Groaning softly into the kiss, Bucky couldn't help moving his hips slightly, seeking friction without finding any. Eventually, Bucky pulled back and tugged at the hem of the large shirt gently as he asked, "Can I?" When Steph nodded, Bucky sat up and helped her out of the shirt, grinning softly as he looked her over in her underclothes.
He had seen Steph in her underwear before, but only when he was helping her into a fresh nightgown or something because she was sick with a fever and he didn't want her to stay in a sweaty gown, or helping her out of her day clothes and into a gown when she was, again, too sick to manage well on her own. But he had never tried to look her over in those moments. It didn't seem right, trying to ogle his best friend when she was too sick to even dress herself properly.
But then, Bucky hesitated. It only lasted for a moment, but it was there as he convinced himself he should take his own shirt off. Bucky wanted to be able to feel her skin against his, not just the cotton of the shirt, and she'd already seen the scars, so they wouldn't be a big shock for her. So, he pulled his shirt over his head, tossed it aside with Steph's, and lay back down to capture her mouth with his once more.
"Hey, no fair, I wanted to do that," Steph pretended to complain as Bucky pulled her back into the bed with him. She did want to take off her shirt, but she was mostly saying it to alleviate his obvious discomfort.
And maybe a little of hers. He seemed happy enough when he looked her over, but she couldn't unsee the picture of tall, curvy, perfect Stephanie Rogers, so hot she had to fend off advances from strangers. Steph knew she was plain and forgettable by comparison.
Then Bucky's mouth was on hers, kissing her in a way that would've made her Ma blush if she knew, and Steph remembered how he'd said, Of course I remember everything about who you were, and are. That was enough. She didn't need the whole world. He was her whole world.
She ran her fingers over his scars again, after which she ventured lower, satisfying a curiosity she'd had for years. "Jesus, Buck," she said suddenly, pulling back to look down and ogle at his abs, tracing the bumps and lines while she bit on her lower lip. She wasn't about to give whatever they put him through credit for this work of art, but damn. "You were holding this out on me too?"
Bucky chuckled softly at Steph's reaction to him. It was definitely better than earlier, when she had the shock of seeing what his shoulder was like for the first time, but it made his face redden anyway. "Come on," he rolled his eyes. "We went to the beach how many times? You know I didn't look like this." In the 30s, during that time he'd heard called the Great Depression, the beaches of New York City were free activities, and they were teenagers looking for things to do on their days off from school or between what jobs Bucky could scrounge up.
"But I'm glad you don't hate that I'm bigger than I used to be." He closed his eyes for a moment, then, just enjoying the feel of his girl touching him in ways she never had before. When he reopened his eyes, Bucky looked at her with a soft grin on his face. "I always wanted to feel you touching me, though." It was just his abs, which wasn't that scandalous compared to other things, but still. It was Steph's hands on bare skin that was usually hidden away.
Steph giggled then, a completely girlish giggle that she wasn't in the habit of making. She propped herself up some, resting her head on her left hand while the fingertips of the other moved off his abs to start skimming the waistband of his pants. "So... you're also bigger here...?" she teased, but a bit more timidly than she usually did.
The flush on her face spilled to her neck as she felt the temptation to palm his crotch, as he'd said he wanted her touching him anyway. She was held back, however, by the thought of people doing things to him without his consent. Her touch might be welcome, but she didn't want to overstep her bounds. Love was patient; she could wait until he gave her permission.
"I love you however you look though," she assured, not wanting him to think her or her love shallow. She brought her hand back up to his shoulder, touching the scars around where the metal connected before trailing her fingers down his arm. "Even this."
Bucky let out a soft moan when Steph ran her fingertips along his waistline. "I, uh... Yeah, actually," he admitted a bit sheepishly. He hadn't exactly been a slouch in that area before the war, either, but that serum had definitely made him bigger than before everywhere.
She moved on before actually touching him there, and while it was slightly disappointing, Bucky was content to let her explore. He didn't even flinch when she touched his scars that time, and grinned a little when she ran her fingers down his vibranium arm. "I can feel that, you know." He was watching her face instead of her fingers, but he could tell exactly where they made contact with him. There might be a minuscule delay between where she touched and him registering the feeling because wiring wasn't the same as nerve endings, but that was still worlds better than nothing. "Not the same as the other arm, and it doesn't feel pain or anything, but there's sensors or something in it so I can still feel."
He caught her hand in his metal one then, and brought it up to press soft kisses to her fingers. "You know you can touch me anywhere you want, right?"
"Like, now? Or anytime?" It was probably the latter, but Steph just wanted to be sure, especially since she was likely going to be very handsy once she'd gotten Bucky's permission. How could she not? She had always wanted to look at him, to touch him, to feel him wrapped around her. Their stolen moments had been great and all — those intimate instances that they'd claimed were purely platonic, though had actually hoped otherwise. But now she didn't have to pretend he felt the same, because he did.
"You can touch me anywhere and anytime you want too," she offered before he could ask, just in case it wasn't clear. "I like it when you touch me."
Slowly, shyly, she drew her hand back and his along with it, guiding it toward her chest. His hand was large enough to cover her small breast. She hoped he wasn't disappointed. "So you can feel that?"
"Any time you want, Steph," Bucky told her simply. "I'm all yours." And he would be sure to touch her, too, since that's all he'd ever wanted to do.
When Steph guided her hand to her breast, Bucky's breath caught slightly. That was, after all, one area he'd always made sure to keep his hands far away from out of respect. "Yeah, I can," he answered, thumb drifting across the slight inside curve, along her breastbone, the slide of metal along the fabric of her undershirt making it almost glide. "It's not the same as with my right hand, but I can definitely feel a perky breast under there."
It wasn't skin to skin (or metal to skin, in this case) contact yet, but Steph's mouth parted in a quiet moan at the feel of Bucky's hand on her breast. There wasn't much there, but she'd long imagined him slipping a hand underneath the neckline of her dress and feeling her up. She'd drawn it several times, in fact, with each sketch just a bit more scandalous than the last.
She dropped her hand back to his waist, her fingers curling over the hem of his pants. She wanted to touch too, but his hand was distracting. "You go first, unless you want me to. Just can't think straight when you're touching me like that." It wasn't even about getting pleasured by the touching; to Steph, it was giving herself to him, making her his.
Bucky also wasn't thinking properly by that point. He wasn't really sure if she wanted him to undress her first or himself, so he made the decision himself. After leaning in and pressing a heated kiss to Steph's lips, he rolled onto his back, lifted his hips a bit, and slid his pants and underwear down to his thighs at once, then kicked them the rest of the way off.
Bare for her from head to toe, cock thick and erect, he turned to face her again. "Is this what you wanted?" he asked, a somewhat nervous grin on his face. It wasn't because he didn't think she would like what she saw; it was more about the fact that he'd never been naked in bed with anyone before, especially not the woman he'd been waiting his whole life for.
"Hey, I wanted to do that too—" Steph started to say with a laugh as Bucky slid his clothes off, only to stop and stare wide-eyed at the body revealed underneath all that. She pushed herself back up to seated, tucking her legs together on one side and licking her lips as she really looked him over. He was gorgeous. Well, he always had been, but he didn't look like he was barely eating enough anymore. Big and broad and muscly actually suited him.
She finally allowed herself to gaze at his cock. Like him, she'd been trying to be respectful and not ogle at her best friend, only stealing glances during the times he seemed to have a bump on his crotch. There was no speculating now though. It was big and thick, just like the rest of him, and, when she tentatively wrapped her small fingers around it, hard as a rock. "Jesus," she gasped softly. She licked her lips again, then swallowed, then averted her gaze to his face. "I dunno how this'll fit, Buck." She could feel her cheeks burning, as well as the growing unease between her legs. She had never desired anyone the way she did now, with the love of her life bare and hard before her.
She let go of his cock to pull her undershirt up and off her, then she got on her knees to pull her panties down. It was only fair, but she also desperately wanted to feel the press of their naked bodies, his skin against hers. Sitting back down to slip her panties off her knees and the rest of the way, she stilled when he moved, so quickly and gracefully and quietly, to help. She let him, watching his hands move with precision and realizing that he had done this before, when she was too sick to change her clothes all on her own.
The feeling of Steph's small hand wrapped around him was entirely too brief, but Bucky quickly decided that seeing her undress in front of him made up for it. He even sat up to help her get her panties off all the way before letting himself really look her over. Skinny and small breasted, she was pretty much exactly how Bucky had pictured Steph before the serum entered their lives.
Reaching his natural hand out to cup one breast, thumb drifting lightly across her nipple, his eyes locked back on hers. "You're so beautiful, Steph," he told her, his voice soft and almost reverent. But he had always thought she was beautiful, even when they were young and all elbows and knees, and he never understood why the other guys weren't stumbling over themselves for her like he was.
Moving in close, Bucky's other hand came up to rest on her cheek as he leaned in to kiss her again.
The raw honesty in Bucky's eyes and voice made Steph burn hotter than seeing him naked. He thought she was beautiful. Her, not just the woman she became after the serum. Her heart swelling with love and gratitude, he'd barely cupped her cheek when she leaned forward to kiss him deeply.
"I love you, Buck," she groaned into his mouth. How stupid had they truly been, when this was so easy? So easy that she was climbing into his lap after a moment, trapping his cock between them. She would give it more attention later. Right now she just wanted to curl up against him while they kissed, pressing as much of her skin into his.
She nuzzled his neck, eager to taste his skin and leave a mark there. After she did, she kissed up to his ear, already a little breathless and moaning softly.
"I love you, too," Bucky said, wrapping his arms tightly around Steph's waist when she crawled into his lap. There was something special about being able to hold her to him when they were skin to skin. He even let out a soft moan when she gave his neck attention, then turned his head to do the same to her neck once she reached his ear.
Meanwhile, he let his large hands slide over her back, enjoying the feeling of her smooth skin in his hands, before letting them drift down to settle on her ass. Tugging her more firmly against him, Bucky's own breathing was coming out rough by the time he captured her lips with his again.
That Bucky was touching and kissing her so freely made Steph feel kind of light-headed. He really did come home, to her, even if it wasn't in the way she ever imagined, and now she was never letting go.
She'd wanted to touch his cock, to play with it, but he'd tugged her even closer when he kissed her again that it remained trapped between their bodies. Not to be deterred, she moved her hips and rubbed against it instead, groaning at the sweet friction. If she had been any stronger, she would've pushed him back into the bed so she could slide along his cock properly, but she wasn't, so she was more than happy to hump him while moaning into his mouth.
If he was surprised by her boldness, or that she wasn't sweet and innocent after all, she didn't notice. He certainly didn't ask her to stop, or push her away.
The way Steph was rubbing against Bucky made him moan into the kiss again, his natural hand coming up to rest on her cheek. He'd never had anyone but himself touch his cock before, so having her grinding against him was like nothing he'd ever experienced before.
Eventually, he broke the kiss to start kissing along her neck instead, and let his hand fall from her cheek to squeeze her breast gently, wanting to really feel her, not just the sensor's interpretation of her. And she felt amazing. "I could touch you all the time," he said against the curve of her neck before moving up to suck another purple mark into the skin below her ear.
"Tell me what you want?" It was more of a question than a demand. Knowing Steph, she had probably already thought of something. And knowing himself, he would bend over backwards to give her whatever it was.
"I want you touching me all the time," Steph murmured breathlessly. Stilling from her grinding, her eyes fluttered shut as Bucky sucked on the skin of her neck; she'd only realized today that her neck was sensitive. As were her thighs, apparently.
His question made her pull back enough to look at him. Her body was craving more of his touch, that was true, but she had never put her own desires before what she thought he wanted. That was what led to their whole misunderstanding about each other's feelings in the first place. She wasn't about to change now though. He of all people knew how stubborn she was.
"Can you... lie down for a bit? I just wanna kiss you. Like, everywhere." He had to live through his body being violated. Now she was going to shower it with affection.
It would be difficult for Bucky to not touch Steph nonstop now that he was able to, so it was good they were on the same page there.
Steph's request made Bucky raise a brow, but he lay back as she asked him to, nonetheless. "Like this?" he asked simply, watching her as he pulled his good hand up to wedge between his head and the pillow.
Once he realized just how much he liked looking at Steph from that angle, his expression shifted into more of a heated smirk. "Jesus, sweetheart," he said softly as he really looked her over, taking in the bare body sitting astride him. This Steph wasn't curvy or busty like the older version of her had been, but Bucky still thought she was perfect. Hell, his cock even twitched between them from just the sight of her.
Well, Steph hadn't expected Bucky to pose, which made her bite her lower lip and nod approvingly. She would sketch him now if touching and kissing and fucking didn't take precedence. Maybe later, while they rested. She'd draw him exactly like this, resting his head on his flesh hand, cock hard and erect.
Slowly, she leaned over, then crawled forward when their faces weren't quite level. She was tempted to sit right on his cock, but she was adamant on pleasuring him first, so she remained on her hands and knees while she kissed him. "I love you," she told him again, because he'd said he liked hearing it. "Just relax, okay?"
She kissed him on the mouth, then down his neck, and along his shoulder to his scars. She lingered there, first pressing tender kisses to the damaged skin and tissue, then open-mouthed ones. After which she nuzzled the hollow of his throat, licked down his chest, and sucked on his nipples. She was clumsy but earnest, and very, very eager, gripping his sides with her small hands as she traveled lower.
She then knelt between his legs, lowering herself to sit on her heels while she took his good hand, which had wandered back to her body at some point. Lifting her gaze to his face, she kissed his wrist, over his pulse point, as well as the pads of his fingers. Then she slowly, teasingly sucked on his index finger, gripping his palm with both hands to move the digit in and out of her mouth.
"I love you, too," Bucky told her, then let out a weak chuckle. "I'm not sure I know how to relax any more, doll, but I'll try."
Steph's kisses certainly helped, though. He'd never been touched with such care before, and he loved it. Her lips on his neck made him tilt his head to the side a bit, giving her better accessm on his scars brought quiet sighs out of him, but, surprising himself, his nipples made him moan softly. It seemed he was particularly sensitive there.
By the time she took his finger into her mouth, his breathing was ragged, and his heart was pounding. The sight of her sucking his finger like it was a cock was absolutely obscene. "Fuck," he whispered under his breath again. "Always knew you were good with that mouth of yours." Sure, he had known she was good at running it, but now it held a whole new meaning, too.
Steph committed Bucky's reactions to memory, especially which areas he was particularly sensitive in. She was glad he seemed to be enjoying what she was doing to him, but on a more selfish note, she loved hearing him moan and the way his breathing had gone ragged. She'd wondered and fantasized about that for so long, she felt a kind of wicked satisfaction at finally witnessing it for herself — and that she had caused it.
Still, she blushed at his comment, turning her already flushed skin even redder, from her cheeks all the way down to her neck. She also took that as her cue to move on, giving his finger one last suck before relinquishing his hand in favor of bending over to continue her trail of kisses to his stomach. She traced the lines of his muscles with her tongue, kissed down to his hip, then skirted around his cock to kiss the inside of his thighs and lick his balls. By that time she was stretched out on her belly between his legs, and so, so wet.
He hadn't asked her to stop, so he must somehow be enjoying how filthy she was getting. Still, she paused to peer up the length of his body and ask, "You okay if I try...?" obviously meaning his cock, which was now right next to her face.
Every place Steph's mouth touched brought one kind of sound or another out of him. He'd never had anyone touch him the way she was, but by God he'd always wanted her doing pretty much exactly this.
And then she was asking if he minded? "I'd have to be crazy to tell you no, sweetheart," he told her with his face flushed. He likely would have been even darker if he didn't have so much of his blood pooled elsewhere. Grinning softly, Bucky sat up just slightly so he could run his fingers through Steph's hair. "Only if you want to, though, yeah? I only want you doing things you want to do. Hell, if we try something and you don't like it, tell me and we'll stop, alright?"
Even when he was more turned on than he'd ever been in his life, Steph's health and happiness was his top priority, dammit.
Honestly, Steph would still do it even if she didn't like it, if it was what Bucky wanted. She didn't mind. For her, his health and happiness was top priority. It had been why she hadn't really spoken of her feelings until now; she had believed, with her poor health, that she would only be a burden if they married, then she would die and leave him a widower anyway. Probably without any children. What was the point of being with her if he would only suffer and be miserable?
Yet apparently the dumbass would rather lose an arm and get captured and tortured than lose her, so he would have to put up with her for the rest of her life now. She was sure she would still die first, though modern medicine might give her a shot at living longer.
"Okay. I want to though." She was grinning from the way he was running his fingers through her hair, and, well, it was true, she did want to suck his cock. "Keep your hand in my hair?" That was part of the scene whenever she imagined going down on him: his hand at the back of her head, pushing and pulling along with her. It was filthy, and she liked it.
She couldn't last as long as she wanted to, however, and he'd likewise insisted on her pulling back when he felt her gag a few times. "Sorry," she mumbled apologetically, opening and closing her mouth to work some feeling back to her jaw. "You're just... so big..." she said, suddenly shy, her face flushing even darker. Oh she'd tried to go as deep as she could. She really wanted to, and she was a tad disappointed in herself for failing.
Bucky had done as she asked, keeping his hand in her hair the whole time. "You've got nothing to be sorry for. That felt amazing," he said with a soft, breathless chuckle. Honestly, he had been forcing himself to keep his hips still, not wanting to make it worse for her.
He sat up then, pulling her up into his lap before kissing along her jaw, up to the seemingly sore hinge. From there, it was easy to flip their positions, putting Steph on her back with him holding himself over her, his kisses and gentle nips moving down along the line of her neck. Pulling back far enough to look down at her, he grinned. "I want to do all that to you, now, alright?" After another kiss on the mouth, he went back to kissing down her neck towards her chest, then paid special attention to her nipples before continuing lower.
Steph was done pretending she didn't want any of this, so she just said, "Okay," with a breathless laugh, and didn't fight Bucky when he laid her down and started kissing down her neck. It was a struggle to not close her eyes though; she seemed sensitive everywhere, or maybe it was just because it was her first time to be touched and kissed.
Her insecurities about her appearance faded into the back of her mind then. He made her feel loved and appreciated... and very, very wet. Unlike him, though, she couldn't keep still. Or quiet. She moaned, she arched her back, she shifted her hips. And as he moved lower still, she slid her hands into his hair and opened her legs some more.
Bucky didn't think there was a single thing that Steph should be insecure about when it came to her looks. He'd always thought she was beautiful, head to toe, imperfections and all, and he hoped he could make her feel it with the way he touched and kissed her skin.
He kissed and bit gently across her stomach to each of her hips, then down one leg to her ankle before working back up the other leg, from ankle to inner thigh. Finally, with his eyes on her face, he moved his mouth to her sex, feeling and tasting all that wetness as he worked her as well as he could with his tongue. He didn't know much about what, exactly, to do down there, but he knew paying attention to her clit was important.
It wasn't long before he brought his good hand up to tease and work gently at that small, so tight opening with one finger.
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He had seen Steph in her underwear before, but only when he was helping her into a fresh nightgown or something because she was sick with a fever and he didn't want her to stay in a sweaty gown, or helping her out of her day clothes and into a gown when she was, again, too sick to manage well on her own. But he had never tried to look her over in those moments. It didn't seem right, trying to ogle his best friend when she was too sick to even dress herself properly.
But then, Bucky hesitated. It only lasted for a moment, but it was there as he convinced himself he should take his own shirt off. Bucky wanted to be able to feel her skin against his, not just the cotton of the shirt, and she'd already seen the scars, so they wouldn't be a big shock for her. So, he pulled his shirt over his head, tossed it aside with Steph's, and lay back down to capture her mouth with his once more.
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And maybe a little of hers. He seemed happy enough when he looked her over, but she couldn't unsee the picture of tall, curvy, perfect Stephanie Rogers, so hot she had to fend off advances from strangers. Steph knew she was plain and forgettable by comparison.
Then Bucky's mouth was on hers, kissing her in a way that would've made her Ma blush if she knew, and Steph remembered how he'd said, Of course I remember everything about who you were, and are. That was enough. She didn't need the whole world. He was her whole world.
She ran her fingers over his scars again, after which she ventured lower, satisfying a curiosity she'd had for years. "Jesus, Buck," she said suddenly, pulling back to look down and ogle at his abs, tracing the bumps and lines while she bit on her lower lip. She wasn't about to give whatever they put him through credit for this work of art, but damn. "You were holding this out on me too?"
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"But I'm glad you don't hate that I'm bigger than I used to be." He closed his eyes for a moment, then, just enjoying the feel of his girl touching him in ways she never had before. When he reopened his eyes, Bucky looked at her with a soft grin on his face. "I always wanted to feel you touching me, though." It was just his abs, which wasn't that scandalous compared to other things, but still. It was Steph's hands on bare skin that was usually hidden away.
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The flush on her face spilled to her neck as she felt the temptation to palm his crotch, as he'd said he wanted her touching him anyway. She was held back, however, by the thought of people doing things to him without his consent. Her touch might be welcome, but she didn't want to overstep her bounds. Love was patient; she could wait until he gave her permission.
"I love you however you look though," she assured, not wanting him to think her or her love shallow. She brought her hand back up to his shoulder, touching the scars around where the metal connected before trailing her fingers down his arm. "Even this."
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She moved on before actually touching him there, and while it was slightly disappointing, Bucky was content to let her explore. He didn't even flinch when she touched his scars that time, and grinned a little when she ran her fingers down his vibranium arm. "I can feel that, you know." He was watching her face instead of her fingers, but he could tell exactly where they made contact with him. There might be a minuscule delay between where she touched and him registering the feeling because wiring wasn't the same as nerve endings, but that was still worlds better than nothing. "Not the same as the other arm, and it doesn't feel pain or anything, but there's sensors or something in it so I can still feel."
He caught her hand in his metal one then, and brought it up to press soft kisses to her fingers. "You know you can touch me anywhere you want, right?"
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"You can touch me anywhere and anytime you want too," she offered before he could ask, just in case it wasn't clear. "I like it when you touch me."
Slowly, shyly, she drew her hand back and his along with it, guiding it toward her chest. His hand was large enough to cover her small breast. She hoped he wasn't disappointed. "So you can feel that?"
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When Steph guided her hand to her breast, Bucky's breath caught slightly. That was, after all, one area he'd always made sure to keep his hands far away from out of respect. "Yeah, I can," he answered, thumb drifting across the slight inside curve, along her breastbone, the slide of metal along the fabric of her undershirt making it almost glide. "It's not the same as with my right hand, but I can definitely feel a perky breast under there."
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She dropped her hand back to his waist, her fingers curling over the hem of his pants. She wanted to touch too, but his hand was distracting. "You go first, unless you want me to. Just can't think straight when you're touching me like that." It wasn't even about getting pleasured by the touching; to Steph, it was giving herself to him, making her his.
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Bare for her from head to toe, cock thick and erect, he turned to face her again. "Is this what you wanted?" he asked, a somewhat nervous grin on his face. It wasn't because he didn't think she would like what she saw; it was more about the fact that he'd never been naked in bed with anyone before, especially not the woman he'd been waiting his whole life for.
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She finally allowed herself to gaze at his cock. Like him, she'd been trying to be respectful and not ogle at her best friend, only stealing glances during the times he seemed to have a bump on his crotch. There was no speculating now though. It was big and thick, just like the rest of him, and, when she tentatively wrapped her small fingers around it, hard as a rock. "Jesus," she gasped softly. She licked her lips again, then swallowed, then averted her gaze to his face. "I dunno how this'll fit, Buck." She could feel her cheeks burning, as well as the growing unease between her legs. She had never desired anyone the way she did now, with the love of her life bare and hard before her.
She let go of his cock to pull her undershirt up and off her, then she got on her knees to pull her panties down. It was only fair, but she also desperately wanted to feel the press of their naked bodies, his skin against hers. Sitting back down to slip her panties off her knees and the rest of the way, she stilled when he moved, so quickly and gracefully and quietly, to help. She let him, watching his hands move with precision and realizing that he had done this before, when she was too sick to change her clothes all on her own.
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Reaching his natural hand out to cup one breast, thumb drifting lightly across her nipple, his eyes locked back on hers. "You're so beautiful, Steph," he told her, his voice soft and almost reverent. But he had always thought she was beautiful, even when they were young and all elbows and knees, and he never understood why the other guys weren't stumbling over themselves for her like he was.
Moving in close, Bucky's other hand came up to rest on her cheek as he leaned in to kiss her again.
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"I love you, Buck," she groaned into his mouth. How stupid had they truly been, when this was so easy? So easy that she was climbing into his lap after a moment, trapping his cock between them. She would give it more attention later. Right now she just wanted to curl up against him while they kissed, pressing as much of her skin into his.
She nuzzled his neck, eager to taste his skin and leave a mark there. After she did, she kissed up to his ear, already a little breathless and moaning softly.
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Meanwhile, he let his large hands slide over her back, enjoying the feeling of her smooth skin in his hands, before letting them drift down to settle on her ass. Tugging her more firmly against him, Bucky's own breathing was coming out rough by the time he captured her lips with his again.
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She'd wanted to touch his cock, to play with it, but he'd tugged her even closer when he kissed her again that it remained trapped between their bodies. Not to be deterred, she moved her hips and rubbed against it instead, groaning at the sweet friction. If she had been any stronger, she would've pushed him back into the bed so she could slide along his cock properly, but she wasn't, so she was more than happy to hump him while moaning into his mouth.
If he was surprised by her boldness, or that she wasn't sweet and innocent after all, she didn't notice. He certainly didn't ask her to stop, or push her away.
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Eventually, he broke the kiss to start kissing along her neck instead, and let his hand fall from her cheek to squeeze her breast gently, wanting to really feel her, not just the sensor's interpretation of her. And she felt amazing. "I could touch you all the time," he said against the curve of her neck before moving up to suck another purple mark into the skin below her ear.
"Tell me what you want?" It was more of a question than a demand. Knowing Steph, she had probably already thought of something. And knowing himself, he would bend over backwards to give her whatever it was.
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His question made her pull back enough to look at him. Her body was craving more of his touch, that was true, but she had never put her own desires before what she thought he wanted. That was what led to their whole misunderstanding about each other's feelings in the first place. She wasn't about to change now though. He of all people knew how stubborn she was.
"Can you... lie down for a bit? I just wanna kiss you. Like, everywhere." He had to live through his body being violated. Now she was going to shower it with affection.
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Steph's request made Bucky raise a brow, but he lay back as she asked him to, nonetheless. "Like this?" he asked simply, watching her as he pulled his good hand up to wedge between his head and the pillow.
Once he realized just how much he liked looking at Steph from that angle, his expression shifted into more of a heated smirk. "Jesus, sweetheart," he said softly as he really looked her over, taking in the bare body sitting astride him. This Steph wasn't curvy or busty like the older version of her had been, but Bucky still thought she was perfect. Hell, his cock even twitched between them from just the sight of her.
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Slowly, she leaned over, then crawled forward when their faces weren't quite level. She was tempted to sit right on his cock, but she was adamant on pleasuring him first, so she remained on her hands and knees while she kissed him. "I love you," she told him again, because he'd said he liked hearing it. "Just relax, okay?"
She kissed him on the mouth, then down his neck, and along his shoulder to his scars. She lingered there, first pressing tender kisses to the damaged skin and tissue, then open-mouthed ones. After which she nuzzled the hollow of his throat, licked down his chest, and sucked on his nipples. She was clumsy but earnest, and very, very eager, gripping his sides with her small hands as she traveled lower.
She then knelt between his legs, lowering herself to sit on her heels while she took his good hand, which had wandered back to her body at some point. Lifting her gaze to his face, she kissed his wrist, over his pulse point, as well as the pads of his fingers. Then she slowly, teasingly sucked on his index finger, gripping his palm with both hands to move the digit in and out of her mouth.
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Steph's kisses certainly helped, though. He'd never been touched with such care before, and he loved it. Her lips on his neck made him tilt his head to the side a bit, giving her better accessm on his scars brought quiet sighs out of him, but, surprising himself, his nipples made him moan softly. It seemed he was particularly sensitive there.
By the time she took his finger into her mouth, his breathing was ragged, and his heart was pounding. The sight of her sucking his finger like it was a cock was absolutely obscene. "Fuck," he whispered under his breath again. "Always knew you were good with that mouth of yours." Sure, he had known she was good at running it, but now it held a whole new meaning, too.
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Still, she blushed at his comment, turning her already flushed skin even redder, from her cheeks all the way down to her neck. She also took that as her cue to move on, giving his finger one last suck before relinquishing his hand in favor of bending over to continue her trail of kisses to his stomach. She traced the lines of his muscles with her tongue, kissed down to his hip, then skirted around his cock to kiss the inside of his thighs and lick his balls. By that time she was stretched out on her belly between his legs, and so, so wet.
He hadn't asked her to stop, so he must somehow be enjoying how filthy she was getting. Still, she paused to peer up the length of his body and ask, "You okay if I try...?" obviously meaning his cock, which was now right next to her face.
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And then she was asking if he minded? "I'd have to be crazy to tell you no, sweetheart," he told her with his face flushed. He likely would have been even darker if he didn't have so much of his blood pooled elsewhere. Grinning softly, Bucky sat up just slightly so he could run his fingers through Steph's hair. "Only if you want to, though, yeah? I only want you doing things you want to do. Hell, if we try something and you don't like it, tell me and we'll stop, alright?"
Even when he was more turned on than he'd ever been in his life, Steph's health and happiness was his top priority, dammit.
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Yet apparently the dumbass would rather lose an arm and get captured and tortured than lose her, so he would have to put up with her for the rest of her life now. She was sure she would still die first, though modern medicine might give her a shot at living longer.
"Okay. I want to though." She was grinning from the way he was running his fingers through her hair, and, well, it was true, she did want to suck his cock. "Keep your hand in my hair?" That was part of the scene whenever she imagined going down on him: his hand at the back of her head, pushing and pulling along with her. It was filthy, and she liked it.
She couldn't last as long as she wanted to, however, and he'd likewise insisted on her pulling back when he felt her gag a few times. "Sorry," she mumbled apologetically, opening and closing her mouth to work some feeling back to her jaw. "You're just... so big..." she said, suddenly shy, her face flushing even darker. Oh she'd tried to go as deep as she could. She really wanted to, and she was a tad disappointed in herself for failing.
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He sat up then, pulling her up into his lap before kissing along her jaw, up to the seemingly sore hinge. From there, it was easy to flip their positions, putting Steph on her back with him holding himself over her, his kisses and gentle nips moving down along the line of her neck. Pulling back far enough to look down at her, he grinned. "I want to do all that to you, now, alright?" After another kiss on the mouth, he went back to kissing down her neck towards her chest, then paid special attention to her nipples before continuing lower.
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Her insecurities about her appearance faded into the back of her mind then. He made her feel loved and appreciated... and very, very wet. Unlike him, though, she couldn't keep still. Or quiet. She moaned, she arched her back, she shifted her hips. And as he moved lower still, she slid her hands into his hair and opened her legs some more.
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He kissed and bit gently across her stomach to each of her hips, then down one leg to her ankle before working back up the other leg, from ankle to inner thigh. Finally, with his eyes on her face, he moved his mouth to her sex, feeling and tasting all that wetness as he worked her as well as he could with his tongue. He didn't know much about what, exactly, to do down there, but he knew paying attention to her clit was important.
It wasn't long before he brought his good hand up to tease and work gently at that small, so tight opening with one finger.
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