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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"...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?"