mila and bucky 👀
I love them so much so why was this so hard? 😆
"We can stop if you want."
Bucky struggles to make sense of the words, because the most beautiful woman he's ever seen is naked and straddling his lap and she is soft and warm and ready for him and why would he ever - ever - want to stop?
"No..."
His grip on her hips tightens, pulling her closer and she brushes hot and wet against him. He groans as his hips buck upwards and the way her breath hitches in her throat at the contact might be his favourite sound in the world.
He tries to string words together, but her mouth is back trailing kisses along his jawline, his senses are overwhelmed with the feel of his hands on her skin and the smell of her hair and all he can think of are words to put on a Thank You note to whomever invented ballet.
"I want you..."
It doesn't even begin to cover what she is doing to him, but right now that's all that he's got.
She leans back slightly and he all but whimpers at the loss of contact. She looks at him, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
"Yes?"
"Yes, it's just... It's been a while," he says with a sheepish grin. There's a part of him that's ashamed, that expects her to laugh - at the hundred year-old guy with zero game - but she doesn't. Her gaze softens with understanding, a gentle hand brushing a stray strand of hair off of his forehead.
"Don't worry," she tells him and leans in for a lingering kiss.
She shifts slightly, sitting up until her breasts brush against his chest, positioning herself above him.
"I'll be gentle..."
Then she's lowering herself onto him, taking him inside of her ever so slowly and for a moment there Bucky swears he's seeing stars.
And he was wrong, because his favourite sound in the world is the way she cries out his name when she comes with her face buried against his neck...