Steve Rogers thought he was one of the lucky ones but Natasha Romanoff, well, she thought that she was terribly misfortunate and she would love to kick fate's ass. In a world where soulmates are real, unequivocal marks etched on skin signifying an i...
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The waves crashed along the coastline, white sand and blue water as far as the eye could see. The sun was just rising over the horizon, painting the sky in a dazzling array of colors as birds flew overhead. It had been Tony's idea to take a vacation, to take a well-deserved break from S.H.I.E.L.D. and the precarious missions awaiting the Avengers when they returned from the beach house. He and Pepper had convinced almost everybody to join them on an all-expenses-paid trip to their private estate on the coast of Miami, an offer nobody could refuse. Even the Maximoff twins - Wanda and Pietro - had tagged along and were enjoying themselves.
The Quinjet had landed two nights ago and mostly everybody was sleeping in, something they hardly got to do as superheroes, but Natasha and Steve, well... they were already wide awake.
"God damn, Nat!" Steve moaned through gritted teeth, his hands grasping at the comforter as she slapped her hand over his mouth. He was trying to be quiet - he really was - but she was just so perfect, her eyes rolling into the back of her head and her legs shaking as she hooked them over his shoulders. He thrust inside her harder, deeper, the ball of heat flaming in his core as he drove them closer and closer to the edge.
The headboard hit the wall rhythmically, but she hardly registered that. All she could focus on was him, the way her wet cunt clenched around him, the way he moaned and kissed the palm of her hand as she covered his mouth. She lifted her hips with each thrust, making him go even deeper and harder, hitting a spot inside her that had her seeing stars. "St-Steve... I'm gonn-... ugh!" She whimpered, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip because Maria and Sam were staying in the suite next to theirs. He was splitting her wide open - making her his - and she was so happy and sexed-up that she could die. "Cum for me," she groaned. The pressure and heat building inside her was nearly unbearable, making her twist and squirm, shake and tremble. When she was connected with him, she swore that heaven existed right fucking there.
His head was spinning, his vision blurry as he stared down at her beautiful face scrunched with mind-blowing pleasure. He was trying to hold back, to bring her to her orgasm first because it was always about her. She was his world, and he would give her orgasm after orgasm before he ever reached his own. This time, however, they would cum together. Her wet cunt quivered around his cock, her silk dripping between them and down their thighs... they were so close. He wanted to taste her, to pull out just to make her orgasm with his tongue, but they had another four days for that. Four days to do whatever they wanted, even if that was fucking each other until they both passed out. Who knew the one thing to break a super-soldier would be sex with the woman he loved more than anything?
"Stev-..." She began to shout, but he bent down to kiss her because he knew they'd never hear the end of it if someone heard them through the walls.
He was balls-deep inside her, the tip of his cock ready to pop as he stared down at her, his eyes wide in awe. He fumbled between them, pressing down on her clit, and they were right there. Together. Thrusting inside her as deep as he could, he came inside her as she came around him, clawing at his back and arching off the bed as tears streamed down her cheeks. He knew it was the best kind of tears just like the ones in his eyes - the only acceptable kind of tears.
