At first Bucky groaned because of the way Steph was pulling his halr as she arched up to grind against him, which was hot in itself, but it was made hotter because she'd already told him she didn't have anything on under that shirt. He even began to grind his very stiff groin against her in return, completely unbothered by the fact that his lounge pants were sure to be getting soaked with her juices. In fact, he kinda liked that thought.
But then Bucky moaned again when she started telling him the various things she wanted to do to him, or for him to do to her. "Christ, that mouth, sweetheart," he said before letting out a soft, happy laugh. "Lotta real good ideas though." Smirking, he placed his hands on her hips, then rolled the two of them so she was on top while he was on his back.
"I could knock two of those things off your list like this, you know. If you scoot up here, I could mark up the insides of those thighs before you sit on my face." By that point, his eyes were probably almost entirely pupil. Over the course of one night, Bucky had gone from being such a gentleman with her--and every other woman, for that matter--to being ready to literally toss her on their bed and ravish her if she asked, all because he just... didn't have to hold himself back with her any more. She turned him the hell on, and he wanted her to know that. His hands slid under the back of her shirt, where he groped at her ass, one cheek in each hand. "You can even hold onto the headboard up here."
Bucky wasn't the only one thrilled by their newfound freedom. In the interest of preserving their friendship, Steph had not only suppressed her affections, but also her desires. They were bursting out of her now, with the same passion as she'd had for their relationship as friends and like those times she'd stand up against bullies, her fire burning bright despite her poor health and tiny body.
Being on top of him was hot. So was his eagerness to satisfy her burning fantasies; she'd worried, for a minute, that he'd be put off by how horny she actually was. And the way he looked up at her with eyes blown wide with lust only made her wetter — and that was even before he'd groped her ass.
She didn't waste time with words. She pushed herself up, straddling his hips and definitely staining the front of his pants, then yanked her shirt up and over her head, tossing it away without a care where it ended up. When she caught him staring though, she lingered to let him, before bringing her hands to her chest to cup her breasts. She mimicked what he had done to them the night before, squeezing and kneading and flicking her erect nipples with her thumbs then pulling at them, practically daring him to get up and take one into his mouth.
But when he tried to, she pushed him back with surprising strength, then crawled forward to straddle his chest. "Later, baby," she teased with a grin, in that shy but equally brazen manner only Stephanie Rogers can seem to pull off, as she swiped her fingers between her folds and offered them to him to suck on.
There was a heated smirk on Bucky's face as his eyes roamed Steph's naked body, loving the sight of her in general, but also the way she groped and fondled at herself for him. "You're so damn gorgeous, Steph," he breathed, moving his hands from resting on her ass to slide up over her bare thighs before coming to a rest on her slim hips. In all his years of picturing just what it might be like to be with his best friend, he never quite expected her to be so overtly sexual like she was, but god, he loved it so far.
But then she was scooting further up his body and offering him her fingers and there was no way he was going to turn that down. Without hesitation, he took her fingers into his mouth and sucked greedily at them, letting his tongue twist around them as he stared up at her.
He moved his right hand so he could tease her clit with his thumb while he sucked at her fingers. Bucky really did love making Steph feel good, dammit. He always had, but until the day before it had been just... comforting her, or making her laugh (when they were younger, not so much in recent years.). Maybe rubbing her shoulders a little or something when she was sore or tired. Now, on the other hand, he could make her feel good in other ways. Like doing things she specifically listed she wanted to do in bed.
With his metal hand he tried to gently urge her up further, though, smirking when she pulled her fingers from his mouth. "I want my mouth on you, sweetheart."
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But then Bucky moaned again when she started telling him the various things she wanted to do to him, or for him to do to her. "Christ, that mouth, sweetheart," he said before letting out a soft, happy laugh. "Lotta real good ideas though." Smirking, he placed his hands on her hips, then rolled the two of them so she was on top while he was on his back.
"I could knock two of those things off your list like this, you know. If you scoot up here, I could mark up the insides of those thighs before you sit on my face." By that point, his eyes were probably almost entirely pupil. Over the course of one night, Bucky had gone from being such a gentleman with her--and every other woman, for that matter--to being ready to literally toss her on their bed and ravish her if she asked, all because he just... didn't have to hold himself back with her any more. She turned him the hell on, and he wanted her to know that. His hands slid under the back of her shirt, where he groped at her ass, one cheek in each hand. "You can even hold onto the headboard up here."
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Being on top of him was hot. So was his eagerness to satisfy her burning fantasies; she'd worried, for a minute, that he'd be put off by how horny she actually was. And the way he looked up at her with eyes blown wide with lust only made her wetter — and that was even before he'd groped her ass.
She didn't waste time with words. She pushed herself up, straddling his hips and definitely staining the front of his pants, then yanked her shirt up and over her head, tossing it away without a care where it ended up. When she caught him staring though, she lingered to let him, before bringing her hands to her chest to cup her breasts. She mimicked what he had done to them the night before, squeezing and kneading and flicking her erect nipples with her thumbs then pulling at them, practically daring him to get up and take one into his mouth.
But when he tried to, she pushed him back with surprising strength, then crawled forward to straddle his chest. "Later, baby," she teased with a grin, in that shy but equally brazen manner only Stephanie Rogers can seem to pull off, as she swiped her fingers between her folds and offered them to him to suck on.
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But then she was scooting further up his body and offering him her fingers and there was no way he was going to turn that down. Without hesitation, he took her fingers into his mouth and sucked greedily at them, letting his tongue twist around them as he stared up at her.
He moved his right hand so he could tease her clit with his thumb while he sucked at her fingers. Bucky really did love making Steph feel good, dammit. He always had, but until the day before it had been just... comforting her, or making her laugh (when they were younger, not so much in recent years.). Maybe rubbing her shoulders a little or something when she was sore or tired. Now, on the other hand, he could make her feel good in other ways. Like doing things she specifically listed she wanted to do in bed.
With his metal hand he tried to gently urge her up further, though, smirking when she pulled her fingers from his mouth. "I want my mouth on you, sweetheart."
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