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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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."