Barton rolled his hips deep and slow against Naomi's, taking his time, savoring the pleasure, savoring their reunion. He broke the kiss to catch his breath, lips trailing kisses along her cheek and chin, down to her throat where he nibbled and nipped along her pulse.
He threaded his fingers through her spiky, dark hair, gripping a handful as he held her close. Soft moans spilled from his lips as they made love, soft whispers and and tender words whispered to his lover as he pressed his lips to the lobe of her ear.
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“Do I have to prove how much I missed you, Naomi?” Barton asked, a mischievous smirk playing at the corner of his mouth as he eyed the petite biker. A second chance at life for the duo had them picking up where things had left off. Years might have passed, but physically they were still in their prime..two young lovers making up for the time stolen from them.
“Maybe...” she purred, a twinkle in her eye as she sat herself down atop of Barton’s desk, silently daring him to do something...a challenge he was all too eager to oblige.
Stepping closer, he placed himself between her legs, greeting his wife with a kiss to her lips.
“Ok...” he whispered, gruff hands grasping at her pants, tugging them down and off in one swift motion, earning a pleased yelp from the ghost rider. “...but you might moan a little.”
“Oh, i’m counting on it, Blaze.” he cooed, both her hands gripping him by his shaggy hair, pushing him down to his knees. She knew what she wanted, and wasn’t shy about getting it. “Less talking...put that mouth to work, chop, chop.”
“Yer lucky I like it when you boss me around, babe.” he teased, lips trailing kisses along her inner thigh.
“I still hear talking...” she replied, laughing as she held tight to his hair. Laughter melted to moans as Barton’s lips pressed to her slick folds. His tongue lapped her, mouth suckled and kissed her sensitive flesh, savoring her taste...all too happy to please.
🏍️ - Barton watched her, how she shuffled and fidgeted, how she could barely even look at him. He sighed softly, zeroing in on the cigarette in her hand. He nibbled his lip and lifted a hand, running his fingers through his shaggy hair. Here they were, back alive, back on Earth, standing in one another’s presence...and it was every bit as awkward as one could imagine.
“I was thinking more along the lines of “I like what you did with your hair” but...that’s fine too.” he joked softly, hoping to cut out some of the tension hanging in the air.
“What if I don’t want to tell you to go away?” he asked. He felt a lot of things, seeing her standing before him again...so many emotions to process.
Barton, rumor is that YOU are the ghost rider and not your wife Naomi. How could someone so frail be the host to an all-powerful entity?
🏍️ - “You must be on somethin’ if you think Naomi’s frail. She’s stronger than me...she’s stronger than anyone, and ya need to show her some damn respect.”
