alisa_lebeau_v3 | How the Other Half Lives (NSFW)

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How the Other Half Lives (NSFW)

Alisa unlocked the apartment door at the Waldorf Astoria. It was decorated in a rather posh manner. A crystal chandelier hanging in the living room, velvet curtains, Victorian furniture (not inspired furniture, but the real deal), fabric wallpaper, a marble bathroom, and about 1,300 square feet of luxury. She placed her purse on the dinning room table and turned back to Steve.

"Please, make yourself at home."

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Alisa moved her hips, lowering herself on to Steve. There was a sharp gasp of air that escaped her lips, feeling him start to slip inside of her. It was a slow and careful process, as she did not want to cause any discomfort to either one of them.

She sat up on Steve's hips, her hands resting on his chest as she started to get used to him. Once she was ready, she started to grind her hips against his, then start to move up and down him. Her green eyes shut, as no words could come to her lips.

All that could be heard from her were shaken moans and cries of pleasure.

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When Steve's member slid into her, there was a heavy moan of pleasure from the man. When she started to move up and down, the moan was cut off, choking in the back of his throat as he did all he could to touch her. Every movement demanded a moan and every moment demanded his hands touch her somewhere.

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His hands moved from her chest, to her hips, and back again at times. It was as though he enjoyed the feel of her skin, or just had some need to keep touching her. His hands gave her goose bumps with how they just traced over her body. It did not bother her, it just made everything much more erotic.

Alisa's fingers moved along his chest, as she tried to keep herself steady.Her gasps and moans soon made way to louder cries of pleasure. Her hips began to move a bit faster, but it did not feel like it was enough. With some care, she managed to grasp Steve's shoulders, and tilt the two of them on to their sides on the bed, and then lay upon her back, with Steve on top of her. All without losing a beat, or having Steve slip out of her.

Her somewhat delicate looking hands moved to his shoulders, her lips pressed against his in a hungry kiss, Alisa let her desire be known to her future husband.

"Hard and fast." She said with a low moan of delight. Her lips moving to nip on his ear for more incentive. "Hurry, Steve... I want you so bad right now."

There isn't a verbal response from Steve, but it's clear he understood what Alisa said. He plants his feet as best he can and begins to move his hips in time with Alisa. Every down movement is met with a thrust going, while his own mouth goes to nip at her as well.

The two continued on for some time. But like most good things, there had to be an end, right? Alisa laid beside Steve, her legs intertwined with his, the blankets of her bed tossed about and disheveled, and a few pillows having been knocked about. Her chest was pressed up against his, her fingers trailing along his spine, while her head rested on his shoulder.

"That was... wow..." Her brain was finally starting to function, again.

Steve....didn't properly have his brain back. It was functioning, it was there, but...it was out for lunch, with a big doofy smile on his face replacing its normal functions.

"Wow. Yeah."

She could not help but laugh at the smile on his face. Not in a cruel way, but she was amused, and it was rather cute. Her fingertips continued to moved about his spine, between his shoulder blades and back up to his neck.

"Well?" She asked after she assumed his brain returned to the right head. There was a bit of a smirk curling along her lips.

"Well what?" Steve said, arching his back and neck a bit as the fingernails met the skin there. However, it seemed the fog was finally lifting from his head and he was now a bit more cognizant now.

"So strange to think we just met and...well, we went from zero to sixty."

"Well, I like fast. You should see my car." Alisa gave off a small chuckle. "Oui, this did move rather quick. Though I am not feeling a tinge of regret or desire to never see you again. I feel quite the opposite, to be honest. And that is odd, we are practically night and day."

Alisa moved Steve to lay on his back, and she took a seat on his hips. Her long auburn colored hair gently brushed against his chest as she leaned over to have a better look at him.

"Though without night and day, the world would end. There needs to be a balance, and we somehow create that. Perhaps the old man knew what he was doing all along. I may have to give him more credit than I thought."

"A bit more poetic than I would go with, but I get what you're saying. This could be something out of a corny romance novel. The lady, daughter of a crime lord, the gentleman the son of a lawman. That's..."

There's a bit of a chuckle.

"That's actually quite funny."

"It is, once you think of it. Very cliche... done to death." Alisa could not help but laugh with Steve. She cuddled up with him, her chest pressed against his chin a bit. "I'm an artist, I like to be poetic at times, I suppose."

Then, she smiled again.

"So, what does a straight laced, SHIELD agent like you fantasize about?"

"Me? Simple: clean living, decent pay, living up to your fathers reputation like crazy. You know, the simple stuff," Steve said, wrapping his arms around her and giving her a reassuring squeeze.

"I meant bedroom wise, but that is a food answer for what you want out of life, I suppose." So much for getting the answer she wanted. "Me? I want status, to get out from under my brother's shadow, and to live as I should... oh, and a personal armory with a more modern Gatling gun than the one I own would be soooo nice."

That last sentence was meant to be silly.

It may well have been meant to be silly, but she's going to get a Look for it anyways.

"That seems a bit excessive, but from what I felt you'd probably have the strength to carry around one of those big Vulcan guns," Steve said as he squeezed some more. He definitely had some strength to him, despite his not massive frame.

"As for the bedroom, well, never really experimented all that much. For someone who loved to talk big, my ex was not very creative or adventurous."

"Well, depending on how much strength I have stored, I probably could. Always wanted to try one out." Alisa winked. "Sorry, I enjoy my weapons, even if I do not use them much these days."

When he brings up the fact he had not experimented much, Alisa felt kind of sorry for Steve.

"Well, I am one for adventure and rather creative." She said with another chuckle. "Why don't we experiment some, then? Maybe try one thing tonight, and then something else in a few days? I mean... I COULD do this every night, but I do not want to burn you out or over-stimulate you."

"Again, like right now? Whoa now, gimme some more time to recover," Steve said with a laugh. "I wouldn't even know where to start with it. Is there like a wheel I spin or is it a la carte?"

"I forgot, you are not a mutant, and like myself." She grinned. "It is not like spinning a wheel or a la carte."

His French was terrible, she would have to fix that in the near future.

"A sexual fantasy is about a desire. Something you always thought about while trying to achieve an orgasm." She sat up on the bed, explaining. "Everyone has one deep inside. Some people are too embarrassed to admit them, others feel a sense of shame and never experiment, leaving them quite repressed."

She rubbed her chin for a moment, looking down at Steve carefully.

"Hmm... I think I got an idea of how we can figure out your inner desires."

There's going to be an eyebrow crane at that last bit.

"Is this something I'm going to be frightened of later?"

"I doubt it." Alisa was worried where Steve's mind went at times. "You are starting to worry me. What kind of people do you... oh... right SHIELD. Okay, look, I am not going to do anything that will frighten or scare you."

Alisa sat back up, trying to fix her hair up a little.

"No, if anything, this is going to be a fun learning experience for you. Might be a bit messy for me. but I like messy." Alisa grinned.

"I am starting to worry you," Steve said with a slight snicker. "And I don't mind messy, so long as it doesn't burn afterwards. What did you have in mind?"

Alisa reached into her nightstand, taking out a bottle of massage oil. She starts to pour some of the oil in her hands, before rubbing them together.

"Please lay on your stomach. I am going to give you a back rub, and we'll talk about things that turn you on. Once we can figure that out, then we'll know where to go from there." She smiled. "Oh, and just so you know, this stuff does not burn, it just gives off a nice, warm, tingly feeling. It should help you relax."

Steve gives Alis a bit of a look before complying, letting himself get comfortable on the bed.

"I have had massages before, Alisa. What's different about this?"

She pours some of the oil on his back, and begins to rub it in. She focuses on the muscles in his back that feel the most knotted up, trying to relieve them.

"This is different because one, I'm your lover and not some massage therapist, and two, we are going to find what makes Steve Coulson get aroused, mentally and physically." She was gentle when moving her fingers along his skin. "I'm helping to relax your mind and body, so you can think more clearly. Now, let's talk about the first time you "discovered" yourself. You know, the first time you felt a sexual desire. Surely something you thought or saw brought that on."

Steve has to think a bit, although trying to think was harder than he expected with the massage going on.

"Well, the first time was kind of by accident. I was trying to find a channel when I stumbled across the porn channel for our cable company. I saw a woman pleasing herself with a dildo. And it was...well, it was interesting to watch."

"Mmmhmm..." Alisa said, working her thumbs along his spine. "So, that one moment shaped what arouses you. You like to watch a woman pleasuring herself with a toy. That is not an uncommon fantasy for a man to have."

She leaned her head in, giving a kiss to Steve's cheek.

"See? Was that so hard to speak about with me?"

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