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“God, you’re warm,” she exhaled across his ear. Her legs tightened around him. Her hands, cold as ever, traced paths of ice across the muscles in his upper back as he lifted her up and down onto his hard length. One strong arm wrapped around her waist, the other pushed against the mattress behind him and her back arched.
Steve wanted to watch her all night. The way she let her head fall back as he nipped her neck, the way her breasts moved and swayed, and most of all, the way she fell apart as she came, trembling and saying his name like a prayer.
Mouth slightly opened, her short nails carving small indentations into his shoulders, she tightened on him and around him, and it was all he could do to keep from coming himself. Her body seemed cold everywhere but where their skin touched, and especially where they were connected. Buried inside of her, he felt her warmth. Steve thought he might be on fire as her body squeezed his, her gasps broken by the sob of her little death.
He came with her, his release pumping into her, his warmth finding its way to her body.
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Steve doesn’t do this. He’s, in fact, never done this before.
“Is anyone sitting here?” he asked, proud of his voice for not cracking. Hailey shook her head from side to side.
“Hi, I’m Steve,” he said, introducing himself to the girl in the overstuffed chair across the table from him.
She smiled up at him a little and offered her hand as she moved to halfway sit, halfway stand.
“I’m Hailey.”
She had a firm handshake, but her fingers were frigid. He could still feel where their skin touched after she’d pulled her hand back.
“Mind if I join you, Hailey?” Steve asked, gesturing to the empty chair.
“Be my guest.”
Hailey answered his grin with a wave of her hand. He nodded, took the seat, and she'd already buried her nose back in her book.
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That was Tuesday morning, and this was Thursday night, and she was in his bed.
Again.
“And I thought I had a high libido,” she murmured, her head on his chest, one cold hand across his heart.
“I, um, just run hot, naturally,” Steve stumbled out. Frigid fingertips left a wake of goosebumps where they traced around his chest. Her touch was driving him mad. She continued the looping motions as her hand started to make its way to his abs, then his hips. Steve kissed her hair before letting his eyes close, a moan thrumming in the back of his throat, his much warmer hand slightly running the short distance of her spine.
“I like your heat,” she whispered, pulling a thigh over his thickly muscled one and rubbing slowly up and down.
“I, um, just run cold, naturally,” she mimicked him as her fingertips found their destination. His chuckle was cut off by a gasp as she traced around the head of his dick with her index finger. Slowly, she wrapped the rest of her fingers around him and gave a slight tug. He was hard almost immediately, and she could hear his heartbeat pick up. Her hand glided up and down the length of him as she started laying light kisses on his chest.
Pushing herself up with her arm, she raised her head up his chest until she was kissing his lower jaw.
“Steve.” She moaned his name as if it were something sacred. He grabbed a handful of her ass, squeezing. The noise she made in response went straight to his spine. Even her cheeks were chilly to the touch. He wanted to warm her through. No, he wanted to bury himself within her body, again and again.
Reaching across his body, he grabbed her thigh, dislodging the hand she had around him. Barely using his considerable strength, he positioned her body over his own. She laughed until his mouth caught hers. Steve kissed her like she was his first and his last kiss. Her lips were soft, her tongue finding his before she bit his bottom lip.
“Hailey,” Steve sighed as they parted. He reached around her to feel the proof of her arousal gather between her legs. Spreading her wetness over her entrance, Hayley’s body responded as her hips started to grind against his. His cock head replaced his fingers as he parted her soft folds.
“Yes. Please, Steve, I need you.”
With a deep and low, “fuck,” Steve pushed himself into her depths once again, reveling in the slow push and her tight pussy. He swore to God that she was created just for him.
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He couldn’t keep himself from staring at the girl across the table from him. Steve had a feeling she knew he was watching but he couldn’t pull his gaze away from her. She had these light bluish gray eyes that reminded him of Bucky’s but maybe a touch lighter. They almost looked like the photos he’d seen of ice under the Arctic.
A long braid of white blonde hair peeked out from under a knit cap and fell down her shoulder. Steve admitted that the bookstore they were currently in was kept cold for their patrons, but it was July and hot outside. After taking in her appearance, he thought she might be cold if the sweater whose buttons she kept fidgeting with were any indication.
“I’m gonna get something from the cafe. Would you mind saving my seat?” He found himself asking as he set his book down and standing up.
“Don’t mind a’tall,” she answered, her eyes meeting his finally as she turned the page in her book.
“May I get you something?”
Raising her eyes to his and closing her book over what looked like a receipt to hold her place, she reached into her small purse.
Steve shook his head and held out his hand. “My treat… what would you like?”
“Oh. Um, just a coffee, please.” Her smile grew.
“One coffee coming up,” he repeated. “Cream and sugar?”
“Nope. Just black. Thanks.”
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“Fuck. Fuuuuuck. Yes.”
He could barely hear the words she said over the sounds of the bed and their bodies colliding, but as she sank back down on him, he felt pure bliss.
She was soft and wet, and her body was holding onto his as much as humanly possible. The muscles inside her entrance felt as if they were coaxing his release just as much as hers. And if he didn’t move them into a different position, this round was going to be over much faster than he would like.
At some point, he’d closed his eyes. It made all of his other senses heightened, but he was missing one hell of a show as she rode him, her hands pushing on his chest, her tits moving in time with their thrusts. Opening his eyes, he found her watching him as he’d watched her.
Steve raised his torso enough that he could capture one nipple with his mouth, his eyes never leaving hers. Parting his lips, he let his tongue trace over the small mound of tightened skin. Her moans reached his ears and ran straight to his spine where they took hold. He was wholly absorbed with this creature, and he couldn’t break their gaze.
Hailey leaned her body back, and Steve chased her until he almost bent in half. In one fluid movement, he had her pinned beneath him. He started driving into her with more force.
“You feel amazing in me, Steve,” she whimpered as she squeezed him. “Harder. Please, harder. I won’t break.”
“Fuck.”
It was his turn to gasp and curse as he pulled himself almost entirely out before slamming back in. “I want you to come on me. I need you to come on me, Hailey. I want to feel you.”
It was then that he felt her tighten around him, the light flutters within her walls driving him to the edge. He started pounding into her body as she clamped down on his dick with a force he didn’t know she had. Gasps of words filled the room as she was milking his cock and soon he was chasing her into bliss, their eyes never leaving one another’s.
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She smiled up at him. “Oh, that’s nice,” she murmured, taking a deep breath as she wrapped her small hands around the cup of coffee. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure,” Steve answered as he sipped his drink while he returned to his seat. Somehow he managed to dribble coffee down his light blue shirt. “Dammit,” he whispered, looking at the trail of brown spots that were now prominently on display.
Her movement caught his eye. “Here, use my hanky. It’s clean, I promise,” Hailey offered from across the table. He reached out and took the brightly colored fabric from her fingers.
“Thanks.”
Steve tried to get as much coffee off of his clothes as he could, but the stains were there to stay. Untucking his button down didn't help, and Steven sighed as he took in his now disheveled appearance.
“Do you have on another shirt underneath?” she asked. Returning her gaze, he nodded. “Well, unbutton that one and pull it apart. It’ll be less noticeable that way,” Hailey offered.
Taking her advice, Steve unfastened each button on his shirt and let it fall to the sides.
“Oh, maybe not.” she chuckled. Dark brown circle and dribbles of the coffee had managed to stain all the way through his clothes. Repositioning herself in the chair, Hailey spoke in a stage whisper, “Hold a book to your chest. I’ll be the only one who knows.” She ran her eyes over his body with a smile.
Steve thought he’d imagined it but her eyes seemed to sparkle for a brief moment and he couldn’t help but return her smile.
“I’ll take this home and wash it,” he motioned to her handkerchief.
“Uh huh. And how would you get it back to me?” the blonde asked.
Steve paused.
“Well, I guess I would need your number.”
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