Kiss my Feet

He rolled over awakening from a nightmare only to see her curled up next to him. Y/n still looked pretty banged up from the mission, her lip was busted, her pretty face was bruised. She pulled him close to her in her sleep. His breath hitched in his throat at the small affectionate gesture. She burrowed her face into him holding on tightly.

“Good morning.” He hummed smoothing her hair down. She smiled squeezing him closer.“Good morning.”She said. He stared at her. This was the woman who saved his life multiple times not only physically but emotionally being there during his episodes and the bouts of panic due to his ptsd. She was his anchor. The sun filtered into the room and bounced off of her cheek bone and she shifted becoming more awake. “What is it baby?” She said softly. “Thank you…” he said as his fingers danced over the shell of her ear and the curve of her jaw. “Thank you?” “Thank you for being real, for being here. For staying….” he said smoothing her hair behind her ear. Tears prickled at the corners of his eyes and threatened to escape. She shifted to look at him. She peered into his deep brown eyes. Her gaze was warm yet searching, searching for something to say. However she was at a loss instead of speaking she kissed him, gently and lovingly. He imagined this was how angels kissed. She let her lips linger upon his before sitting up and resting on his chest. “Im gonna be here for a while, Stark. whether you like it or not youre stuck with me.” She said softly. He smiled, caressing the curve of her face letting his fingers drip from her temple to her cheek bone, down to her jaw and over her lips. “I wouldnt have it any other way.” He stroked her soft lips with the pads of his finger tips. He placed feather light kisses on her lips soothing his tongue over the cut on her bottom lip. “How about…” he kissed again. “We stay here in bed and never leave?” “We cant, Tony.” She chuckled “we have to continue running all the preperations for the gala tonight in celebration of The Avengers saving the city again from certain peril.” She said. He rolled his eyes at her. “Ive been going to galas since I could be fitted into a suit. Ive had enough of galas.” He groaned. He let his hands explore the expanse of her body under the covers, pulling a leg over his hips. He caressed the swell of her ass adjusting her ontop of him. “Tony…” she warned. He stroked her bare thighs, his caresses turned to grabs as his needy hands wandered over her hips and thighs.“I dont want to ” he huffed. “Tony, we have to.” “Nope dont want to go.” “Youre being petulant.” She chided, poking the tip of his nose. “I’m always petulant. Thats one of the many things you adore about me.” He grinned squeezing her ass. She scoffed, tossing her hair over her shoulder and trying to reposition herself, he took that opportunity to shift his hips causing her to lose her balance. He rolled her onto her back and hovered over her, nestled in between her thighs ghosting his lips over hers. She closed her eyes readying for a kiss. “You know what.” He said his lips centimeters away from hers. “You’re right. ” he said before rolling off of her. “Fucking Tony!” She was right. It took all day to make the proper preperations and that excluded the time it took either of them to get ready. The two decided to arrive seperately. Y/n was being fitted into a black Zac Posen gown with off the shoulder bell sleeves and a sinched waist. The train of the dress, miles of black rolling fabric it was reminiscent of that of a fairytale bride. Cascading rivers of black fabric followed her at every move. She donned a Tiffany choker Tony had bought her on her last birthday along with dark lipstick in order to hide the busted lip from the battle before and crisp cut crease eye shadow paired with a sharp wing of black liner. Her hair was perfect, meticulously curled and then brushed out to create an ocean of dark lusterous hair. Her entrance was dramatic as always for she had arrived at a time in between fashionably late and on time right before Tony’s speech was to start. He walked onto the podium with his regular poise and charm. She admired that about him. No matter how bad things were, how lost, broken, defeated he was he could flip a switch and go back to being the charismatic playboy everyone knew and loved. His eyes were searching the crowd she knew he was nervous, frantically trying to find her. Then their eyes met and she could see him relax as a smirk painted across his face. There you go baby… She was a vision, dangerous and ethereal. Her dark skin catching the light as it danced on her exposed cleavage and collar bones, hee pitch black hair rolling down her back. His jaw went slack. He wanted to be near her, to touch her, taste her, smell her. Images of days before flooded his mind. Making love to her in the living room of his tower, the mid afternoon sun causing her sweat slicked skin to shimmer and glow. The hours spent entwined in her legs. The taste of her still fresh on his tonge. The idea of staying wrapped in sheets ordering out as to have enough energy to go again…and again…and again….Visions of the arch of her back underneath his finger tips. The moans of “Tony…Tony I’m gonna…” He cleared his throat and began his speech continuing the lengthy eye contact with her from across the room. The smile that graced her lips made her seem like a mischievous goddess who knew exactly what was on Tony’s mind. The eye contact between them quickly evolved into eye fucking as he continued to speak. A waited glided through the crowd with a tray of champagne. She plucked a glass off of his tray and smiled at him before returning her attention to Tony. She sipped gingerly making sure to look at him as her lips touched the rim of the glass, her tongue grazed it before she took another sip. He shifted on the podium continuing to speak so evenly appearing unfazed. She knew however that he was dying to get off of the stage. He thanked his comrades, he even thanked Cap, and he thanked her praising her bravery, her kind heart, and her pretty face with that unabashed comment the crowd chuckled, she smiled to herself a small chuckle leaving her own lips. As he wrapped up his speech and accepted his medals, hugging, kissing, shaking hands the whole nine. She decided to make her way through the crowd. He followed, trying to catch up to her. He followed the train of the dress and caught up to her. Once he did he pressed his body against her back his hands snaked over her hips pressing her flush against him. He breathed her in as he held her. Her hair smelled of coconut and her body smelled of welcoming bergamot flowers and muguet blossoms. He leant closer to her his lips brushing the shell of her ear causing shivers to run down her spine. “That speech was lovely, Mr. Stark..” she said without turning to face him. “Not half as lovely as that dress on you Ms. Y/L/N.” His hands traveled up the bodice of her dress, she melted into his touch letting her head fall onto his chest. “I cant wait to get you home…” he purred. She chuckled before turning to face him, her heavily lidded lust blown eyes met his and a smile played on his lips. The sight of her like this was taking his breath away. “Now hold on a minute Mr. Stark. Ive got about an hour or so before my carriage turns back into a pumpkin and I’m going to make the most of it.” Her tone was warm and husky. Shivers ran down his spine. He kissed her lusciously, holding her close with his hand splayed in between her bare shoulder blades and the other at her hip keeping her close. The kiss was so decadent her heart fluttered madly and her knees buckled beneath her. He broke the kiss and soaked up Y/n’s love drunk expression. However the clinking of nearby glasses stole his attention. Rhoades, Thor, and Banner had been watching them. “Uh-oh my dear. It seems that we have gathered an audience with our theatrics.” He hummed. She turned to follow his gaze, still tucked in his embrace. She saw them resting at the bar and gave a friendly wave. In response the men held up their glasses to her. “Well if theyre going to watch we might as well give them something to see.” She turned to him “Dance with me.” The two glided across the dance floor like something out of a movie. Their bodies flush against each other, his hips brush against hers sinfully as he whispered salacious things into her ear. His fingers waltzing over the bare skin of her back as his lips brushed over her neck. He kissed the crook of her neck, dragging his bottom lip over her collor bone. “Tony…” she breathed durinf their last dance. “Yes my love?” “Take me home.” The look in her cat like eyes and the come hither tone dripping from her voice illicted a soft moan from Tony. He stopped the dance, grabbed her hand and began to lead her out. Their driver dropped them off infront of the tower. As soon as the car stopped she raced to the door with him hot on her tail. The sound of the rustling of her train mingled with her fae like giggles was music in the night air. She ambled through the door as he gained up on her. He grabbed her by her wrist and pulled her to him. She twirled into him, splaying her hands on his chest grazing his arc reactor with her fingers. He kissed her slowly memorizing her lips with his own. She melted into the kiss as he tangled his fingers in her obsidian mane, the other hand stroked her face. The kiss became heated he caressed her shoulders before his lips left hers. Once they had they immediately found solace at the crook of her neck. “Tony.” She breathed. His fingers danced over her skin. “Tony unzip me.” She said softly. He smiled, pressing hot kisses up the column of her neck his fingers glided over her shoulders before finding the zipper. He unzipped it carefully, knowing the worth of hed zac posen gown. The gown fell gracefully off her body pooling into an onyx puddle around her ankles. He admired her body in the soft moon light. She had forgone the bra and stood before him in nothing but a sheer black thong with a tiny rose placed at the elastic. He scanned her in obvious awe. “Y/n….” he trailed off as his eyes wandered over her breasts, her hips, her long pretty legs. She grabbed his hand and stepped out of the dress still in her heels. His eyes met hers and she smiled. “Come on.” He followed her up the stairs, one of his bots would soon gather up her dress and put it away safely. She was gorgeous from this view. Her hair cascading down her back, her perfect ass moving in sync with the switch of her hips. His mouth watered. He followed her into the bedroom . She sat on their bed. “Now, we can finish what we started this morning..” she said crossing her legs. He grinned trying to tear out of his suit as quickly as possible, kicking out of his dress shoes as soon as he was down to his briefs he crawled up the bed frantically, he pinned her down under him causing her to giggle. He kissed her hungrily she wrapped her arms around his neck, rolling him onto his back before straddling him. He sat up collecting her in his arms kissing her lios, her chest, in between the valley of her breasts. His lips worshipped her body. Every kiss a silent thank you. Every touch a silent prayer. She carded her fingers through his hair, rolling her hips against his feeling how desperately hard he eas underneath her. He groaned into the flesh of her neck, biting gently as his hands roamed the smooth skin of her back. Her hand snaked in between them finding his cock he gasped as she grabbed him. She used her free hand to bring his lips to hers. Kissing him passionately showing him all of the love he wanted. She stroked his cheek with her thumb and could feel faint wetness on his cheek. She pulled away. “Baby?are you alright?” Tears had streaked down his face. “I…this…you…everything is perfect.” He choked. “I love you Y/n.” Tony said softly. She smiled tears threatening her eyes. “You didnt have to save me, but you did. You couldve left like Steve. You couldve skipped out when you found out how broken I was.” He held her caressing her back gently. “I couldve. But I know if I was in your shoes you wouldnt leave me either.” She said as a tear tumbled down her cheek. He kissed the path that the tear fell until he met her lips. The salty taste of their tears entered her mouth along with his tonge as he rolled ontop of her. He kissed her longingly sliding his tongue over hers, gathering her legs in his hands bringing her knees up to her chest dragging his bulge over her heat. She gasped against his mouth as he kissed her. He pulled away from her and started to leave soft kisses on her knees up to her shin sucking at her ankle, kissing her feet softly. She giggled as he kissed each foot. He held them against his face smiling down at her. “You are so beautiful. ” he hummed, caressing her legs. He hooked his fingers into the fabric of the panties before sliding them down her legs. She wiggled to help him as he let her legs fall. He pulled them off of her and continued to kiss her , sliding his finger through her folds. She grabbed his arms smoothing her thumbs over his muscles before sliding them down the expanse of his body stopping at his hips. She dug her fingers into the hem of his briefs before tearing them down his legs. He chuckled as he shook out of them. He lined up with her entrance, sliding in painfully slow. She let out a low moan as he filled her to the hilt. He pressed his body flat against hers gathering her leg and draping it over his shoulder. She gasped at the presure against her sweet spot. He kissed her gently as he rocked in and out of her. He was in so deep she could feel everything every moment inside of her was magnified. She kissed him firmly earning a moan from his lips. She rolled her hips in tune with his causing him to shiver. He drove deeper and deeper each time. She could feel him beginning to give. “Baby. Baby.” She called. “Yes my love.” He groaned as he fucked into her. “Roll over.” She said softly. He let go of her leg and obeyed letting her straddle him again. She brought him up to kiss her. He crossed his legs under her helping them both balance. She kissed him gingerly as she sank onto his cock. The new angle made them both hum. He held her close to him as she rolled her hips on his cock. He moaned; breaking the kiss and laying his head on her chest. She held him stroking his hair as she rode drawing him closer to his orgasm. He slipped his hand in between them and worked languid circles about her swollen clit. “Tony!” She cried at the jolt of sudden contact to her sensitive bundle of nerves. “"Tony I love you.” She hummed as she rolled her hips. He sucked softly on her chest grazing the skin with his teeth, smoothing his tongue over it before continuing to suck. He moaned into her skin. “Fuck!” He winced as his orgasm crept closer and closer. “Are you close?” She breahted. He threw his head back as a moan left his lips. She kissed his exposed throat, sucked at his adams apple and dragged her tongue across the column of his neck. He twitched inside of her. Her own orgasm was gaining on her. He took her turning her over and pressing her against the headboard he lined up with her again before fucking into her. She braced herself, grabbing the rumpled sheets beside her. He gripped her hips bruisingly hard as he rutted. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he kissed her sloppily about the face and neck. “I love you.” He said into her ear. With that she spilled over, cumming hard onto his cock as he continued. She cried out as her orgasm washed through her, tears gathered at the corners of her eyes as bliss started to envelope her. He burried his face into her neck as he sputtered cumming inside of her in hot waves making her shiver. He collapsed into her arms. Resting on her shoulder. She kissed the top of his head and stroked his cheek. He pulled out of her gently and lovingly wrapped them up in their blankets gathering her in his arms. He rested his chin atop if her head kissing her head and burrying his nose in her hair. “This is perfect. So much more than I deserve….” he hummed. “No, Tony. You deserve to be loved. You deserve this.” She replied. He said nothing but he kissed the top of her head once more, stroking her forearms gingerly. “Thank you.”