Which didn't mean she couldn't still do her best to drive him wild with desire and urge him on.
Breaking the kiss, she gave him a mischievous smile. "Well, Captain Rogers, it seems that I'm completely at your mercy. Whatever shall you do to me?"
"I was going to start by doing this," he answered, lifting her higher into the air, so his face was level with her breasts. Her brassiere was a no-nonsense, sturdy affair, as required by both military code and to restrain her sizable mammaries. Despite its best efforts, however, her breasts strained to burst out of the garment, and a considerable amount of cleavage was bared to Steve's gaze.
Steve leaned forward, bringing his face almost into the deep valley between her breasts. Almost, but frustratingly, not quite. He placed the lightest of kisses on the swell of her breasts, then moved back, gently blowing where he had kissed, and sending shivers up and down the length of her spine.
"And just what do you think you're doing?" Peggy asked.
"I thought I might tease you first," he answered hesitantly. "Am I doing something wrong?"
"It is the most frustrating, maddening experience of my life," she answered back. "And the last thing in the world I want is for you to stop. But it might be more comfortable if you got these out of the way." Peggy looked down at the remnants of her blouse and her opened uniform jacket. "If you're willing to let me go, that is."
Still holding her into the air by her delectable derriere, Steve released his grip on Peggy's wrists. She wasted no time sliding both jacket and the rags that once had been a blouse off her shoulders. Her bra was now the only thing covering the top half of her body, but despite the chill in the air, Peggy could only feel the heat of desire that passed between her and Steve.
Putting her hands on his shoulders, she leaned back so that Steve could take in the view. She wasn't naïve about her appearance, and while she wasn't vain, she knew she was attractive. In the dim light of Steve's quarters, her pale, flawless skin practically glowed. Her rich, dark curls brushed the tops of her shoulders, and she bit her lip, feigning nervousness as she asked, "Do you like what you see?"
Faster than she could react to it, Steve spun them around and crossed the distance between the door and his bed, roughly tossing her onto the bed, and then sliding on top of her, smoothly enough that she barely registered the impact of his body against hers, although she immediately could tell when he lowered his weight onto her, deliciously pinning her to the bed. In her shock at being thrown, her hands had come together across her chest, and once again Steve's hand was there, grabbing her wrists together, and quickly pulling them back over her head.
"Oof. I'll take that as a 'Yes,'" she laughed. "Now, where were we?"
"I think I was somewhere around... here..." Steve said, as he lowered his face between her breasts, kissing the exposed flesh once again. This time, his kiss was no quick, teasing matter. His mouth was open against her breast, his tongue lavishing attention on her, leaving wet trails as he slowly moved his mouth from one breast to the other, paying attention to every bit of skin that was uncovered by her bra.
She arched her back, trying to get more of her breast into his mouth. She didn't know what, exactly, she had expected from Steve Rogers as a lover, but the way he was controlling her movement and drawing things out wasn't it. Not that she was complaining, but the teasing was beginning to drive her mad. He was so much larger than her that his left arm was easily holding both her hands above her head, preventing her from taking any control whatsoever. Peggy was used to being the dominant partner in bed, and while she had encouraged Steve to lose control, she hadn't expected him to dominate her so thoroughly.
"Patience, Agent Carter," Steve said as he lifted his head away from her breast. He brought his right hand up to cup the fullness of her breast through the bra. His thumb slid across her nipple, eliciting a gasp. He squeezed, gently, his large hand still unable to grasp the entirety of her breast. Although the squeeze was gentle, Peggy could feel the immense strength being restrained by Steve Rogers' ironclad control. He could hurt her badly if he wanted to, and the only reason the thought wasn't alarming was because of how absolute her trust in him was.
His fingers curled under the cup of the bra, and peeled it back, exposing her erect nipple to the air and to his gaze. Her areolae were puffy from her arousal, and her nipple was hard and thick, proclaiming to the world its intention to be taken into a mouth.
An intention which was quickly permitted, as Steve leaned back in, capturing the nipple beneath his opened lips. His tongue began to circle the nipple as his mouth latched on, sucking the breast more fully into his mouth, his teeth ever so gently pressing into her skin.
"Oh God, Steve, yes. Please, more," she moaned, wishing again that her hands were free so she could tangle them in his blonde hair and pull his mouth tighter to her breast. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she closed them as she wriggled her wrists, trying to free herself, but no sooner did she do so then he tightened his grip, and applied more force to her wrists, pinning them completely against the far-from-yielding regulation bunk, even as his lips, teeth and tongue continued to worship her breast.
With no way to express her amorous feelings through her hands, she spread her legs, allowing Steve's torso to fall between her well-muscled thighs. Once again, she wrapped her legs around him, her stockinged feet sliding up and down the length of his legs and lower back, working their way beneath his undershirt, pushing it higher and higher up his body. She wanted as much skin-to-skin contact with this man as she could possibly get, and they were both still entirely too covered for her liking. These movements also had the added benefit of pushing her skirt higher up her thighs, to the point where it was now bunched around her hips, and also of rubbing her sex against his body, her panties now almost completely soaked through. She could smell her arousal in the air, mixing with the scent of his sweat, a heady, musky mixture that further enflamed her passion.
The satin cup of her bra was still being held out of the way by Steve's mouth, and his hand left her breast to reach behind her. Moving to the catch of her bra, she felt his fingers once more fumbling with the unfamiliar closures. After the first two failed attempts at undoing her bra, she could again feel Steve's tension and frustration in the rigidness that overtook him.
"Tear it off," she breathed. "Rip it. I've got others. Or I'll never wear one again if that's what you want. But I need to feel you against me."
He released her hands, and brought both of his to the center of the brassiere. With each hand taking a different cup, he pulled. For a moment, Peggy winced as satin and cotton pulled against her, the straps cutting into her shoulders and back, but then the garment lost its battle against the super-soldier who pinned her to the bed, and the bra split open, Peggy's bountiful breasts spilling forth, their weight causing them to fall partially to her sides. They were firm, and well-shaped, but still bound by the laws of gravity.
Steve took to his knees, kneeling between her out splayed thighs. She opened her eyes to see him gazing down at her as he pulled his undershirt over his head. His chest remained every bit the perfect specimen which had been burned into her memory those many months ago in Erskine's laboratory when he emerged from the Vita-Ray projector.
Agent Carter had certainly appreciated the sight then. But seeing him rising up from between her legs like the Greek God he resembled, while she herself was topless, was a very different experience. The look of smoldering desire in his eyes also hadn't been there then, but was very much present now. There was a hunger in his eyes that spoke of a desire to possess her completely. And it was one she was quite certain was matched in her own.
Reaching up, Peggy grabbed Steve's forearms, and pulled him back down against her. Again their mouths found each other, and this time, the interplay between lips and tongue were equal - any hesitation in his kiss now completely gone. His firm pectorals smashed her breasts deliciously between the two of them, and there was no mistaking the hardness that was firmly pressed against her sex. For the moment, her hands were free to roam up and down his body. Her fingers dug into the muscles of his back as they worked their way lower, to grab the firmness of his ass, which she did as she pulled him in tighter while simultaneously pressing against him with her own body, delighting in the friction that was building between their legs.
