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Bucky slides his fingers between her thighs just to play, teasing around to figure out what feels good to her and what doesn't. She's a beautiful woman, the most beautiful he's ever known, and there's nothing in the world he wants more right now than to make her happy. He's got something to prove.

He moves his mouth to kiss along her neck and jaw before teasing just the tip of one finger into her and drawing it away. It feels good to him, making her feel good, and he knows he's going to be desperate by the time he actually fucks her. He won't be able to help it.

It was still...strange, this sort of blatant attention, but Natasha reminded herself to just relax and let it happen, to let him take care of her the way no one else had. And God, but didn't it feel so good? She couldn't help the soft little noises that tripped past parted lips in response to Bucky's hand, playing such delicate havoc between her legs.

That, coupled with the warm, sweet kisses along her throat, in truth her most sensitive spot, had her arching up from the blanket with a completely involuntary whimper, fingernails biting into his skin just a little. He teased her and she bit at her lower lip, loins clenching almost painfully, so very eager for more.

"I bet I can get you to come for me twice," Bucky murmurs, nipping just below Natasha's ear as he curls his fingers into her. He doesn't know if he can or not - probably can - but the tease might be enough to get her there the first time anyway. He moves his thumb a little faster against her clit.

"Get you to make all sorts of pretty noises for me. I know how to play you, Natasha. I'll make your whole body sing."

He doesn't know if she likes dirty talk or not but it's something he likes so he hopes she'll let him know if it's not her style.

It truthfully wouldn't take much; she was already overstimulated from just this simple attention right now. Never the one to receive such blatant male focus was working entirely in Bucky's favor; Natasha was already whimpering softly, biting at her lower lip to keep from moaning right out loud. His whispered words, delivered in that low, rumbling sexy voice were working their own magic, heating her blood as it zinged about beneath her skin, flushing it a pretty peach.

Her fingernails scraped; she clutched at him spasmodically as her hips moved against his hands, and the redhead whimpered and mewled, feeling her entire body as if it were two sizes too small. Oh, but she was getting close, so easily, so sensitive and ripe for a man's bold, sure touch. She whined his name, tugging at him needfully, and turned her head to find his mouth, snagging a bold, tongue-filled kiss for herself.

The kiss is searing hot and Bucky moves his hand a little faster and increases the pressure, trying to get Natasha to come because he thinks he's going to die if he can't get in her soon. He's not going to put himself above her, though, and will keep it up until she comes for him.

He tugs lightly at her lower lip with his teeth before breaking the kiss to take a breath and looks at her eyes, his blue meeting her green. She's so beautiful, Natasha, and he falls in love with her all over again every time he watches her.

"Come for me, doll. I know you can. You can do it for me."

Those green eyes darkened as her body began to tighten, then they lightened to the brightest shade of jade when she fell over into her climax, dark lashes falling over their brilliance as she shuddered and gasped. Natasha clutched Bucky's shoulders, thighs shaking like leaves in a windstorm as the orgasm rolled through her, leaving her winded and breathless in its shocking aftermath.

She ached, all over, but not from any undue pain. More from the anticipation, that there was even more to follow, and for once in her life, she wanted it. Still gasping for breath, the redhead sought her lover's mouth for deep, torrid kisses, her entire body primed and so ready for his. She'd fallen over the edge; there was no going back now.

Bucky is pretty sure he's never seen anyone come as prettily as Natasha just had and he falls into her kiss eagerly, shifting to cover her as he does. The fire is still warm at his back and there's a breeze from the doors opened to the patio across the room; there's no way this could be more perfect except if it was in his bed.

"Wanna be in you now," he murmurs, a little breathless. "Can I? Will you let me?"

Maybe he doesn't necessarily have to ask since they've been fooling around for a while now but he does it anyway just to be sure.

Once she managed to gain enough breath to see straight again, Natasha blinked open slightly-dazed eyes to realize that Bucky was now atop her, nestled perfectly between her thighs and his very nice body deliciously heavy, pressed every inch against hers. His hips shifted and she felt him, thick and hard, rubbing against her where she still throbbed, tingled, and ached.

She could only drape her arms over his shoulders, curl first one leg, then the other, around his waist, and give a silent nod, lips parted, swollen, and shining. "--yes," finally rolled out of her mouth, gently tilting her hips in unabashed invitation. "...yes, James. Please..."

It's all he needs, that little yes, and Bucky shifts so he can press into her. He moves slowly to let her adjust and when he's in Natasha to the hilt, he kisses her gently. Just now, he's not moving, and he'll hold her there until he feels like she's ready for more.

"You feel so fucking good," he murmurs against her temple. "So fucking wet and tight for me. You're so perfect."

He reaches down to grasp her knees and hold her legs there against his waist so that when he pulls out of her and presses back in, it feels like he's going even deeper than before.

Feeling him press deep had her hissing with the stretch; she hadn't really been expecting him to be so...large. Her thighs quivered and her fingernails gripped, but Natasha forced herself to relax and let him sink into her, grateful that he was careful, slow, and held still for a few breathless moments to let her adjust. She was quickly coming to realize that she had a thing for his voice; the words murmured at her ear and against her skin served to heat her blood to fever pitch, making her loins clench all the tighter.

As Bucky began to move, Natasha caught her breath - exquisite. He filled her completely, and the friction when he rolled his hips in, and out, in, and out, almost shorted out her brain entirely. A breathy, low moan escaped her with each slow thrust, her entire body afire with a myriad of sensations she'd seldom, if ever, experienced. So enraptured was she with making love that the thought of protection, or the birth control she hadn't taken since the night she'd arrived, never once crossed her mind.

It's been a little while since Bucky's had sex and he definitely didn't have the feelings like he has for Natasha so he can't really do much more than let out a low, soft moan when he moves in her. She's tight and hot around him and he thinks she's the best she's ever had - and not just because it's been a long time.

When he finds his voice again, it's rough. "You're so fucking tight. It's just for me, isn't it? You're just mine and no one else's?"

It's a stream of filth to keep from saying he loves her over and over and he knows this won't last as long as he wants it to. At least this is only the first time.

Later, she'd be embarrassed and try to apologize for the claw marks left on his shoulders and down his back; but really, it was Bucky's own fault for talking to her like that, and driving her right out of her very mind. Natasha felt her fingernails bite into his skin as her body tightened even more, squeezing him deep each time he rolled back into her.

Hopefully he didn't expect her to answer, because words were now far beyond her reach. All she could do was gasp for breath, lick her lips, and tug him down for kisses, moaning and whimpering into his mouth as they slowly rocked together. He was so deep, as if he wanted to crawl beneath her skin and just stay there forever; never had sex with Alex ever been so goddamn intense.

She was trembling, aching breasts crushed against Bucky's thick chest, and Natasha held on for dear life as he just fucked her right there in front of the fireplace, right on his living room floor. But she didn't care. Couldn't care, not when everything was just so perfect. Her moans grew louder, her gasps pitched higher, and she whined with every long thrust, needing only a few more to tip her again over that blissful edge.

God, it felt good. Bucky tries to hold on a little longer so he can really savor the moment but his thrusts slow down a little, go deeper on every pass. He buries his lips against Natasha's ear and starts whispering again, a filthy stream of words coming out that he doesn't think he'll be able to remember later on. There's only a few things that are especially important, though.

"I'm so fucking ready to come for you," he murmurs. "Want you to come around me so I can feel you all tight. I want you to come for me for the third time tonight. You think you can do that for me, sweetheart? It's just one more and then I'll finish just the way you want me to. Just one more time for me."

It crashed over her like a wave, leaving her stiff for a heartbeat, then shuddering in Bucky's arms as she tried to keep herself from turning inside out. It was almost shameful, how easily he was able to bring her to orgasm, but later she'd blame the sound of his luscious voice for making her so very weak.

Her thighs clenched around his hips, and she bucked beneath him, straining in his grasp. It went on and on, and Natasha thought she might have whited-out for a moment, so breathless was she. Her nails gripped, digging into his skin, wanting him to reach his own climax even as she squeezed him hard and tight. It couldn't be long now.

It's enough to tip him over the edge too. Bucky's been close since he moved in her the first time but the feel of her hot and wet and clenching around him had been enough to make him come, heat pooling in his spine and his own white-out very much a thing.

He moves a few more times as he finishes and when he's done, he doesn't immediately pull away. Instead, he holds Natasha close and touches her skin everywhere his fingers can reach.

"Do you know how perfect you are to me? So perfect."

She fully expected him to pull away and leave her panting, breathless, but instead Natasha felt Bucky's arms come around her and gather her close, protected, against his chest, the sound of his galloping heartbeat loud in her ears. It was...comforting. Clutching him in return, she gripped like a clinging vine, needing the anchor to keep from shuddering right apart.

Fingers ghosted over her sensitive skin, leaving shivers in their wake, and words were slow, so very slow to come. Her tongue was frozen behind her teeth, and Natasha honestly felt any vocal contribution she made would ruin the spell. So she kept quiet, content to just hold him tightly. She knew she'd ache horribly tomorrow, but for right now, this was perfect.

It takes Bucky a moment to get his breath back and when he does, he tells Natasha he loves her, again, and kisses her hair. While it's romantic down here on the floor in front of the fireplace, he wants to invite her up to his bed so after a few moments, he does.

"I'd really like it if you came upstairs with me tonight and stayed over. Do you want to?"

He hopes so but it has to be her decision, not his.

The thought of moving from this blanket hadn't crossed her mind. But now that Bucky had mentioned it, doing so sounded absolutely divine. Natasha blinked, slowly coming back to herself, and gave a little experimental wiggle, hissing a soft breath when her body protested.

"That...I--well, I wouldn't mind," she finally managed to get out, wondering just how this was going to work, as well as how were they going to clean up this mess here in the floor, and just where had their clothes gone?

The ramifications of waking up in Bucky's bed tomorrow hadn't really occurred to her yet, but Natasha knew that, right now, there wasn't any way she'd be able to walk down to the guesthouse. And, from her previous experience, his bed was very comfortable.

"C'mon. I'll leave the mess for later and we'll go on up," Bucky says. He shifts to stand and offers his hands for her, wanting to help her up. He'd carry her up the goddamn stairs if he thought she'd accept it but for now, walking hand in hand would do.

"We'll be much more comfortable in bed and I can have the patio door open up there too so we can get the breeze. It's cold tonight but I think we can keep each other warm."

Her knees were entirely wobbly, but Natalia clutched a second blanket around her nakedness, not really realizing how she made it all the way up the stairs and into Bucky's bed without falling on her nose. It passed in a blur, and the next thing she remembered was sliding into his wonderful bed, the soft sheets feeling heavenly on her sensitive skin.

The ocean breeze was chill, but delightful, and she shivered before burrowing down beneath the heavy comforter. Then the musician was sliding in beside her, brashly pulling her into his arms, and Natasha let him, even lifting her head to kiss him again. And again. She didn't know why; only that it felt right, and she wanted to be held again. Protected. Safe.

"You're one hell of a kisser," Bucky says, smiling at Natasha after their most recent kiss has broken. She feels good in his arms, too, and feels right. He hopes this isn't the last time they're together but if it is, he thinks it's going to be a memory he cherishes for the rest of his life.

"Of course, I might be a little biased," he says, laughing softly. "Cause I love to kiss." He leans in to do just that and slides one of his hands low down her back and just above the curve of her ass. He's never been with a woman as beautiful as Natasha and while he loves everything about her, the looks definitely are a bonus.

His praise made her chuckle, cheeks heading from the blatant compliment. "I like kissing you," Natasha whispered back, lips moving against his. She'd resolutely turned off her logical mind - thank the copious amount of champagne for that - and resolved to just have tonight, something entirely for herself. For once, she had no idea what tomorrow might bring, and right now, Natasha didn't really care.

"You're good at it too, James," she murmured, stroking his cheek with one slim hand. "And you taste so very nice..." Beneath the covers, Natasha slowly slipped a bare leg over Bucky's hip, letting her body follow the press of his hand against her skin. She kissed him again, gently molding her bare body to his, a salacious and entirely delectable tease.

God, but she felt perfect pressed against him and when Natasha slips her leg over his hip, he rocks against her and just lets her feel him. He's not quite ready for her yet but it won't be long and he knows he'll want another round if she's up to it. He hopes like hell that she is.

When she says he tastes nice, he laughs softly and kisses her again and this time and uses his teeth to nip at her full lower lip. Her lips are already full and pouty and the nip only serves to make that even worse. God, he loves her. He loves her too much.

Having him between her thighs again prompted a soft little whimper, and Natasha draped her arms around Bucky's neck, fingers toying with the ends of his shaggy hair. The breeze rippled the curtains and made her shiver, but she gave a little laugh, regardless, loving the dichotomy of warm and cool.

This was so nice; simply lying together, touching, petting, and kissing as if they had all the time in the world. Alex had never wanted to just take his time with her, to indulge her secret heart with his attention and care, and Natasha had resolved to never feel that way about a man's intentions.

But Bucky seemed to focus on nothing else but her, and it was a heady, heady sensation, particularly when she knew he could be doing this with any other woman - or man - in the entire world.

"I could kiss you all night," Bucky says, giving her a look with dark, heavy-lidded eyes. He has never been turned on by someone the way he is by Natasha and now that he's had her, he knows he'll never be able to give her up. If she calls, he'll run, and if she wants this between them then he's all in. Forever.

"I could kiss you and not even do anything else but I'm damn glad we went further than kissing. I don't know how I'll ever stop kissing you so I...I hope this isn't the only time you're in my bed. If you want it to be the only time, I understand, but you've got an open invitation."

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