"I'll keep you as long as I want you," Bucky says, laughing. He goes and lifts her up into his arms so he can carry her back to his bedroom just the way she'd asked. She's tiny and he can carry her so easily; it's one of the things that he loves so much about her.
"C'mon Doll, let's get to work on that bed thing," he teases, starting to head back toward his bedroom and the big, solid bed that lays behind the door. He wants to get her on her back and not let her up until morning. He really, really doesn't. Breakfast can goddamn wait.
She had to chuckle as he swept her up and carried her upstairs, back to his bedroom where the rumpled bed waited. Natalia hit her back in the middle of it, tugging James down with her to wrap her legs around his waist and hold him close, kissing him until she was breathless beneath him.
They might make it up for lunch, but she doubted it. She knew he'd stocked up on groceries so they wouldn't have to leave for food, and that suited her just fine. Natalia's own apartment was cold and aloof by comparison; there was nowhere she'd rather be than in this bed with this man.
"mmmm, James," she murmured against his mouth, wiggling one arm out of his borrowed shirt. "Fuck me, baby," she begged, rolling her hips against his crotch, feeling him already stirring again behind those thin cotton pants. "Want you bad..."
"You gotta get me naked first," Bucky says, laughing. "Come on, babe, you know I want you." He pretty much always wants her, to be honest, and now is no exception. Even Rebecca coming by hadn't killed his desire too much and he is ready to go, ready to have her over and over.
"Gotta get my mouth on you first," he warns. "I wanna bury my face in you and make you scream. I need to make you scream before I give you my dick."
Getting him naked was hardly a problem. One she solved with swift alacrity; Natalia quickly shoved those inconvenient pants down over Bucky's hips and used her toes to pull them the rest of the way off, and now all that remained between them was James's half-buttoned linen shirt, hanging off of Natalia's bare shoulder. The filth coming out of his mouth made her hiss in wicked delight, and she squirmed beneath him, wanting more.
"--you promise?" she breathed, licking at his mouth. "Fuck me with your tongue," she begged. "Make me scream for you, make me scream so much that I forget my own name, and that nothing at all matters but your wicked mouth between my legs." She spread them wide, knees bent and feet propped flat on the mattress in blatant invitation. "Pleeeease, James..."
Bucky doesn't need to be told twice. He pulls at the buttons of the shirt, popping two, and puts her back against the bed so she's flat on her back and in perfect position for him to do what he needs. He tugs her to the edge of his bed where he's kneeling, licking a wet stripe between her legs.
"Beg me," he murmurs. "Make sure I can hear you squeal for me, Natalie. Make sure there's no one else in the world you can think about but me."
He's not normally one for dirty talk but right now he can't help himself.
She did give a brief squeal of surprise when James tugged her down to the end of the bed, not expecting the abrupt translocation. But then his dark head dove between her legs, and she couldn't help the arch of her back or the strangled noise that escaped when she felt that hot, wet tongue slide over too-sensitive flesh. She fisted a hand in Bucky's hair, tangling her fingers in the silky strands, and jerked her hips as much as she was able.
"...James," she panted, over and over. "Oh-baby-please...!" It wasn't part of her persona either, to be so filthy in the bedroom, but she'd since discovered her lover's desperate need for tactile affection, and the more they coupled, the more new facets of his personality emerge from its locked compartment, and it always thrilled her.
"Mmmmm, fuck me with your tongue," she begged again, whining through tightly closed lips to keep from panting. "Please, baby, pleeeease-!" The last word ended on a high squeal, and her free hand cupped a heavy breast, pinching the nipple roughly as she writhed.
He's never going to say no to her. Bucky isn't the type to deny a woman anything in bed but especially not this woman and when she begs him to fuck her with his tongue there's no answer but yes. Yes, yes, yes and over again.
He makes a tight seal over her clit for a little while with his lips before releasing it and spreading her wide with his fingers. Only then does he give her what she wants, delving his tongue in deep, and he brushes his thumb over her clit in hope it'll work her up enough to come for the first time this time around.
Her climax crashed over her all too soon, but she took solace in the fact that this was just the first one of the day. Natalia bucked, moaned, and whimpered, calling for her wicked lover in her throaty alto, made even more so by the gold coursing through each drop of blood. Her thighs quivered with the effort to keep from locking around his head, and her fingernails tugged fiercely at the rumpled sheet beneath her.
She'd discovered to her delight that James was a wonderfully giving lover, far more focused on her pleasure than his own. Which only melted her heart that much more. It was dangerous, this, but she'd made a promise to herself to have no regrets. None at all.
But all of those thoughts were far from her mind as she went slack and boneless beneath his wicked tenderness, breasts still having as she fought to regain her lost breath.
Bucky keeps his mouth on her through it, gently coaxing out every last bit of the orgasm that had racked through her, and when Natalie seems to be finished, he looks up at her with a twinkle in his eyes.
"I love hearing you," he says, laying a messy kiss on her left thigh. "And I love tasting you. I think I could die happy doing this right here, Natalie, and you can't convince me otherwise."
He cups her hips in his big hands, long fingers stroking against soft skin.
She was still catching her breath, therefore couldn't respond right away, but it was a wry look she leveled down at her cheeky lover, still propped between her sprawled thighs. "You..." she tried to pant, finally getting the words out, "you're...incorrigible, James Barnes..." Then she slowly squirmed atop the bed, running her hands over her breasts and down her body. "Mmmm, but I do love it..."
A slow, tender smile curved her lips as she gazed down at the father of her child, and Natalia gently wound one bare leg over Bucky's shoulder, the other sliding beneath his arm in a sinuous embrace. "...no one's ever made me feel the way that you do, James." It was an honest confession, at least, her voice gone whiskey-smooth, and low. "No one...ever cared enough, I guess." Soft green eyes were tender, staring down at him.
"Everyone's an idiot, then," Bucky says, grinning at her. "But it's their loss and my gain. I'm not upset about it, anyway."
He kisses her hip for a moment and looks back up to her, his own eyes soft. He hasn't loved anyone since his wife and he hasn't felt safe enough to let anyone in since his heart was broken. Natalie knows his daughter, knows his life - she's everything to him.
"I love you. I know I haven't said it yet but I've felt it for a long time and I just needed to say it now, if that's all right?"
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"C'mon Doll, let's get to work on that bed thing," he teases, starting to head back toward his bedroom and the big, solid bed that lays behind the door. He wants to get her on her back and not let her up until morning. He really, really doesn't. Breakfast can goddamn wait.
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They might make it up for lunch, but she doubted it. She knew he'd stocked up on groceries so they wouldn't have to leave for food, and that suited her just fine. Natalia's own apartment was cold and aloof by comparison; there was nowhere she'd rather be than in this bed with this man.
"mmmm, James," she murmured against his mouth, wiggling one arm out of his borrowed shirt. "Fuck me, baby," she begged, rolling her hips against his crotch, feeling him already stirring again behind those thin cotton pants. "Want you bad..."
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"Gotta get my mouth on you first," he warns. "I wanna bury my face in you and make you scream. I need to make you scream before I give you my dick."
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"--you promise?" she breathed, licking at his mouth. "Fuck me with your tongue," she begged. "Make me scream for you, make me scream so much that I forget my own name, and that nothing at all matters but your wicked mouth between my legs." She spread them wide, knees bent and feet propped flat on the mattress in blatant invitation. "Pleeeease, James..."
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"Beg me," he murmurs. "Make sure I can hear you squeal for me, Natalie. Make sure there's no one else in the world you can think about but me."
He's not normally one for dirty talk but right now he can't help himself.
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"...James," she panted, over and over. "Oh-baby-please...!" It wasn't part of her persona either, to be so filthy in the bedroom, but she'd since discovered her lover's desperate need for tactile affection, and the more they coupled, the more new facets of his personality emerge from its locked compartment, and it always thrilled her.
"Mmmmm, fuck me with your tongue," she begged again, whining through tightly closed lips to keep from panting. "Please, baby, pleeeease-!" The last word ended on a high squeal, and her free hand cupped a heavy breast, pinching the nipple roughly as she writhed.
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He makes a tight seal over her clit for a little while with his lips before releasing it and spreading her wide with his fingers. Only then does he give her what she wants, delving his tongue in deep, and he brushes his thumb over her clit in hope it'll work her up enough to come for the first time this time around.
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She'd discovered to her delight that James was a wonderfully giving lover, far more focused on her pleasure than his own. Which only melted her heart that much more. It was dangerous, this, but she'd made a promise to herself to have no regrets. None at all.
But all of those thoughts were far from her mind as she went slack and boneless beneath his wicked tenderness, breasts still having as she fought to regain her lost breath.
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"I love hearing you," he says, laying a messy kiss on her left thigh. "And I love tasting you. I think I could die happy doing this right here, Natalie, and you can't convince me otherwise."
He cups her hips in his big hands, long fingers stroking against soft skin.
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A slow, tender smile curved her lips as she gazed down at the father of her child, and Natalia gently wound one bare leg over Bucky's shoulder, the other sliding beneath his arm in a sinuous embrace. "...no one's ever made me feel the way that you do, James." It was an honest confession, at least, her voice gone whiskey-smooth, and low. "No one...ever cared enough, I guess." Soft green eyes were tender, staring down at him.
"...'m glad that you do."
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He kisses her hip for a moment and looks back up to her, his own eyes soft. He hasn't loved anyone since his wife and he hasn't felt safe enough to let anyone in since his heart was broken. Natalie knows his daughter, knows his life - she's everything to him.
"I love you. I know I haven't said it yet but I've felt it for a long time and I just needed to say it now, if that's all right?"