With her hands gripping the headboard, Steph was leaning over just right for Bucky to see her face and watch just how good he was making her feel. In the morning light, with her loose blonde hair framing her face, she looked some kind of angel, but like if there was an angel for passion or lust or something. There was a deep flush and sweat on her skin. Her blue eyes were blown wide whenever she opened them or otherwise squeezed shut or half-lidded with her eyes rolling back in delight. And her mouth never quite closed as she moaned and whimpered and swore and called him by name or some endearment. Some moments she would be open-mouthed with her tongue moving as if they were kissing or she was following along to the way he was licking her.

"B-Baby, don't stop, please," she begged, her hips thrusting more aggressively as she chased her release. She rather liked calling him baby, she realized, because of the irony or him being so much bigger than her. Also he looked tough and dangerous as shit on the outside, but he let her sit on his face without thinking it wasn't manly or it was degrading for him or anything like that.

So achingly close, she let go of the headboard to reach down and try to spread her folds open a little more, thinking it might help them along. Whether it was that or because he'd sensed she was close and was also working her more aggressively himself, it felt so so good that she tipped her head back, squeezed her eyes shut, and let out a loud, drawn out moan, trusting those strong hands groping her ass to keep her from falling.

Eventually, with an even louder cry, she shuddered, letting go of herself to grip his hair instead as she rode the wave of her pleasure. Her legs tried to close but couldn't with his head in the way, and she felt the hot rush of her wetness. Fuck, it was so messy. But she couldn't feel sorry for it even if she tried, instead getting yet another wicked thrill from the thought of him being wet because of her.