Oh, Steph was definitely squirming. Her thighs were sensitive, and Bucky was very thorough in the ways he was marking her. She liked it though. She had never allowed — or even considered — anyone to share this kind of intimacy with her, so in love she was with him that only he would ever be permitted. That, and she thought some sexual acts were more intimate than others. Anyone, in theory, could fuck a woman with their cock. But this? She needed to want to be marked, and he needed to want to do it with enough care so it wouldn't hurt and instead feel good.

So she squirmed and groaned and shivered, and tried to watch him as he went about his business of pleasuring her. "Fuck, baby," she moaned, "I don't think I can close my legs after this."

When he finally put his mouth on her, it was like he could literally drink from her with how wet she felt. And while she actually had no clue what it would be like to sit on his face, she didn't hesitate when he tugged her down — and almost immediately let out a loud moan. "Oh, God," she gasped, which was funny because it had been years since she'd been any sort of religious, well before her Ma had died. She leaned forward, gripping the headboard and squeezing her eyes shut as he drew more loud moans out of her.

Unable to stop herself even if she wanted to, she started to grind into his mouth. His tongue wasn't large and hard like his cock, but it was nimble and slipped easily between her folds that before long she was frantically rubbing against it. "Buck, baby," she whimpered needily, continuing to seek just the right angle that allowed his tongue to travel from her entrance to her clit and back, more than content and ready to come on his face just from that.