Bucky huffs a little and pushes back into her, hard, and whispers against her ear.
"Darlin, I'm the one with all the control here. If I wanna tease you, I'm gonna, and there's not a damn thing you can do about it. You wanna come on my cock again? Be mine all over again? I've made you mine about ten times over today and I'm gonna keep reminding you as long as you're here. Over this counter, in my shower, in my bed. Have you every way I can have you."
He withdraws, just the tip of him pressing against her, and reaches his hands up to brush his fingers against the underside of her breasts.
Natalia ground her teeth in frustration, nearly panting when James bent close to whisper in her ear. His cock she clenched tightly, wanting to keep him exactly where he was, but no, the man seemed determined to torture her first. Instinctively baring her teeth in a grimace, the redhead ran her tongue around her lips and whined, only too ready to have him thrusting hard and gasping, but apparently her lover had other ideas. Damn the man.
She mewled when he pulled away, tantalizing her with just the head of his swollen cock, flirting like the bastard that he was. This was Jean-Marc, all over again. The tormenting ass. But Natalia couldn't deny it, she loved it. She wanted him to stake his unrelenting claim, to prove to the rest of the world that she was his, and could never belong to anyone else.
Licking her lips, she lowered her head and arched her back, determined to repay the favor, moaning his alias, this time, when those skilled hands reached her breasts. "...mmm....Jean-Marc..." Because she was just that wicked. As was the slow rock of her body back and forth, teasing him right back with her sinuous movements, just enough, but not nearly.
Bucky issues a stream of filthy French against her ear as he pushes back in, hard. If she wants to play, he can play, but he makes sure to use her name and not any of her aliases. He wants her to know that Jean-Marc was fucking Natalia all that time and no one else.
"If you want me deep in your cunt you're going to have to cry out louder, sweet girl. Otherwise, I'll tease until I'm ready and not a second earlier."
His French purred at her ear nearly drove her right out of her mind. Somehow, somewhere, his borrowed shirt had disappeared, and Natalia flung back her head, sending red curls tumbling down her bare back, and she all but howled, begging him in a broken voice, broken French, to rail her right here against this counter until she couldn't stand up, because she wanted his goddamn cock that fucking bad.
She gripped his cock tight as he shoved back into her, squeezing with every ounce of strength, but he was determined to play, to torture her as only he could. And if she were honest, she loved it. She wasn't too proud to beg, especially since she knew he wouldn't last too much longer.
"Give it to me," she pleaded. "Need you, my beautiful lover. Need you fucking me, filling me, claiming me. I'm yours, why won't you take me?"
No, he wasn't lasting any longer. Not with Natalia growling at him in French and her cunt so tight around his cock. He thrusts into her twice more and stops, coming into her white-hot. Maybe he was playing at being French but when he shouts, it's English.
"Fuck, Natalia. You're mine. No one else's. Just mine and I'm...I'm yours."
He plants his hands on her shoulders and whispers in her ear. "Come for me, Natalia."
He flooded her and she keened, fingernails straining against the countertop until she thought they might splinter from the pressure. But the orgasm crashed over her without any warning at all, leaving the splayed redhead to shudder from head to toe, going dangerously limp and she would have absolutely slithered to the floor had she not been pinned between Bucky's hard body and the kitchen counter.
Boneless and replete, she sagged a little, lolling back against her lover's scarred shoulder, trying to regain her frantically heaving breath. She felt Bucky's heart thudding against her shoulder, and it was all the strength she still possessed that lifted her arms to coil around his neck, drawing his mouth to her throat and allowing her to purr contentedly in his ear.
"...mine," was all she whispered, kissing and nuzzling him everywhere she could reach.
"Mmhmm. You know, if we don't stop fucking each other, we're going to starve to death."
It doesn't stop him from running his hands over her, though, or tipping her chin up for another long kiss. There had been too many years between them to spend time apart now and he feels like every second his skin isn't pressed up against hers is a waste. He threads a hand in her hair and tucks a lock of it behind one ear.
"We've got to eat, you know. I went through the trouble to cook and everything and all we end up doing is devouring each other. It's typical us, though."
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"Darlin, I'm the one with all the control here. If I wanna tease you, I'm gonna, and there's not a damn thing you can do about it. You wanna come on my cock again? Be mine all over again? I've made you mine about ten times over today and I'm gonna keep reminding you as long as you're here. Over this counter, in my shower, in my bed. Have you every way I can have you."
He withdraws, just the tip of him pressing against her, and reaches his hands up to brush his fingers against the underside of her breasts.
"Gonna make it last."
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She mewled when he pulled away, tantalizing her with just the head of his swollen cock, flirting like the bastard that he was. This was Jean-Marc, all over again. The tormenting ass. But Natalia couldn't deny it, she loved it. She wanted him to stake his unrelenting claim, to prove to the rest of the world that she was his, and could never belong to anyone else.
Licking her lips, she lowered her head and arched her back, determined to repay the favor, moaning his alias, this time, when those skilled hands reached her breasts. "...mmm....Jean-Marc..." Because she was just that wicked. As was the slow rock of her body back and forth, teasing him right back with her sinuous movements, just enough, but not nearly.
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"If you want me deep in your cunt you're going to have to cry out louder, sweet girl. Otherwise, I'll tease until I'm ready and not a second earlier."
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She gripped his cock tight as he shoved back into her, squeezing with every ounce of strength, but he was determined to play, to torture her as only he could. And if she were honest, she loved it. She wasn't too proud to beg, especially since she knew he wouldn't last too much longer.
"Give it to me," she pleaded. "Need you, my beautiful lover. Need you fucking me, filling me, claiming me. I'm yours, why won't you take me?"
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"Fuck, Natalia. You're mine. No one else's. Just mine and I'm...I'm yours."
He plants his hands on her shoulders and whispers in her ear. "Come for me, Natalia."
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Boneless and replete, she sagged a little, lolling back against her lover's scarred shoulder, trying to regain her frantically heaving breath. She felt Bucky's heart thudding against her shoulder, and it was all the strength she still possessed that lifted her arms to coil around his neck, drawing his mouth to her throat and allowing her to purr contentedly in his ear.
"...mine," was all she whispered, kissing and nuzzling him everywhere she could reach.
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It doesn't stop him from running his hands over her, though, or tipping her chin up for another long kiss. There had been too many years between them to spend time apart now and he feels like every second his skin isn't pressed up against hers is a waste. He threads a hand in her hair and tucks a lock of it behind one ear.
"We've got to eat, you know. I went through the trouble to cook and everything and all we end up doing is devouring each other. It's typical us, though."