Steve held Natasha close, running his finger down her chest until he reached the hardened peak at the center of her bosom. He rubbed her until her areola grew into a tight little knot, straining against her dress. The squeal that came from her mouth made him grin and the ravenous look in his eyes had her legs shaking.

She moaned and dug her fingers into his shirt, scratching the material with her nails. Passion was etched onto her face and she parted her lips, exhaling softly. "Take this shirt off, soldier."

"Yes, ma'am." He pulled away to remove the shirt as quickly as possible without tearing it.

Natasha's eyes widened as she took in the sight of Steve's well-muscled torso. Damn. He looked like a Greek God in the flesh. This wasn't the first time she'd seen him half naked, but this was an intimate setting that neither of them had been in before, and that made it special. Her heart slammed against her chest at the sight and before she could stop herself, she mumbled in Russian.

"You are going to be the death of me."

"The feeling is mutual."

She stared at him in pure shock, not expecting to hear her native language on his tongue. Captain America speaking Russian was the sexiest thing she'd ever heard.

"Now that is something I never read in your file."

"Maybe you weren't reading carefully enough."

"Not possible." She pressed herself against him, the heat from, her body warming him up. Her nose nuzzled his neck and she leaned forward to suckle the spot tenderly. "It doesn't matter. We more important things to do than talk."

Finding purchase on the back of his neck, she applied pressure with her thumbs, pushing down on his shoulder. This was usually a sensitive place for people and she took advantage of that knowledge by massaging the flesh. Steve's moans were music to Natasha's ears and she rewarded him by palming his crotch.

"Oh, Nat..."

"Mmhm?" She licked the shell of his ear, causing him to shiver and buck his hips in response.

Standing in this position was getting to be a bother, so she shifted, guiding him out of the kitchen and into his bedroom, keeping her hand firmly on his member. Every few seconds, she squeezed to get a groan from him - he sounded filthy when he did that.

Once they were in his room, she directed him to the bed and promptly pushed him onto it. The sudden change in events made him widen his eyes and let out a confused huff. But those perplexed eyes darkened with lust when he watched this vision of beauty unzip her dress and let it fall to the ground.

Dear God.

She wasn't wearing a bra.

Natasha quirked an eyebrow at him and crawled onto the bed, breasts bobbing as she moved. "See something you like?"

He'd been unable to do anything but nod dumbly and tentatively reach out to touch her. Delightedly, he realised she was so buxom that he couldn't hold her entire breast in just one hand. This sent another rush of blood straight to his groin and he let out a sigh of satisfaction before bringing his face to her cleavage, pressing wet kisses on the exposed skin.

Gradually, his kisses turned into laps and suckles that were so passionate, he had her arching her back and crying out in Russian. Never had a woman's breasts enraptured him so - not that he'd ever been in a position to see any - but this woman was his soulmate and touching her body awakened an inherently male need to bed his lover.

Swear words left Natasha's mouth and she tugged at Steve's pants, managing to shove them and his boxers down in one swift move. His shaft sprang free, greeting her and she giggled in spite of herself.

"What a welcome wagon," she tittered and pulled away to catch her breath. Her head was dizzy from lack of oxygen and she was on a sexual high that she'd never experienced before.

"I could say the same." He smoothed circles on her soul mark with his thumb, eyes never leaving hers.

Instinctively, she sucked her stomach in at his soft touch and mewled, intoxicated by his actions. "Did...mm, did you want to be on top?"

"Could I?" There was a shit-eating grin on his face when he said this and she swatted his arm playfully.

"Please. We can have fun later, but right now, I just want you." Natasha switched their positions and lie on the bed, opening her legs to him.

Steve leaned down to kiss her sweetly and rubbed her thighs. The callouses in his hands felt amazing against the smoothness of her skin and she shivered from the heat. Their soul bond was strong and their bodies yearned to be joined together. This was destiny.

He pushed two fingers into her core, scissoring her and watching her face in case he hurt her. "Is that good?"

"Amazing, unh." Her eyes were closed and she'd begun rotating her hips to the thrust of his fingers.

A few more minutes and Natasha was urging Steve to hurry up and take her. It was intriguing, seeing the infamous Black Widow out of control and amorous. Her dusty pink nipples, flat ivory stomach, glistening hair on her nether regions and the red locks fanned out on the pillow made for a beautiful picture.

Pulling his fingers out, he replaced them with his shaft and she groaned at the entry. It was heady and intense, but not painful. This wasn't her first time as they both knew, but she was with her soulmate, so in a way, it still was.

He grunted as he delved deeper between her thighs. From the way she turned her head back and forth, she was ultra sensitive. She swiveled her hips to meet his as he thrusted again. They had both been so eager for this, and it wasn't merely sex; this was making love.

Who would have thought that crashing into the ice all those years ago would lead him into the arms of the woman he was destined for?

Sweat beaded on their foreheads as they threw themselves into the erotic sensation of lovemaking. Steve's breaths shuttered and Natasha's petals gripped him tighter and tighter with every thrust. He nipped at her breasts each time they bounced to greet his face, and he felt pleased when she grabbed his ass and squeezed both cheeks.

His Brooklyn accent slipped out as he joked, "Shoulda known you'd end up manhandling me."

"Hey, it is a nice ass," she smirked and sat up to give him another kiss. The unintentional change in angle made them groan and she dug her nails into the space right above his backside. Steve put her leg above his hip and bottomed out, forcing him deeper inside her.

"Oh, God!"

From the rush shooting down his spine and the increasing wetness on his thighs, he knew he would orgasm soon. He wanted Natasha to reach her peak first, but he didn't know if he could hold on that long.

"Nat...are you close?"

Her fervor was so intense that she replied in Russian. "Yes, yes! Just a little more, please!"

At her request, he surged forward, slamming his pelvis to hers. One, two, three and finally, four thrusts was all he needed and Natasha's inner walls crushed his shaft powerfully, causing her to was scream his name.

Steve hit his climax soon after, the image of his lover writhing beneath him was all the urge he needed. Once every drop of his seed had emptied in her, he pulled away and collapsed on the bed next to her so he wouldn't crush her body.

Minutes passed before she settled and opened her eyes. "Wow. You really are super."

They laughed at her joke before Steve tugged her to his chest, spooning her. "Please, don't ever say that again." He nudged her thigh with his knee and traced figure eights on her collarbone.

"Okay, okay. That was a pretty bad joke." They were silent then, nothing but their breaths filling the air. It was a serene moment, one that neither had experienced in their lives. Their soul bond was stronger after making love and the emotions were just as strong.

"I'm so lucky I found you," she whispered, stray tears sliding down her face.

"We're both lucky." He kissed her neck and wiped at the dampness on her cheeks.

"Is it okay if I spend the night?"

"You're my soulmate. As far as I'm concerned, you can stay forever because I'm not letting you out of my sight." He entwined their fingers.

"Then I'll stay."

Steve's lips brushed Natasha's neck and his eyes began to droop. He wished that he weren't so tired, but his eyes were heavy and they needed sleep after such passionate lovemaking. It's not like either of them had plans and from the way she held on to his hand, he knew that she would still be here when he awakened in the morning. They had a thousand tomorrows to look forward to.