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You didn’t know how long he’d been down there.
Time had stopped mattering around the third orgasm. Maybe the fourth. Maybe more. Everything blurred together under the weight of Steve’s mouth, his steady rhythm, the maddening patience in his hands, the way he took you apart like he had all the time in the world and nothing else he’d rather be doing.
He had you spread wide on the bed, your back arched and thighs draped over his shoulders, his strong arms looped beneath them to hold you still. Every twitch, every attempt to pull away when the pleasure got too sharp, too overwhelming. But he only held you tighter. Anchored you to the bed like you were his to keep.
Your fingers had long since lost their grip on the sheets. Now they tangled uselessly in the pillows above your head, clenching each time his tongue flicked against your clit with that same lazy precision that drove you insane.
“Steve,” you sobbed, voice wrecked, your hips lifting helplessly off the mattress.
He didn’t respond. Just groaned against you, the sound vibrating through your core, his tongue sliding lower to tease your entrance before circling back up. Then came his fingers- two thick digits pushing in with ease, curling just right, dragging across that spot that had you seeing stars.
Your legs kicked weakly, thighs trembling, breath catching in your throat as another orgasm loomed.
“You’re doing so good,” he murmured against your heat, voice thick with pride. “Gonna give me another, baby?”
You couldn’t answer. Not with words. You just whimpered, your entire body clenching down around his fingers, another wave of heat building impossibly fast.
And when it hit. God, it hit hard. Your vision blurred. Your hips bucked. You cried out his name, nails clawing at the sheets as your body convulsed.
But he didn’t stop.
Even as you squirmed, overstimulated and gasping, Steve kept his rhythm. Kept his fingers curling and twisting, kept his mouth latched around your clit like he was starved for you. He pulled another one from you before you could even catch your breath, and then another; each crest sharper, shorter, more unbearable than the last.
Your skin felt too tight. Your chest heaved. Every nerve in your body was alight with sensation, and still, it wasn’t enough.
You needed him.
You needed more.
“Stevie, please,” you begged, tears welling up, voice breaking apart. “I can’t… I need you.”
That was what finally made him pause. Slowly, achingly, he pulled back from between your thighs, his chin wet, lips slick and swollen, blue eyes blown wide with heat as they locked on yours.
“You need me, huh?” he asked, voice warm and full of that indulgent teasing you both loved and hated.
You nodded frantically, breath catching as he pressed one last kiss to your inner thigh, lips lingering just long enough to make your breath hitch again. Then he moved slow and deliberate his broad frame sliding up the length of your body, leaving a trail of heat in his wake. You felt every inch of him: the ripple of muscle, the way his chest brushed over your peaked nipples, the solid weight of him pressing you into the mattress like gravity itself had chosen sides.
His body blanketed yours, warm and heavy and impossibly steady. One large hand braced beside your head, the other coming up to cradle your cheek with reverence. His thumb ghosted along the corner of your mouth, smearing away the remnants of your tears, and then he leaned in.
The kiss was slow, claiming. Deep enough to make your toes curl, sweet enough to make your heart flutter. You could taste yourself on his tongue, the proof of how thoroughly he'd devoured you and he didn’t let you shy away from it. He groaned low in his throat, like you were the most decadent thing he'd ever tasted, and kissed you again, deeper this time, tongue sweeping past your lips in a way that made your hips instinctively rise toward his.
He smiled against your mouth, smug and fond all at once, before murmuring, "I'd stay down there all night if you'd let me. Taste you until you can't remember your name. You make the prettiest sounds when you fall apart for me." He dragged his lips along your jaw, voice dipping even lower. "But that's not what you want, is it, baby? You want something else, don't you?"
Then, with maddening slowness, he reached between your bodies and wrapped one strong hand around his thick cock, guiding the swollen head to your entrance. He slid it through your folds first, coating himself in your slick, teasing your clit with the head until you whimpered and your hips bucked up instinctively, trying to rock forward and catch the angle just right, desperate to line him up and take more. But Rogers just chuckled softly above you, amused by your neediness. against him.
You knew that look in his eyes. All that lazy confidence, the way he watched your every reaction like he was memorizing it for later. He loved the way you squirmed. Loved how needy you got under the weight of his touch. And god help you, you loved it too. You wanted more than just his tongue tonight. You were greedy. You wanted all of him. The stretch of him, the weight of him, the sweet ache of being filled so completely there was no room left for anything but him. You needed him to ruin you in the best way. To take you apart piece by piece until you were crying his name and begging for more.
Finally, he began to press in.
You cried out at the stretch, the delicious, perfect pressure that made your spine arch off the mattress. The blunt head breached your entrance, forcing your walls to give way inch by thick inch, the burn just enough to make your toes curl.
But he stopped halfway.
Not deep enough. Not nearly enough to satisfy the raw ache pulsing inside you.
Just enough to make you feel it. The blunt fullness teasing your inner walls, leaving you clenching desperately around the intrusion, your body begging for more while he held it just out of reach.
You tried to move, to take him deeper, but Steve's hands were already on your hips, holding you down with an unshakable grip. His strength radiated through his palms, a silent command: stay still. You could feel the heat from his skin searing into yours, the flex of his fingers like iron restraints, keeping you exactly where he wanted you, helpless beneath him.
"Ah-ah," he murmured, voice low, calm, completely in control. "You want all of me?"
You nodded, breathless, throat tightening as the ache inside you deepened.
"Then act like it."
His hips moved in a shallow roll, just the thick head dragging against your walls, grazing your most sensitive spot but never fully pressing into it as he pulled back. The tease sent sparks through your core, made your thighs quake, made the muscles in your abdomen flutter with need. Every movement felt like a cruel kind of worship- painful in its restraint, maddening in its precision.
You let out a whimper, hips twitching, trying to follow him, to steal more, but Steve didn’t let you. Not yet. Eyes fluttering shut, you tried to hide from the intensity, but there was no hiding from it. Your cheeks burned with embarrassed frustration at how easily he reduced you to this needy, trembling, undone by just a fraction of him. Your pride clashed with your craving, and craving won.
"Eyes on me, baby."
Your gaze snapped to his, tears slipping down your temples as you tried to hold it together. The weight of his stare pinned you as thoroughly as his hands. It wasn't enough to give you the release your overstimulated body was starting to crave again.
"You can be a big girl with that mouth, but now you can’t use it?" he teased, voice smooth and calm, like he wasn’t driving you out of your mind. "That mouth that’s always got something smart to say? It’s gone quiet on me now."
His hips kept that slow, maddening pace, shallow thrusts that brushed against your walls and made your core throb, your body reacting to every teasing glide like it was a promise of more. You could feel yourself building again, heat coiling low in your belly despite the lack of depth, the lack of friction. It was infuriating how quickly he had your body climbing, how your nerves lit up from so little. Each subtle movement sent you spiraling further, your body tightening, ready to snap from a tension he hadn’t even fully given you yet.
It was like being edged with his whole body, like he knew just how to make you unravel one breath at a time, just how much to give- and withhold- to keep you trembling right at the edge of bliss.
"Do you want more?"
You nodded again, frantic now, but he only shook his head with a soft cluck of his tongue.
"Uh-uh. You know better than that. Use your words. Look at me and say it."
Your lip trembled. Your voice came out soft, cracked and raw.
"Please, Steve. I want more. I want all of you."
His eyes burned into yours, pride and hunger and something deeper simmering behind the blue. His jaw clenched like he was holding back a growl, and he leaned down, brushing his lips over your cheek before whispering low in your ear, "That’s my girl."
Then he thrust all the way in.
You gasped, the sound caught halfway between a sob and a moan, back arching, legs shaking from the overwhelming stretch. The thick weight of him sank deep inside, the intrusion stealing the air from your lungs, knocking thought and reason straight out of your head. Your walls clenched around him, greedy and trembling, finally filled, finally complete.
"Nhg-ah!!" you cried, your voice breaking on his name.
"There she is," he groaned, the sound rough and low in his chest as he thrust again, deep and smooth, grinding his hips into yours until you whimpered. "My good girl. Now take it. Let me feel how deep you can take me."
You broke.
Every nerve in your body fired at once, your spine bowing and your breath catching sharp in your throat. Your thighs locked around his waist like a vice, trying to pull him deeper even as the wave of climax crested. The stretch of him filled you so completely it left you shaking, your body barely able to contain the flood of sensation ripping through you.
"Fuck- Steve!"
Your walls fluttered around him, squeezing with wave after wave of release, each one stronger than the last as he kept grinding into you, hips moving in a steady, slow drag that prolonged the high until it felt unbearable.
He held you through it, firm and unyielding, his hands never leaving your body. One cupped your cheek, grounding you as your face twisted in bliss. The other held your hip in place, keeping you locked to him, buried to the hilt.
"God, look at that," he groaned, voice thick and reverent. "You always come so hard for me. It’s so easy, isn’t it? Just a few words, a few rolls of my hips... and you're gone."
You whimpered something that might’ve been his name. Maybe just a sob. You weren’t sure anymore.
Your whole body trembled, each aftershock sending smaller spasms through your core, your limbs going limp beneath him. Tears streaked your temples as the pleasure kept cresting, lingering like it never wanted to leave.
But Steve wasn’t done. Not even close.
His hands slid back to your hips, tightening with purpose as he pulled out halfway and slammed back into you with enough force to knock the air from your lungs. Your nails scraped helpless paths down his back as another pulse of sensation knocked the air from your lungs as your oversensitive body flinched from the renewed pressure.
"Told you," he murmured, voice all honey and heat between gritted teeth as he fucked you through the tremors, "you just had to ask right sweetheart.."
He didn’t stop moving.
But it wasn’t brutal. It was worse.
He rolled his hips into you, slow and relentless, the kind of pressure that went deep- so deep it made your toes curl- but not fast enough to give you the release your overstimulated body was starting to crave again. Each drag of his cock stroked against every sensitive spot inside you, hitting nerves that had already been pushed past their limit.
You sobbed, hips instinctively lifting in search of something, more friction, more speed, something to tip you back over. Your mind scrambled, too fogged to form words, but one desperate thought rang clear through the haze: Please, don't stop. I can't take it, but I need it.
But Steve just pressed your hips down harder into the mattress, keeping you exactly where he wanted you, utterly pinned and helpless beneath his weight.
"You asked for more," he murmured against your ear, voice like silk over steel. "Now you're gonna take it."