What force of evil would have him show her the very definitions of ecstasy for her not to have the ability to bask in it over and over again at her every request? The things Steve had shown her had her mind racing all day and some evil fate had him out with Tony (begrudgingly) and Natasha for most of the days' duration, ‘saving the world’.
If only he knew what she had been trying to achieve in the time he had been away. Hands frustratingly working for sweet release, showerheads working overtime to find her sweet spot, pillows folded between her thighs trying to find the right amount of pleasing friction. Yet nothing succeeded to get her over that very edge that she had spilled over time and time again under the light of the moon the night before.
Steve had reduced her to hormones, greed, need, lust and desire. No amount of wine could shake the want, either. Peggy considered two of her best bottles of red wasted. Not only that, he had left her dependent on him for relief and release… and the first thing he said to her when he returned home, catching her in the shower pleasuring herself had been a simple instruction to ‘kneel’.
Peggy smirked pulling her fingers from herself, and stood, mostly so he could take her in. So he could prepare himself. “And if I dont?” Peggy challenge him, head tilt. “And– No hello? Your mother never teach you any manners, Rogers?” She teased, clearly, despite her feeling sober, the alcohol still made her mouth move faster than her mind. Her tone was low though, laced lasciviously only one he had heard over the nights. The one that made him red in the face.
“You were supposed to be saving the world and you were out there dreaming of the way it was going to feel with your cock in my mouth. Poor, poor America’s babies reduced to nothing but extra protien. So reckless, Steve.” She snorted, “Did you know Phillips listed me as a weakness of yours back in the war? I wasn’t entirely sure until I saw your compass… and last night, the way you said my name as you came is a sound I want to hear for the entirety of my existence, Steve. ” She ran her hands over her skin, her collar bone, down to the curve of her breast, further south– stopping at her navel. “I can’t do it myself.” She figured theres a mental block there, one apparently only he seemeed to make her comfortable enough to submit to. Then pleading, Peggy says just above a whisper, to the normal ear the sound wouldn’t survive the noise of the shower; but she knows he would hear. “Show me again, Captain Rogers?”
Then came the second ‘kneel’.
The command alone brought the floor to her knees. The spray of the shower created perfect little glistening beads of water all over her skin. The tone of his voice alone let her know that he had a rough day whether the close proximity to Tony for hours on end had agitated him or the fight itself had been tough, though he doesn't seem physically hurt as he began to undress in front of the shower entrance. The clenching and tension in his jaw insinuated tonight he had plans to unwind in ways that involved her and the insistent ache between Peggy's legs would finally be soothed.
Her eyes look upward to meet with his, catching his gaze with a sultry bite to her lips, marvelling as each piece of discarded clothing revealed more and more of him until finally, his hands reach the belt buckles of his suit leaving him bare. Then, when he stepped inside she wasted no time wrapping her lips around him beginning a steady pace. She watched as he sighed heavily, head falling back clearly enjoying the way she felt on him. Her eyes trailed over his body at the way his chest moved when his breathing was ragged and unsteady. The way his Adam's apple raised when he swallowed. She took her time, making sure to take him deep, branding her lipstick at the base of him. Swallowing around him and lightly using her tongue to trace over each vein she found. “When you fuck me after this--” Peggy began, “I want you to pull my hair. Hard-- and dont you dare stop until the only thing that matters in this world is us.”
