stephrogers | Medoria

"Then you'd best help me with my pants," he whispered, gently lowering his mouth to kiss a bared nipple. He left the panties alone - for the moment - trailing his hands up and down her sides instead.

Stephanie laughed and gasped when she felt his lips brush against her nipple. She reached and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.

Slowly, tenderly, his fingers began to rub against her sides, finding the curve of her hips, and slipping down her legs as he leaned in to kiss her. Assuming she was a virgin, it was all the more important to do this right - to make this as special as he could.

The first step of that was to familiarize himself with her body. Running his hands down her thighs, gently kissing the other nipple.

"Nathaniel," she sighed as she ran her fingers through his dark hair. "I...I've never done this before. With anyone." The most she'd ever done was kiss Agent Carter. And that was the brief kiss before things took a turn for the icy.

"I had gathered," he admitted, reaching out to touch cup her breasts. He squeezed lightly - running his fingers across them to take in their shape. "Which is why I want it to be perfect."

She arched against his touch. "Oh.." Stephanie could hardly believe it. She never really thought that she would spend her wedding night in a castle of all places. With the mysterious man who swept her easily off her feet.

He slipped one hand away, down her back - gently rubbing, searching for sensitive areas. Unlike her he had done this before - but what he learned was that every woman's body was different.

He wanted to know exactly what made her's tick.

Steph shuddered at the care he was showing her. The blonde held on and rolled her body up against him.

His hand slipped down her back, to curve about her bottom; his other hand trailing down her stomach - still looking for any spot that was particularly sensitive, even as he found his way back down to her panties - and carefully began to peel them downward.

Her stomach was sensitive, ticklish actually and Stephanie had to stifle a giggle when his fingers brushed over her stomach.

He bent down, at that, kissing her on the belly button briefly as she pulled her panties free - the hand on her bottom curling inwards to help him peel them away.

When the cloth was removed, his lips would brush their way gently past her skin, a small smile on his face as he found her for another kiss - and let his finger trial about her outer folds. "I take it you're at least a little bit familiar with what comes next?"

His kisses got lower and Steph had to raise herself up on her elbows to watch. "I actually don't...when I said I...never..I mean really never."

"I was referring to the mechanics," he told her, gently stroking her sex again. "Though if you're telling me that you've never... touched?"

She gasped and her hips arched up toward him. "No. Not really, no."

Slowly - gently - his finger began to slip inside of her. "Then perhaps it's best that I start slowly..."

As his hands had explored his body, his finger gently explored her inner walls - finding where she reacted most heavily.

Steph tried to steady her breathing when he began to slide his finger into her. It was strange sensation but it had her whimpering and her legs move further apart.

A second finger, slowly beginning to press in. He wanted her to make sure Steph was ready, before he moved on - and bending his head, he gently kissed her upon the clit.

"Ah!" She gasped when she felt his lips kiss her so intimately. She began to pant more and her hips kept rolling toward him, trying to establish a rhythm.

He rubbed his finger a little more, trying to excite her - then slowly, softly, pulling his fingers free.

She was getting so wet from what he was doing. When he withdrew, she opened her eyed and stared down at him. "why'd you stop?"

"Because I'd like your first time to be a little more... personal." Moving his hand up to curve about her breast - slick fingers rubbing gently at her nipple - he moved up atop her. Slowly moving down, he let her feel his self pressing gently against her skin, descending for the kiss.

She felt his hardness against her and Steph kissed him, hoping she conveyed the need for him to touch her intimately again.

One hand curving about her back, the other gently cupped about her breast, he entered her again. Kissing her, he began to rock slowly in and out of her - careful with his movements. His goal was to bring her to the edge, but not to push her over just yet.

She cried out again and rocked more against him, feeling something hot coil up tighter and tighter inside her. She kissed him passionately.

He wrapped his arm tight about her, keeping up the pressure on her breast as he worked to keep the heat inside her - no release for either of them, even as he felt that same building pressure inside himself; breaking up the rhythm, fast, slow, kissing gently - anything he needed to hold her a moment more, until he could pause on the edge with her - and kiss her just as passionately as he held her tight, and pushed them both off.

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