Discovery// Helmut Zemo // (2)

16. Join the club...

'I am assuming you have a plan?' Carmen questioned as they walked through the sewers.

"I have half a plan.' Zemo told her.

'Only half?' Carmen teased. 'whats the first half?'

"No I have the second half of the plan.' Zemo corrected and Carmen's laugh echoed through the sewers.

'That... that my dear is very not useful.' Carmen told him.

'I was thinking we improvise the first part.' Zemo told her as they emerged into the light. 'I already called Olzenik the plane will be here soon.' He told her as they walked.

'Where are we going?'

'Sokovia.' Zemo told her.

'No.' Carmen told him pulling him to a stop. 'they will look there.' she reminded him. 'you will worst case scenario bucky will try to kill you, best case scenario you get taken back to a cell, the raft, wakandan prison!' Carmen told him.

'I know, but a life on the run is no life. You deserve more.' Zemo told her.

'I don't mind a life on the run.' Carmen told him.

'Lets not think about that, it's a long flight...' he said pulling her along.

"You have in flight entertainment for me?' she teased, leaning into him as they walked.

'I had an idea.' Zemo smiled back at her.

++

They took, high into the air and it had been a whirlwind of a past few weeks. Zemo nodded to Olzenik and he shut the cabin door, Zemo pulled carmen to him.

They kissed, long and slow, their tongues stroking, their bodies pressing together tightly.

On a whimpered moan she melted, the fabric of her dress a cool caress against his heated skin. He took my time, licking and sucking, nipping and soothing, relishing every moan and sigh. Fuck, he needed her under him. He turned around, guiding her back toward the lavish chair of the jet, slowly easing her back, but her lips stuck to his.

Filthy kisses full of hungry, gasping need. With slow, deliberate movements he ran his hands over the curves of her body, finding the zipper of her dress.

He allowed his hands to roam down her rib cage and hips, slipping his hands under the hem of her dress, the edges of her panties silk against his palms. He savored the smooth curve of her backside as she sucked his earlobe, balancing her hands on his thighs, dangerously close to his crotch, pulling him closer.

Pleasure coiled through her, tighter and tighter, centering on her clit and the slow circling of his thumb there. She pressed her fingers hard against the seat, desperate for more leverage to force him to finish this. So close. His hand drops away and then his voice is in her ear, low and rougher than she had ever heard it.

With two fingers, he spread her lips wide. his other hand glides up her stomach to palm her breasts, her nipple pebbled already, and when he pinched it there, she bucks.

"Zemo," His name from her lips is a prayer, a plea.  He responded as any Baron would, by flicking her bared clit with his tongue. He did it again, and again, pausing between each flick, letting her desire build and writhe like the beast that has been thrashing in his chest since meeting her. Only when she is panting his name—"Zemo, Zemo, Zemo," does he latch his lips to her clit and suck. He shoved three fingers into her tight hole, pumping rapidly as he sucked hard, drawing the whole of her clit into his mouth. She twitches and cries out, but he doesn't yield, he never yields, her pleasure his only goal. Wanting to make this last as long as possible because he knew his fate. Her clit swelling in his mouth and her vagina walls throbbing around his plunging fingers. 

Arching back against the chair as much as she is able, the pain twining with pleasure that she had no way to describe. The earlier denied orgasm rolls over her, and her breathless cries morph into a single word. His name. Zemo.

She nodded, loving when he covered her body with his, his filthy mouth demanding long, mind-blowing kisses while his hands stroked and caressed, driving her wild with wanting.

'Zemo' she panted, nipping at his lips. "Please." He chuckled darkly, a hand snaking between them to guide his cock along her labia.

"You're sure?" He teased and pressed in to her clit, rubbing slow circles.

"Yes," she breathed, her head dropping back. "Stop teasing me." He dragged his cock down to press against her core, working himself into her in one long, slow thrust.

Then the orgasm hit her robbing her of breath, pleasure ripped through her body like fire through a forest, searing everything it touched. Zemo grunted as he came, his pulsing dick driving her higher before she shattered once again.

In a flop of exhausted limbs, he collapsed into her, relishing Zemo's weight encompassing her. An easy silence settled between them, their breathing slowing, skin cooling. His fingers drew lazy patterns across her skin. His mouth pressed tiny kisses to her shoulder and neck.

'I was wrong.' Zemo told her quietly.

'Mmm?' she questioned breathing him in.

'You are more delicious than I ever could have imagined.'