I'm Iron Man, And I'm Agent Coulson

Chapter 124 Reacquainted

I clenched Tony's hand in my lap, while the erotically charged air rippled between us, engulfing the small cab. My skin was uncomfortably hot, and chafed against my clothes, while Tony fidgeted next to me.
"So you feel it too," I squeaked, and cleared my throat.
"Yep, why do you think I'm speeding right now?" He chortled.
"You don't wanna talk first, we should," my breathy voice replied, as I clenched my thighs together, "and I'm wounded," I purred absently, not really giving a shit about my neck and side.
He grabbed my hand and placed it between his legs. A small growl rumbled in my throat, as his hard shaft pressed against my palm.
"Does it feel like I wanna talk, we can talk during for all I care," he moaned, as my grasp tightened, embrazened by his moan and obvious need, "and I'll be gentle.."
"Pff, really? You do realize that having sex after we fight has become a norm for us?" I asked, and licked my lips.
"So I've noticed, but it seems to work," he joked, and pushed his hips into my palm.
"No argument there, but isn't there a nice hotel halfway between here and the tower?" I whispered, unable to wait either.
"Yes, as a matter of fact there is," he groaned.
"I'm game if you are," I cooed, and sat back against me seat. I unzipped my sweater, and shifted against the seat belt, "but we need to talk afterwards..."
He snickered, "babygirl, you have a deal."

Thirty minutes later

"We need a room, now," Tony ordered and handed the clerk his card. His other hand brushed against the front of my shorts, and I immediately grabbed his hand.
"Oh my gosh Mr. Stark, yes of course sir, we weren't expecting you," the female clerk blushed, and began typing away, "and luckily I do have a suite available, that hopefully up to standard for you, unfortunately it's the newlyweds suite, I hope that's okay?"
"Sounds perfect," he answered, and gave the girl a megawatt smile.
"Of course sir, uh are you checking any bags?" She continued, while I tapped my feet against the gold tile, impatiently.
"Nope, and we're in kind of a hurry, so I'll just take the key, and you can keep my card till we decide to leave," he commanded, and pulled me into his side, as the young woman's mouth dropped open, but she scurried to get the key cards, and handed them to Tony, "thanks sweetheart."
We ran down the hall, panting by the time we reached the open elevator, but I sank into him as soon as the doors closed. The doors opened and closed behind us, letting people on, or off, as we headed to the top floor, but we ignored their snickers and interruptions until we reached our destination.
He barely got the door closed behind us before I was pushed up against the wall, with Tony firmly nestled between my legs. His hands pulled at my shorts and swiftly removed them from my body. I wasn't wearing underwear, which he thought was hilarious, and dragged me to the bed with his lips and hands.
The bed was way too big, but he pinned my body down with his, and ripples of muscle flexed all over his frame. My eyes scrunched up at the swift pain in my side, but I pushed aside the pain, refusing to let anything stand in my way.
"I really wish you weren't wounded right now," he sighed, but didn't move, "especially after a week.."
Our eyes met over harsh gasps, and moans. The air stilled again, as if waiting for us to move, but I ran my palm over his eyes, nose and chin, and pulled his lips down on mine.
I didn't wait to fully undress him, just unzipped his pants and guided him to my entrance.
"Don't stop, even if you can't go anymore, don't stop," I pleaded, and tilted my hips down, "I need you, I don't give a fuck about my ouchie."
"You read my mind," he agreed, and plunged in, "and ouchie?.."

For over an hour, soft desperation enveloped our bodies. There was no him, there was no me, just what we were doing. Lips and calloused hands left their marks over our skin, but we kept going, egging each other on, and shouting confessions at one another. His need for me could be felt, and I  met his strength and fevered desperation. He gripped my bottom, and bit down on my shoulder, while I squirmed and begged him for more. My bullet wound flared and ached, and he stopped a few times to make sure I was okay, but I loved him like this, pouring all his fears, worries and guilt, into our lovemaking. I embraced it, and my body only flew higher with the slight stings. My legs shook, and sweat made our bodies slippery, and hot, but we didn't care. No, we were too busy losing ourselves to the noise, and bursts of light.
After another thirty minutes, Tony collapsed on top of me, out breath, and burning up. His heart thumped against my stomach, and I settled down in the soft mattress, trying to catch my breath, and alleviate the pain in my side.