Steve rolled you over onto your back and climbed on top of you. His tongue slipped into your mouth, brushing against yours unhurriedly. You hooked your legs around his, tilting your hips back slightly.

He pressed his already hardening member against your clit. You squirmed around him to move him toward your entrance. Virgins didn't tend to have any STIs, not that he could probably catch any with the serum regardless. That was your biggest reason to insist on protection.

This was an exception to the rule of not trusting men to be honest. You couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to feel him bareback.

He broke the kiss and mumbled into your ear, “I don't want to get you pregnant.”

“I take birth control,” you replied into his ear, nipping the lobe.

He furrowed his brow. “I don't know.”

“We can use protection if it would make you more comfortable.” You kissed his jawline down to suck on the sensitive skin of his neck, salty from sweat produced by your previous activities.

He groaned. “I, I...” Instead of completing his sentence, he pushed the head of his cock into you. He inhaled sharply. “That feels...wow.”

“Yeah, it does,” you agreed, rocking your hips against him, trying to take him deeper.

He slowly buried himself inside you and paused when he was completely engulfed in your very wet heat. His eyes were closed and seemed to be rolling up into the back of his head.

You experimentally squeezed him with your inner muscles. You were rewarded with a shudder and what would probably qualify as a whimper. It was strange to hear Captain America whimper.

“Don't do that yet. Give me a minute.” He pressed his forehead against yours. “You have no idea what you're doing to me.”

“I think I might have an inkling,” you responded with a chuckle.

He withdrew a bit. “I'm not sure how long this is going to last.”

“Well, you already beat your previous record,” you joked.

His thrusts were slow and long. You moved your hips to meet his thrusts quicker and harder, encouraging him to increase the pace.

"Fuck me like you mean it," you commanded, biting his neck and digging your nails into him to show him what you meant.

“I, uh...okay, we'll do it your way,” he said eventually, pushing himself up to adjust the angle. He completely withdrew and slammed into you with a single hard and fast thrust, hopefully a preview of what was to come. “Give me your hands.”

You offered your hands to him. He used one of his large hands to grasp your wrists and push them up against the headboard, firmly but not painfully. You didn't expect him to go along with it and gave him a small pleased grin. You licked your lips and looked into his eyes expectantly.

He thrust into you again. The pace he set was harder and faster than you'd ever experienced before. It verged and trickled over the edge into painful, but the pleasure overrode any other sensations that were coursing through your body. You'd found the ideal partner for rough sex. If you could, you'd personally send a thank you note to Dr. Erskine.

Steve obviously wasn't holding back much, if at all. It was very arousing to see a man who you'd always thought of as so restrained and proper coming undone inside you. You weren't going to be able to walk straight, but it was worth it. Entirely worth it.

You couldn't focus on anything coherently other than the feel of him crashing into you before withdrawing completely, only to repeat a moment later.

That imposing cock of his was forcing you to accommodate it over and over again, stretching you until you couldn't possibly be stretched anymore. It was making you submit to its carnal desires while your hands were suspended over your head underneath his impossibly strong grasp, rendering you helpless.

"Come for me," he demanded huskily.

"What will you do if I don't?" you asked breathlessly, wondering how he'd respond.

"I'll, I'll....fuck you harder until you can't take it anymore," he blurted out. His face grew more flushed. You were pretty sure he was very embarrassed. Dirty talk wasn't one of his fortes. Yet.

You suppressed your grin at his blush. "I need you to touch my clit," you begged.

He released your hands and moved to kneel in front of you, pulling your body up off the bed until it was lined up with him again. His cock sunk deep into you, and he started thrusting at his previous pace.

He grabbed one of your legs by the ankle and placed it on his shoulder, changing the angle slightly. One of his hands held onto your thigh while the other moved between your legs, rubbing your clit roughly.

"Come," he demanded again.

"Give me a second," you breathed.

Instead of giving you a second, he thrust into you harder, his fingers digging into sensitive skin as he rubbed your clit in quick circles. It wasn't going to take much of this.

"God!" you sobbed as he brought you over the edge, pleasurably, painfully, but most of all intensely. Your head spun, and you forgot how to breathe. Sweat or tears were streaming down your face. You really weren't sure which.

He groaned and tensed with an orgasm that went on and on, eyes squeezed shut. His thrusts grew sporadic until he stopped completely, pulling out and flopping down onto the bed next to you, breathing heavily.

"Where did you?" you asked, wondering what had corrupted him like that.

"Internet," he replied with his eyes still closed.

"Did you...touch yourself to it?" You didn't want to embarrass him too much with cruder terms.

"Yeah," he admitted, "but I felt bad for a while...and now."

"You shouldn't feel bad."

He looked at you through half-closed eyes for a moment, before completely opening them. His hand went to your face brushed away some of the wetness.

"Did I make you cry?" he asked worriedly.

"No, it might be sweat. Just really intense, that's all," you reassured him.

"Did I hurt you?"

You held your fingers up with your thumb and index finger close together. "Doesn't stop me from wanting to do it again, though. Didn't you enjoy it?"

He sighed and kissed your forehead without responding to your question. "I guess I just need to get used to, well, this. Everything really is different now."

"Yeah, I can only imagine. Are you going to be okay?"

“Shouldn't I be asking you that?” he countered.

“Being sore isn't a big deal.” You shrugged. “What do you want to do now? We could talk, if you want.”

He shook his head. “Just lay here with me for a while.”

You laid your head on his chest and draped yourself over him. "This okay?"

"Mhmm," he replied, stroking your hair.

You melted into the comforting warmth radiating from his body and barely noticed when you started to doze off against him.