Where Cap and I Make Up

"Hilda?" he came in through the wall, soaking wet, wearing a Pea coat and long wool trousers.

"Mal! Let me get you out of those things," I said.

I removed the coat and hung it up. Next I unbuckled his trousers and took off the rugby shirt he was wearing.

"Where have you been?"

"To London."

"To see The Queen, no doubt."

He grinned. "I'm sorry. I just, gorramit, Hildy, I've been thinking about you, night and day and what we have is just-"

"I know," I said.

He picked me up and I put my legs around him and he solemnly carried me to the bed, wearing only his boxer shorts. They were blue and dry. The wool trousers had kept the rain out.

"I brought you something," he reached into the wall and pulled out a pink box.

"Oh! What is it?"

"It's something I'd kind of like to see you wear. If you've a mind to, that is," he blushed a little bit.

I opened the box and inside was a sheer light pink nightgown with lace inlets.

"To match your nipples," he said.

"I LIKE it!" I stripped down and immediately put it on.

"Oh Hilda," he said, his hands cupping my breasts, he put his mouth to my nipple and licked and sucked. "Oh, and there's something else in the box."

"There is?"

"Uh huh."

Truly, there was! It was a tiny box with two chocolates in it.

"One for me and one for you," he said.

"Malcolm!"

"I know. Am I great or what?"

I laughed and pulled out a chocolate, bit into it-carmel oozed out and I licked it off my fingers. I fed him the second bite. Then I bit into the second. Coconut. Dark chocolate and rich creamy coconut. I did not share. "Captain, you are!"

He threw me down on the bed and returned attending to my nipples, which strategically poked out of the nightgown he has procured for me. And of course, there were matching crotchless panties!

He made his way down my body, licking and sucking, his fingers moving in and out of me as he licked at my little clit. When I climaxed, I sang, per usual. And then he took out his cock. Which I sucked upon until he could no longer stand it and he had to fuck me.

He was on top, moving in and out of me, his hard cock getting harder and harder until he had to pause. I gave him a squeeze, "Thinking about baseball?"

"What?"

"Oh right. Um. Shall I turn over?"

"Yes."

He helped turn me over and entered me from behind, his hands stroking my nipples and then, as he fucked, he moved his fingers lightly and quickly over my clit, wetting them with his mouth he kept fucking and rubbing until he put his mouth upon mine, and thrusting his tongue in me, we both came together.

It was perfect.

I remain, sated, but not for long,

Hilda Stinson