Chapter Thirteen

Shattered Expectations

Natasha turned around in his arms and raised her head toward his lips. Steve eagerly responded, and soon they were locked in a passionate kiss. Neither of them was content to just kiss though, and within seconds, their hands were busily groping each other's body.

Natasha felt her desire flaring up from deep inside, and she reached between Steve's legs to unzip his pants. His hardened manhood tumbled out in an instant, and she greedily snatched it up in her hand. Steve panted as she stroked him. He grabbed her right breast, massaging it, but that wasn't enough for either of them.

No more words needed to be said. In another moment, Steve's hands were on her tank top, helping her pull it off. It was barely over Natasha's head when Steve moved forward, backing Natasha against the wall. She quickly pulled down her shorts and stepped out of them. This moment had been long in coming, and she didn't want to delay it any more than she had to.

She still had her panties on, but she guided Steve's hand to them. He petted her in the sensitive area between her legs, teasing her, before he slipped his fingers underneath her panties and yanked them aside. Then he leaned in, and Natasha had to clench her teeth as she felt his considerable girth entering her.

Oh shit. Fuck...

Maybe she should've stopped for some lube. It was a challenge holding him in, and the force of his manly thrusts was almost more than she could take. But Natasha liked a challenge, and besides, she was screwing Captain America.

"Yes...That's it..." She wrapped her arms around his back, and then her legs, allowing him to hold her up against the wall as he continued to pump her.

It was hard for her to focus, and the only thing she felt besides Steve was her sweat and the increasing tightness of every muscle in her body. "Keep going," she told him. "Keep going..."

He suddenly pulsated inside of her, and Natasha felt the hot surge of his climax. And just like that, it was over. Steve awkwardly set her feet back on the floor, and to make matters worse, he pulled out completely.

"Oh God," he said as he looked away in embarrassment. "I'm sorry...That was –"

"Your first time," Natasha said, finishing his sentence for him. He had done so well, up until the very moment when he had blown his load far too early. Perhaps it had been for the best. Natasha suddenly noticed how sore she felt from his superhuman embrace, and she didn't know if she could take another fucking. She was still hungry though, and she wanted more. Smiling, she placed her hand on his cheek and turned his face back toward hers. "You did good, Steve. Let's go again."

Steve smiled back. "You sure about that ma'am?"

Natasha gave him an eager nod.

"Here, let me take you to the bed." Steve picked her up with his strong arms and carried her across the room. Reaching the bed, he gently set her facedown so that her upper body could rest on top of her pillow. "Thought I'd try this position again. Hope you don't mind."

"No. Go ahead." Despite her words, Natasha was nervous as she lay there facing her headboard. She was still battling some cellulite back there, and she felt very self-conscious about it. Would Steve be turned off now that he could see the parts she had tried so hard to hide?

Her fears were allayed though as she felt him taking hold of her rear. Steve moved his hands over it, massaging it with both tender care and desire. He worked her ass like he wanted it, more so than even the breasts that Natasha had so often taken pride in.

"I love your butt," Steve said as he leaned in behind her. He had said that in a way that made it easy for her to believe.

Natasha heard him breathing in, before he buried his face into her rear. Steve dug his lips into her flesh, like a man eating something that he had long craved for. The physical sensation, along with the situation itself, caused Natasha to giggle. "Wow, Steve. Never thought you'd stoop to kissing ass."

"I aim to please," he said as he came up for a few moments of air.

Steve resumed his foreplay, carrying on for a little bit more before he straightened up and climbed over her. He placed his hands on her sides, taking a firm grip before he began to slide himself in behind her.

Once again, Natasha struggled to hold herself together as she felt the power of his thrusts. She felt as if she might be split in two. Her strained breathing must have been audible, because Steve slowed himself down.

"Am I hurting you?" he asked, sounding concerned.

"I, I can take it."

"It's okay. You don't have to." Steve took one hand off her side and slowly ran it along her cheek.

His touch was so strong, yet so soothing. Natasha gave in to its comfort and took a long, deep breath.

Steve began to thrust again, slower this time but with more skill and confidence. His manhood still barely squeezed through the confines of her body, but now it no longer felt rough. He had achieved harmony with her, moving as if their bodies were one.

This is really happening, Natasha thought as she suddenly appreciated the fact that Steve Rogers was making love to her. It was like a dream come true, only better than any dream she had ever had. She began to weep again, but this time they were tears of joy.

Even those powerful feelings soon gave way though, as the tension mounted within Natasha's body once more. It was concentrated in her stomach, but especially between her legs. Her fingers dug into the mattress as she stiffened and felt wet all over. She began to black out for moments at a time, no longer able to consciously think about how great it all felt.

Suddenly Steve thrust himself forward one last time, extra deep, exploding into orgasm just as Natasha did. "Yes," Natasha said. "Yes! Oh yes!" She moaned out loud, overwhelmed by the ripples pulsating out from her most sensitive areas and throughout the rest of her body.

Then she collapsed, sinking into her pillow as she gasped for breath.

Steve stayed in her for a few moments more, caressing her body with his hands before he finally pulled out. "Holy shit," he said as he turned and fell on his back next to her. "That was amazing. You have no idea how fucking long I've waited for this."

Natasha turned her head toward him and smiled. "My goodness, Steve," she said, feigning disapproval. "You're cursing like sailor."

"Soldier," he said as he grinned in response. He reached over and placed his hand on her shoulder.

"Well I thought you were better than this, soldier."

"Everyone thinks I'm Captain America. That I'm this clean cut role model all the time. Truth is, I'm just a kid from Brooklyn."

"And what am I?"

"You're Natasha Romanoff. I love you just the way you are. You don't have to be anything else."

Natasha sighed. "That's not entirely true, Steve. Other people have their expectations of me. I do have to get back in shape. For my job, if nothing else."

Steve nodded in response. "Okay. I'll help you do it if that's what you want. But we're gonna do it right. No more skipping meals."

"Deal." They smiled at each other again, before Natasha crawled over to him.

He wrapped his arms around her as she laid her head on his chest. The two of them lay together silently for the next few minutes, snuggling and feeling secure in each other's embrace.

"I'm really looking forward to being with you," Steve finally said.

"Why is that?"

"If this is your worst, then I wanna see you when you're average."

"Just average?"

"We're average a lot more often then we're great." Steve squeezed her as he tilted his head and kissed her on the cheek.

"Go on, you don't have to wait for me," Steve said as he stood by the waffle maker in the cafeteria.

"Alright," Natasha said with a smile. "Think I'll go grab some eggs."

She walked over to the next section, happy to see that the people there were already taking off with their orders. It had been too long since she had allowed herself the simple pleasure of fried eggs in the morning.

"Scrambled or over easy?" the female cook muttered, before she groaned and raised her head. Her eyes suddenly widened, and so did Natasha's.

"Fox?" Natasha asked, stunned by the sight of her rival. "What are you doing here?"

"This was Hill's idea. Said I was getting off easy."

"How long are you here for?"

"Until I learn my lesson. Whenever that's supposed to be." Fox looked down and sighed, already looking strained by her new and unenviable assignment. "Now scrambled or over easy?"

Natasha smiled, suppressing an urge to laugh out loud. "Think I'll try sunny side up. Steve likes his that way."

The end.

Author's Note: Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed that!