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.
Steph had always gotten off to fantasizing about Bucky going down on her, but having this older, scruffier, bigger version of him between her legs was hotter than anything she had ever imagined. Maybe she liked older, muscly men after all.
He'd already had her moaning and squirming beneath him, but his tongue on her core left her a whimpering mess. She gripped his hair and lifted her hips to grind against his mouth, moaning his name and begging for more.
Then he added his finger and she let out a loud, ragged gasp, back arching and eyes squeezing shut at the mounting pressure. "Buck?" she panted. "I think... I think I'm gonna—" Lose her mind? Implode? Need that inhaler? Probably all of that at once.
Bucky couldn't help groaning against Steph's flesh, loving the feeling of how she was losing control under him, and the feeling of her tugging at his hair was a definite bonus. Smirking, he pulled back far enough to ask, "You gonna come for me, sweetheart?" before going back to tormenting her with his mouth
At that point, he slid his finger inside slowly, wanting nothing more than to be able to get her off like he always imagined.
"You're so beautiful, Steph," he told her when he pulled back slightly again, watching her carefully as he began to finger her slowly.
Steph, too, had fantasized about Bucky talking dirty to her. That he asked if she was going to come felt like an invitation, one that her body eagerly responded to with a shudder and a loud cry.
He wasn't done though. He proceeded to finger her, so instead of completely falling off the edge, a second wind had pushed her back to the sky. "Fuck," she gasped, glancing down her body at him with a dazed expression. He was so good. He looked so good, with his mouth wet, his metal hand gripping the inside of her thigh, and his good hand between her legs.
She sunk back into the pillows, breathing raggedly and groaning as he continued to work her. "Don't stop," she whimpered.
Turning his head, Bucky sucked a mark into the inside of Steph's thigh before he began to kiss back up her body. He twisted his hand as he moved, so he could continue to work her with his finger, but also managed to massage her clit with his thumb. Along the way he made sure to pay special attention to any places that had seemed particularly sensitive earlier, especially her small but perfect breasts, before coming to a stop biting and kissing along her neck. Unsure if she would want his mouth on hers after he spent time going down on her, he figured he could just tease her there for the time being. (Even though he definitely hadn't been bothered by kissing her after she blew him.)
"That was better than I pictured, doll," he whispered in her ear. And he had imagined what she would look like falling apart for him often.
"Y-Yeah?" Steph was glad to hear it, even if she was too distracted to come up with anything meaningful to say in return. She was sweating, breathing hard, flushed to her toes, and probably looked like she was drunk or high or both. No matter. Bucky liked her this way, and she was more than happy to please.
And he still wasn't done. Which was, well, her fault, since she'd begged him not to stop. She had also imagined him touching her this way while using her own fingers, but she realized now they had been poor substitutes. Her body jerked erratically; she hadn't thought it possible to come again so soon, yet she was feeling more and more wound up as he continued to touch and kiss her.
"Buck, baby—" She yanked his head back by the hair and desperately leaned in to capture his mouth, only to be shit at kissing, unable to really do anything more than moan loudly into his mouth.
When Steph pulled at Bucky's hair, he groaned, surprising himself a bit. Apparently, he liked that. At least he did when it was her doing it.
"I love you so much," he said against her mouth before kissing her hard. Was he trying to distract her as he worked another finger inside of her? Maybe a little. Not only did he need to work her open more before he would fit inside her, but Bucky also just liked kissing her. A lot. If it was up to him, he wouldn't stop kissing her.
Kissing was distracting, and something Steph was addicted to now, but she definitely felt that second finger. She broke the kiss to stare up at Bucky, blue eyes blown wide with pleasure. "I love you too," she whispered, voice and body trembling. It felt so good to be touched by him. Good Lord, she hoped this wasn't just some kind of fever dream.
It surprised her how well she was holding up, considering the general state of her health. Some days she could barely make it up a flight of stairs without feeling like she needed another smoke. Right now, despite her heart beating so wildly it just might leap out of her chest, she felt like she could take on anything, whether it was a third finger or his huge cock.
And here Bucky thought he'd already seen every expression Steph's face could make in his lifetime of knowing her. He was wrong, though, cause he'd never seen him look like she did then.
Bucky was sure that just how much he loved and wanted Steph was written all over his own face as he watched her. There was nothing he wouldn't do for her, but that was nothing new. He had been that way since they were literal kids. "You holding up alright?" he asked, smiling before he leaned down to nip gently at her lip, his hand continuing to move.
Steph grinned against Bucky's lips. "Y-Yeah. I can do this all day."
Probably not, in truth, but she sure wanted to do nothing else but have sex for the next couple of hours. Kissing him was incredible. Being touched and fondled and tormented with his mouth was a surprising delight. She would gladly come for him over and over, for as long as her body could take it.
"Roll us to the side? I wanna stroke you." It wasn't fair that she was the only one getting pleasured. She might not really be able to concentrate, not with how his fingers were sliding in and out of her, but she wanted to try. He should be enjoying this too.
Bucky chuckled softly as he rolled onto his left side, only pulling his hand from Steph long enough to tug her with him and pull her leg up over his hip so he could continue to have easy access while pleasuring her.
"Better?" he asked as his hand drifted back to where it was before they moved. Really, Bucky didn't even need her to stroke him. He was enjoying being able to please her in the first place.
But he definitely wouldn't say no to Steph doing the same for him.
"Mmm," was all Steph said in reply, closing her eyes with a moan as Bucky slid his fingers into her again. She had never been a particularly happy person, always seemingly quietly angry at something all the time, but he would be seeing more of this side of her now. Relaxed, a little dazed, very horny. And happy. Definitely happy.
Remembering after a moment that she requested this position in the first place, she started to reach down, but a wicked, reckless thought occurred to her and she closed her hand around the one he was working her with. She kissed him again, then murmured against his mouth, "Our fingers together?" Her cheeks burned again at the suggestion, because maybe he was going to be weirded out by her secretly being so filthy, but it might be hot? She'd imagined it once, him guiding her hands as they explored her body together; since he'd dated more than she did, she'd assumed he had more experience.
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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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He'd already had her moaning and squirming beneath him, but his tongue on her core left her a whimpering mess. She gripped his hair and lifted her hips to grind against his mouth, moaning his name and begging for more.
Then he added his finger and she let out a loud, ragged gasp, back arching and eyes squeezing shut at the mounting pressure. "Buck?" she panted. "I think... I think I'm gonna—" Lose her mind? Implode? Need that inhaler? Probably all of that at once.
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At that point, he slid his finger inside slowly, wanting nothing more than to be able to get her off like he always imagined.
"You're so beautiful, Steph," he told her when he pulled back slightly again, watching her carefully as he began to finger her slowly.
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He wasn't done though. He proceeded to finger her, so instead of completely falling off the edge, a second wind had pushed her back to the sky. "Fuck," she gasped, glancing down her body at him with a dazed expression. He was so good. He looked so good, with his mouth wet, his metal hand gripping the inside of her thigh, and his good hand between her legs.
She sunk back into the pillows, breathing raggedly and groaning as he continued to work her. "Don't stop," she whimpered.
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"That was better than I pictured, doll," he whispered in her ear. And he had imagined what she would look like falling apart for him often.
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And he still wasn't done. Which was, well, her fault, since she'd begged him not to stop. She had also imagined him touching her this way while using her own fingers, but she realized now they had been poor substitutes. Her body jerked erratically; she hadn't thought it possible to come again so soon, yet she was feeling more and more wound up as he continued to touch and kiss her.
"Buck, baby—" She yanked his head back by the hair and desperately leaned in to capture his mouth, only to be shit at kissing, unable to really do anything more than moan loudly into his mouth.
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"I love you so much," he said against her mouth before kissing her hard. Was he trying to distract her as he worked another finger inside of her? Maybe a little. Not only did he need to work her open more before he would fit inside her, but Bucky also just liked kissing her. A lot. If it was up to him, he wouldn't stop kissing her.
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It surprised her how well she was holding up, considering the general state of her health. Some days she could barely make it up a flight of stairs without feeling like she needed another smoke. Right now, despite her heart beating so wildly it just might leap out of her chest, she felt like she could take on anything, whether it was a third finger or his huge cock.
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Bucky was sure that just how much he loved and wanted Steph was written all over his own face as he watched her. There was nothing he wouldn't do for her, but that was nothing new. He had been that way since they were literal kids. "You holding up alright?" he asked, smiling before he leaned down to nip gently at her lip, his hand continuing to move.
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Probably not, in truth, but she sure wanted to do nothing else but have sex for the next couple of hours. Kissing him was incredible. Being touched and fondled and tormented with his mouth was a surprising delight. She would gladly come for him over and over, for as long as her body could take it.
"Roll us to the side? I wanna stroke you." It wasn't fair that she was the only one getting pleasured. She might not really be able to concentrate, not with how his fingers were sliding in and out of her, but she wanted to try. He should be enjoying this too.
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"Better?" he asked as his hand drifted back to where it was before they moved. Really, Bucky didn't even need her to stroke him. He was enjoying being able to please her in the first place.
But he definitely wouldn't say no to Steph doing the same for him.
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Remembering after a moment that she requested this position in the first place, she started to reach down, but a wicked, reckless thought occurred to her and she closed her hand around the one he was working her with. She kissed him again, then murmured against his mouth, "Our fingers together?" Her cheeks burned again at the suggestion, because maybe he was going to be weirded out by her secretly being so filthy, but it might be hot? She'd imagined it once, him guiding her hands as they explored her body together; since he'd dated more than she did, she'd assumed he had more experience.
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