny hair was in random spikes about his head, the black and green ink of his intricate tattoos covered his broad shoulders and heavily muscled arms. Your hands slid up his arms, enjoying the smooth warmth of his skin. When his tongue lashed at the tight center of your breast, it had you shifting under him restlessly. When he pulled that tip deeper into his mouth, you felt it deep in your core.

You didn't mean to moan at that, but your brain wasn't fully awake yet.

Steve dropped kisses on your other breast, not pausing, and slid a hand between your thighs. While he teased that nipple the same way, his hands peeled down your panties, his hips pressing into the cradle your thighs made for him.

"Steve?"

"Hmm?" He didn't pause in teasing your breast.

Your heart was speeding up and you were trying to pull in oxygen. "It's early."

Lifting his head, Steve smiled at you. Beautiful bastard. "I always get up early."

When he nudged the hard length of his cock against the center of you, you slid your hands to his chest. Trying to ease him back.

"But you're not getting up," you pointed out, your voice scratchy from sleep.

"Not yet." He stole a lusty kiss from you, slow and deep. "Not until I've had you."

You huffed out a breath at that. He was dropping kisses over your ribs, down to your tummy.

"Steve, I'm a little sore."

You weren't lying. You'd done this yesterday when you woke up. After that, Dyson brought you breakfast in bed, and you'd gone for a long soak in the tub. Steve had been occupied until dinner. As soon as dinner was done, Steve had been all over you until he got you in bed. At least you'd reminded him to use a condom that time.

You must have fallen asleep right after that. You barely remembered going to the bathroom, finding another of those mercilessly tiny lingerie things to wear.

More kisses over your lower lips, his tongue diving into your folds there. Your thighs tensed around his shoulders as he settled in, finding your clit with his tongue so fast your brain was scrambling.

"Steve, please?"

On a deep sigh, he gazed up at you. One rough finger still traced through your slit, the embarrassing amount of wetness there.

"I am sore," you pleaded with him.

You weren't sure you liked the smirk that earned you. "Want to learn something new?"