You desperately pushed the back of Steve's shirt up and ran your hands over his exposed skin. Your swollen lips separated from his long enough to say, "please," but it came out as more of a whimper.

You weren't sure how he was able to navigate while kissing you with such urgency, but he managed to carry you through the living room and into his bedroom.

He placed you on the edge of the bed and kicked off his shoes without breaking the kiss. You followed suit, glad you wore sandals instead of sneakers. He swung you around effortlessly to the center of the bed and positioned himself on top of you.

You wrapped your legs around him tighter and rocked your hips against the bulge obviously straining to get out of his pants. He matched your motions, creating just the right amount of friction to drive you crazy. Your clit was pulsing with your desire, and you were aching for him to finally be inside you -- or at least try since you were still skeptical you could handle him.

"Too many clothes," you mumbled into his neck near his ear while you placed kisses and nips there.

He rolled off of you and started taking his shirt off while you laid there for a moment with your eyes closed, dizzy from the amazing things he'd been doing to you, or lack of oxygen from kissing too much and not breathing often enough. You preferred to think the former.

You sat up and pulled your shirt over your head, tossing it onto the floor beside the bed. While you were undoing your jeans, you felt his hands move to your back to unfasten your bra. It slid down your arms and soon joined your jeans, panties and shirt on the floor. You laid on your side, waiting for him to join you.

He sat next to you instead and looked you over slowly from head to toe, running his hand down your side. You couldn't tell what was going on in his head.

“You're really beautiful,” he finally said, brushing your cheek with his fingers.

“I'm sure you've said that to lots of other girls who have ended up in your bed,” you joked, with a smirk.

“I wouldn't say 'lots' by any stretch.” He ran his fingers through his hair and seemed to be holding back something.

“What are you not saying?” You weren't entirely sure you wanted to know, but the curiosity would eat at you if you didn't ask.

“Well, when I said I'd seen other women, I didn't see them like this.” He gestured at your body.

“You mean naked?” You weren't sure how to feel about the direction this conversation seemed to be heading.

“Yeah. They all wanted to get married, have kids, settle down somewhere. None of them asked me to come in after the date was over.”

“I'm sorry. They obviously didn't have a clue what they were missing out on." You paused for a moment. Out of the many things that you thought Steve was since you met him, virgin hadn't been on the list or anywhere near it. "You've never done this before, though? You could have fooled me. How did you know what to do? I mean the things you've done so far have been really, really good.”

A slight blush crept across his cheeks.. “Well, I was on tour with the USO girls during the war and overheard them talking on the bus about their guys back home, and Tony likes to talk about the girls he sees, and I learned how to use the internet to search for things.”

“And you're sure you want to do this?” You definitely wouldn't mind collecting Captain America's v-card, but the thought of being his first regret didn't sit well with you. It would be akin to kicking a puppy.

“Yeah. I've been waiting to do this for a long time. If you still want to, I mean, since I wasn't completely straightforward with you.”

It only took the hopeful look in those captivating blue eyes of his for you to make your decision. “I want to under one condition. You call the shots. This is about what you want."

"Okay," he agreed, pausing pensively. "I want to be, um, inside you. I've always wondered what that would feel like."

"We'll have to take it slow since you're bigger than anyone else I've been with." You wrapped your hand around his cock and tried in vain to make your fingers meet as an illustration.

"I want to...kiss you...down there first. If that's okay."

"I'm pretty sure you'd have trouble finding a girl who wouldn't be okay with that." You laughed and kissed him.

He moved from your lips down to your neck, creating an eager path of sloppy kisses down your torso to your mound where he paused. You moved to rest your legs on his shoulders.

His tongue tentatively explored you before dipping into your entrance. You wrapped your fingers in his hair while he delved into you. He curved his tongue up against the top of your inner wall, finding your g-spot easily.

You moaned loudly and tangled your fingers in his hair. What he was doing simply drove you crazier and left you teetering on the edge. It felt like sweet torment. You weren't going to topple over unless he paid more attention to your clit, though.

"God, I need to come," you begged. "Please."

He moved his tongue to your clit and thrust two fingers in you in its place. His tongue drew circles and shapes you weren't coherent enough to name around your clit. He pushed up under the hood with the very tip of his tongue occasionally, pushing back down so the back of his tongue slid over you. You liked the alternation between smooth and rough.

It didn't take long before you were in the midst of an intense orgasm, digging your heels into his back and clinging to his arms so tight you were sure it was going to leave marks. He pulled away after you stopped trembling and crawled up beside you.

"Wow," you said, unable to form a full sentence.

"It was good?" he asked.

"Mhmm..." You sighed contently and laid your head on his shoulder. "Give me a second, and we'll get to the part you wanted to try."

He turned away and opened his nightstand drawer. He grabbed something and laid it on the bed beside him. You peered over him to see a condom. At least you didn't have to fight him over using protection like you'd had to with some guys in the past. Although with his sexual history, or lack thereof, you didn't really have much to worry about.

"How did you want to do this?" you asked.

"How do you normally do it?"

"Well, there are a lot of different positions. I don't know how many you know about from your...research, but was there anything you do know of that you'd like to try?"

"I'd to eventually try, uh, all of them." He blushed and smiled sheepishly.

"Since you're big, I think it might be easiest for me to be on top at first and take it slow." You grabbed the condom. "Do you know how to put it on?"

"I read the instructions in the box."

"You should be good then."

He opened the wrapper and fumbled with the condom for a moment before getting it on.

You straddled him, pinning his cock between your bodies and leaned forward to kiss him. "You're sure about this?"

"Yeah, I'm sure." He smiled and kissed you again. "I'm ready when you are."

You moved back to your knees and positioned him at your opening. Slowly, you moved down until the head popped in. You winced. The stretch was uncomfortable, but not unbearable.

"I don't want to hurt you," he started.

"No, I'm good. Just have to take it slow," you reassured him.

You sank down a bit more and moved your hand between your legs to find your clit. It would be easier if you could orgasm again.

"Let me." He moved your hand aside and rubbed your already sensitive clit. It wouldn't take much to get you there. "This good?"

"Faster," you moaned.

He obliged. His fingers didn't tease or try to keep you away from the edge, which you liked. Direct was good for the moment. The stretch was a bit distracting, but you focused on your clit and what he was doing with his fingers.

The orgasm was more intense than the previous one. You felt yourself spasm around him and sunk down lower until you fully enveloped him.

He groaned loudly, eyes clenched shut, and grabbed your thigh. His breathing was ragged.

"Did you just?" you asked unnecessarily. He was already softening inside you.

"I'm sorry." He wiped the sweat from his forehead.

You climbed off of him and laid down next to him. "Don't worry about it. You get better at it with practice."

He pulled off the condom and tossed it in the wastebasket next to his bed.

"So, what's your recovery time like?" you asked.

"I don't really know," he admitted.

"I guess we'll find out." You grinned as you wrapped your leg over his side and kissed him.