She pushed herself to her elbows, still breathing heavily, and crooked a finger at him. He shoved his pants down and crawled over her body, kicking them off in one fluid movement. As he leaned down to kiss her, Anita hooked one ankle around the back of his knee and shoved off the bed with the other foot, rolling them over. She sat up, straddling his hips and slowly ground against his arousal with a wicked grin.

"So, Captain," She leaned forward until her lips were inches from his, "you gonna fuck me?" Her hair fell in a curtain around them, tickling Steve's shoulders.

Her hair fell in a curtain around them, tickling Steve's shoulders.

He pulled her into a kiss with one hand at the back of her neck. His other hand slapped down on her ass and pushed down as she ground into him. He released her neck with a chuckle and slid both hands to her waist, letting her take control. Anita reached down and stroked his erection with both hands. She circled her thumb around the head then took it in her fist, her other hand landed on his abs. Bringing the head of his cock to her entrance, she stroked herself with it, teasing Steve. He squeezed his fingers around her waist, impatiently groaning. She winked and slowly lowered herself onto him, releasing a long, drawn out moan.

As she reached the base of his cock, she rolled her hips, scraping her nails against his abs. She continued her movements, riding him, chasing another release. She was nearly there, she could almost taste the pleasure, but was unable to reach it by herself. He reared back his hand and brought it down on the flesh of her ass with a resounding crack.

Looking down, she caught Steve's eye, "Steve, please- I just need a little- I need more." She lifted herself and dropped back down, gasping at the new sensation. She rocked on top of him, and reached between her thighs to take control of her own pleasure. Before she could reach her clit, Steve grabbed her arm with narrowed eyes and twisted it to her chest. He brought her other arm into the same position, holding both in front of her breasts. He took over, bracing both feet on the bed and jerked his hips up, savoring her surprised gasp. He released her arms and slid his palms to her waist. He held her in place as he bucked his hips up into hers, enjoying the bite of her fingernails on his chest. She let out a choked moan and grabbed onto his wrists as he dug his fingers into her soft flesh. He thrust up again, deeper this time, and smiled when he saw her expression. She let her head hang forward, bit her lip and screwed her eyes shut- an expression of intense concentration as he took her closer and closer to her release.

"Fuck, Steve," Anita moaned, collapsing against him, burying her head in his neck. She sucked at the skin there, trying her hardest to mark him, knowing she wouldn't be able to. She held onto his biceps, using the leverage to push her hips back to meet his onslaught of thrusts. He bit into her shoulder, muffling his grunts against her skin and wrapped his arms around her back.

Anita gasped as he rolled them over in one smooth movement. He roughly shoved her calves over his shoulders and leaned forward, folding her nearly in half as he planted his fists beside her head. Holding her in place, he began fucking her at a bruising pace, forcing breathless gasps and pleas for God past her lips. He was even deeper in this angle, stretching her and hitting all the right places with every pump of his hips.

Steve straightened, sliding his hand down her body as he went. Her hip, her abdomen, soft touches, almost gentle. They might have been too gentle if he hadn't gripped her thigh, his fingers biting into flesh with impatience as he held her leg in place, propped over his shoulder.

And thrust back into her.

The sensation that rocked her was more than physical, an awareness of the harsh stretch and hardness of his body. It wasn't new, not exactly, but oddly familiar. This was how he would take her- completely.

For once, Steve was as speechless as Anita felt, his face slack and his eyes almost closed. He dug bruises into her leg as he stilled, buried deep in her body. Neither of them spoke. Neither of them breathed.

Before she could get air into her lungs, his eyes snapped open, searing the space between them as he skated that hand from the tender flesh of her inner thigh to her even more sensitive clit. His thumb slicked in one slow circle, then another. "I've been waiting forever to feel you coming on my dick." He stroked her softly. Too softly. "This was all I could think about on the way home."

"Oh, God." She tried to keep from moving, but her shoulders pressed into the pillows as she arched against him. "I need more."

His thumb stroked faster. Harder. "You trying to tell me what to do again?"

"No, I-" Control. She needed it, but her body didn't care. All she cared about now was the way his hips flexed, grinding his cock deeper inside her.

"Give me this, baby." His voice was a coaxing rumble, the gentleness a thin mask over hard command. Each time he rocked into her was a little rougher as his patience unraveled. "Tell me what you want from me. Tell me how you want me to fuck you."

"You know how I want it." She barely recognized her own voice, low and strained. "You always know." Every muscle trembled, as much with tension as with bliss, a heavy anticipation that tangled her in knots."

He rewarded her confession with a long thrust that drove a cry from her throat. He released her thighs and let her slide her legs down to wrap around his hips. "Next time, I'll tie you open like this." It sounded like a promise-to himself or her, she couldn't tell. "I'll fuck you slow. For hours until you're begging me to stop."

Next time, because this had to be fast. Anita drew in a shaking breath and clenched her fists, digging her nails into her palms. "Steve."

Another thrust. "I'll tie you up and suck your clit." Again, harder. "Fuck you with my fingers, or something else. Maybe I'll even let you pick. Wood or glass or steel."

Every word was a tease, a weapon, and knowing he was desperate enough to use them shook her restraint. One more quick thrust destroyed it, curling her toes as a throb of pleasure tore through her.

The noise that escaped her was barely human, all primal need and naked desire. Too much, too open, but she couldn't think enough to care, not with Steve riding her release, dragging it out with the kind of fucking she'd never imagined he'd like. Hard and demanding, their hips slamming together, the sound raw and slick.

Better. It could get even better, and all she had to do was reach for it. "Please." Anita clawed at his arms and bucked, sheer animal hunger driving away everything but him. "Please, baby-"

He hooked his hands under her shoulders, holding her closer. Pulling her onto his cock with every thrust. He shuddered, one hand sliding higher. His fingers tangled in her hair, hauling her head back, and a shudder ripped through her, too. "Is this how you like it? Hard and rough?"

"Yes." She could still taste herself on his lips with every hurried kiss. It was raw and loud and so, so real.

He ground in a circle, forcing her to feel every inch, how deep he could get. "You like my cock shoving into you?"

"Yes," she choked out.

Groaning, he withdrew until the head of his cock barely pressed against her. "Say it," he whispered roughly, and the need in his voice was so desperate, so naked-

Her whimpers turned into choked moans and then into incoherent pleas. "You have to-please. Please, Steve-God, you have to-" She clamped even tighter around him, pulling him closer and deeper. He was everywhere. On top, around, inside. But she needed more.

It should have been impossible to feel more pinned, more helpless, but the new angle was brutally sharp, and so deep. So full, and nothing held back. Anita opened her eyes and focused on his face, on his almost pained expression as he sped his thrusts, rough and frantic. He ground against her with every thrust, riding her clit until she saw red.

The world was hazy around the edges, dulled by ecstasy, But Steve was in perfect focus. She could see him as clearly as she could feel him-intense, fierce.

Hers.

"Steve, I'm there, I'm cumin- Oh god!" She pushed at his shoulders, lips open in a silent scream, and wordlessly lost her mind. Her entire body went stiff with her second orgasm, her legs clamped around him, holding him as a willing prisoner. He adjusted his arms and stilled, letting her ride out her orgasm. She arched impossibly, pressing every inch of damp, flushed skin against his body. And she clung to him, moaning and whimpering as each gently movement held her on the precipice. Her eyes lost focus as her body relaxed again. She stroked her palms down his sweaty chest as she came down from her release. The sudden constriction of her muscles around his cock sent Steve over the edge moments after

He gave in, gave her everything, driving home one last time as he buried his face in her neck. "Christ, Annie."

"I love you." She said it with her mouth close to his ear, a whisper just for him, and he didn't deserve any of this. Not her body or her mind-and especially not her perfect fucking heart.

Something inside him snapped. He sat back and dragged her up against his body, one steely arm banding around her waist her chest, supporting her weight as his hand curled over her hip to anchor her in place. She sank onto him with a violent shudder.

The next thrust was hard. Wild. He slammed into her, growling in her ear, the sound eclipsing the slap of his hips against hers as he came.

"Oh, fuck, Annie- I'm about t- Fuck," He thrust one last time and collapsed to his elbows- holding himself over her body, and dropped his forehead against her shoulder. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him down, ignoring his protests about not wanting to crush her.

They lay pressed against one another, hands gently stroking and sliding over damp skin. The sweat began to cool on her skin as they lay motionless in the dark room. A gentle shiver ran through her body, and she pulled her legs closer, tangling them with Steve's legs to steal some of his body heat.

"Are you cold?" He asked, looking up at her.

"No," She hugged him around the neck, "I have you as my blanket."

Steve laughed and kissed her shoulder as she gently combed her fingers through his hair, giggling when his beard rasped against her skin.

"Something funny?" He joked, as he purposefully dragged his cheek across her collarbone. She squirmed and pushed at his shoulders, rolling him off her, and laughed at the feel of his facial hair as he rolled off her.

"I brought Thai." She sat up, stretching, and swept her hair off her shoulders. "And I need to shower."

"How 'bout we forget the food and I join you?" Steve shot her a devilish smirk and crossed his arms behind his head, watching her.

"How 'bout not?" She leaned over to kiss him, slipping away with a mischievous smile as he tried to grab her and pull her closer.

She shot him a wink over her shoulder, and snatched his T-shirt from the edge of the bed, yanking it on as she walked to the bathroom.

As Anita stepped out of the bathroom, she was met with the mouth watering sight of a shirtless Captain America sitting on their bed with a container of Thai take-out. She smirked to herself and shook her head as she hopped onto the bed next to him, commandeering his fork to spear a slice of mushroom.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Well," she said, chewing the bite, "I was trying to decide what looked better- you or the Thai."

"Yeah?" Steve leaned back against the headboard with a grin, waiting for her answer.

"Mhmm" She stuck the fork back into the container in his hand for another bite, "Definitely the Thai."

"Wow," he dragged out the word sarcastically. "You know what, you're gonna need to get your own fork because of that." He said, grabbing his fork out of her hand as he nodded at the side table, where he'd place a second takeout container and a fork for her.

She laughed at his response and leaned over to get her food. They ate in silence, mindlessly staring at the TV- watching as the characters of some black-and-white film lit up cigarettes on rainy street corners. Steve tended to watch black and white movies- claiming that modern films had too many explosions and pop-culture references for him to enjoy them.

"How was work?" Steve asked, as Anita leaned over him to place her half-finished Thai food on the side table and pick up a water bottle.

"I mean, CIA's no SHIELD," she shrugged and took a sip, "but someone needs to keep an eye on them. Did you guys find what you were looking for?" She knew to keep her questions vague so Steve wouldn't have to lie to her.

"You could say that," Steve dropped his empty container next to and stretched his arms. "It didn't go as smoothly as I wanted."

"I mean, obviously" she gently stroked a fading bruise on his chest with her fingertips. He took the bottle from her and took a sip.

"Part of the job," he shrugged, sliding off the bed and collecting the food and silverware to take them into the kitchen.

As he left the room, Anita turned off the TV and flung the sheets back to get comfortable among the pillows. Steve walked back in while she was setting an alarm on her phone and got in next to her, pulling the blankets up around them. She turned to plug her phone into the charger and abandoned it to slide into Steve's arms, resting her forearms against his chest.

"I missed you," she said, leaning closer to kiss him as she brushed his hair away from his eyes. "I'm glad you're back."

Steve kissed her back and hugged her close, "I"m always glad to come back to you."

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