Save The Cheerleader, Save The World

His hands frame your head as he kisses you. He groans and rolls his pelvis. The rumble deep in his chest makes you tingle and that tingle makes you question yourself.

He drags his lips off of yours and kisses along your cheek and jaw. He drifts under your chin and down your neck. His thumbs press into your temples as he purrs. He shifts further down and his lips dance on your chest. He nuzzles between your tits and bites on your bra.

You quiver and flatten your palms to the downy blanket beneath you. He hums as he brushes a hand down to flip down the cup of your bra. His thumb flicks across your nipple and he takes it in his mouth. You spasm and clap down on his broad shoulders.

You look at his blond head as he tugs down the other side of your bra. The band pushes up your chest as he fondles you, his mouth doting on the swell of flesh. He growls and his large hands curve around your ribs. He lifts you slightly so you arch your back.

“You’re so sweet, doll,” he purrs as his saliva stains your stomach.

You heave as goosebumps speckle over you. He shifts back on his knees and pushes yours apart. He holds them wide as he bends between them and purrs against the top of your panties. He drags his nose down the fabric and inhales.

He drones out a hot breath that gathers beneath the weave. He curls his shoulders as he opens his mouth and wets the front of your panties with his tongue. He pushes between your folds, wetting you through the cotton. 

You twitch as his hands slide up to your thighs. He kneads your sensitive flesh and snarls. He rolls his head, the pressure sparking a heat within you. You tilt your hips as your eyes close on their own. A shivery sight escapes you.

He hooks his fingers under your panties and rolls them down your legs as he reluctantly pulls away. He dips his head through the space between the cotton and your cunt and plunges back in. You yelp in surprise as his cool tongue glides between your lips.

He scoops his hands under your ass and lifts your pelvis off the bed. He laps at you eagerly, rocking his head as he dives into you. He smears your delight around his tongue and smears it down his chin. His fingertips curl into your flesh, his thumbs pressing deep into the crease beneath your ass.

He sucks on your clit and you squeal. His tongue flicks around furiously as you tremble and twitch. He groans as he keeps going, his intensity building each time you let out a noise.

He raises your hips higher until your weight is centered on your shoulders. He has your body as an angle as he sits up, neck bent as he drinks you in. He grips your hips as he circles his tongue around your clit then flicks back to your entrance, dipping into you slightly.

He trails back to your clit and swirls around as your thighs quake. You clamp them against his face as you clench the blanket in your hands. You moan and writhe as you try to contain the thrumming heat. Your pleasure erupts all at once as your muscles knot around your nerves. You puff and pant through your orgasm, head spinning at the vibrant peak of energy.

He growls and gently lowers you back to the bed. You’re breathless as you grip your head, your eyes loose in your skull. He wipes his wet face on your pelvis as he sits up, twisting your panties down your legs as he strips them off entirely. He balls them up and buries his nose in them, inhaling deeply.

“You taste as good as you smell, sweetheart,” he intones as he watches himself toy with your panties. 

He grins and looks down. You follow his gaze down to his boxers, tented over his arousal. He tugs them down and his dick springs out. He groans as you gape at his size. He wraps your panties and his hand around himself.

He pumps and the muscles of his chest tighten. You watch him senselessly as he strokes himself with the wrinkled cotton. You shiver and push yourself up on your elbows. You drag yourself up the mattress and he snarls.

He lets go of his dick and grabs you. He wrenches you back down the mattress. You gasp as he holds you by your hips, pinning you until you’re still. He inhales and flings your panties onto the pillows. He shoves his boxers down to his knees and gets closer.

He grabs your legs and lifts them against his torso. Your feet lean against his chest as he shifts even closer. He grips one ankle as his other arm snakes down. He guides his tip against your cunt, watching as he teases you, spreading your slickness over his taut flesh.

He hums as he presses against your entrance. You can feel his thickness just as he tests your resistance. You reach with your fingertips, barely grazing his stomach as you curl your shoulders. He ignores your feeble attempt and pushes himself into you with his thumb.

He grunts as you whine, feeling how you strain just to take his tip. Your stomach and walls clench around him. He frames your hip with his large hand, his other still on your ankle, and he slides you down the bed onto him. You whimper with each inch, his blue eyes blazing at the size of your bodies joining.

When he stops, you shake and spasm. You struggle to breathe as you dig your nails into the downy duvet. He guides your legs together, leaning them against one shoulder and thrusts. You yelp and he bends, just a little, the back of your legs tight and hot.

He slaps one hand on your chest, groping you as he rocks. His other hand takes yours and weaves your fingers with each other. He clings to you as he carries a deliberate motion.

Even for him, the first avenger, there are things that elude him. There are those moments that make him feel like that scrawny kid in Brooklyn taking his licks in the back alley. Like her.

He sits on the low stone wall, staring across the green plains of overgrown grass waving beneath the evening breeze. Across the distance, he sees her small figure as she takes down sheets from the line. Among the pollen and dander, he smells only her.

She doesn't know he's watching. She can't see as far as him. She can't hear his heartbeat like he can hers.

He traces the edge of his shield. His cowl sits him, he can feel his hair askew. He smooths it and sniffs. He rubs together his gloved palms and feels the gash on his knuckle. He squeezes until it stings.

"I'm gonna make her mine, all mine," he whispers as he grips tighter.

But how? How does he cross that barrier? How does he approach without scaring her?

He pops his finger out of the socket with a stifled grunt. He grits his teeth and stands. He pushes his head back on his neck and picks up the shield. He flicks it around without a thought, flinging it in a curve that slices the air.

He doesn't flinch as it comes flying back at him. It cracks him in the shoulder, putting it out of place, renting through the outer layer of armour. He huffs and catches the shield before it hits the ground.