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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."

Natasha was glad, too, but she didn't want to spend any time talking. Not when they could be kissing instead. So she put a gentle finger over his lips, shushing him lightly. Then replaced it with her lips, licking her way into his sweet mouth at the same time that she slowly wiggled beneath him.

After kissing him for long, breathless minutes, she finally let him pull away, and a corner of her mouth tilted in a small little grin. "Don't talk," she whispered, carding a slim hand through his hair. "Kiss me instead." Love me, she wanted to say, but bit her tongue on that particular insanity.

"I want to stay tonight," Natasha breathed into Bucky's mouth, moving beneath him invitingly, "and you can have me as many times as you want."

Bucky wants to ask if that means he can have her forever or just as many times as he wants tonight but decides it's probably a bad idea to keep asking questions and wasting time. He reaches his hands down to pull Natasha's legs up and around his waist before leaning in for another kiss.

"Then I'm gonna make it a real good night," he says, grinning before he leans in to kiss her again, long and sweet. It's good, kissing like this, and there's a part of him that wants to show off since he knows Natasha hasn't had this in a long time.

She had no doubt that he would, particularly if earlier events were any indication. Natasha let herself relax into the pillows, relishing Bucky's nice thickness above her; she felt safe, protected. Legs around his waist, arms around his neck, the petite redhead kissed her dark-haired lover with eager passion, the copious amount of alcohol helping to keep her inhibitions from interfering, at least for tonight.

He was so handsome, gorgeous really, and when they finally broke apart for a quick breath of air, Natasha couldn't help but simply stare up at him, more than willing to fall into those sky-blue eyes and get lost. A delicate finger gently stroked his cheek, feathering over his mobile mouth, and gently curled around his chin. "...you're so...handsome," she murmured, almost in wonder, dark eyes tracing the lines of his chiseled countenance. "So very beautiful."

Bucky smiles when Natasha starts stroking his skin and when she says he's beautiful, he laughs softly. "I don't think anyone has ever called me beautiful before. I'm the one looking at beautiful right now."

Natasha is incredibly beautiful - high cheekbones, a full mouth, beautiful eyes. Bucky has never seen a woman as beautiful as her and love makes her even more beautiful to him. He wants this to last forever.

"I gotta have you again, Natasha. You make me desperate."

His blatant praise made her blush, a soft peach flooding her throat, the tops of her breasts, and settling warm in her cheeks. It was insanity, what they were doing right now, but she'd decided not to care about an hour ago, and even though her logical mind kept trying to sneak in the door, her subconscious resolutely kept booting it out again.

This was hers. He was hers. And if he wanted her again? Good.

Natasha lifted her lashes, soft green eyes meeting blue steadily. "...all right," she granted, once more winding her arms around his neck to coax him down for more and more kisses. Her knees at his waist, the redhead tilted her hips, offering him exactly what he wanted. She was ready.

Bucky can see the warm flush of Natasha's skin and it's beautiful. Everything about her is beautiful, sure, but it seems like every time he looks at her, he finds something new to admire. When she says he can have her again, he slides in slow. He wants it to last a little while this time so they can both enjoy it and he wants it to feel smooth and without the awkwardness of the first time.

"You feel so good," he murmurs, nuzzling under her chin and kissing along her neck. All of her skin is silky smooth and he wants to map it all out with his lips and then go back over it with his tongue. Her arms are wrapped around his neck but he reaches up to take them in his hands, lacing their fingers together and pushing them up above Natasha's head.

"Don't go getting away from me."

It was smoother, this time, but Natasha still hissed a soft breath when Bucky slid in again, and she relaxed her thighs a little to seat him fully. He nuzzled at her, kissing her neck like a lover should, and every place that he touched, her blood flamed, wanting more. It was instinct to lift her hips, roll her body beneath his to generate just enough friction for her eager nerves, but before she could, her hands were lifted above her head, stretching her under his large frame.

"--I won't," she managed to promise, head tipping back to offer her throat and more of her heated skin. "...James..." Natasha heard herself whimper, a mewling little voice that she didn't even recognize. "...pleeease..." Her hips bucked, enticing, and she turned her head to nip at his ear, panting what she wanted directly to him.

Bucky would never tell her no anyway but never when Natasha is soft beneath him and her skin is painted in a warm flush. He rolls his hips up against her and pushes into her deep, moaning low at the feel of her tight around him. God, he loves her, and he's never going to stop.

He doesn't know if he can keep her forever but he's damn going to try and he'll do everything he can to convince her that he's the kind of man she deserves and the kind of man who will treat her well.

"You feel so good to me, sweetheart. You know that?"

Natasha had no idea how he managed to do these wicked things with his body and still retain enough coherence to form actual words. Because her vocabulary now consisted of little more than his name, her low, needful moans, and a few hissed gasps here and there. Her wrists turned in his grip, her fingers wanting to dig into his shoulders as he rode her deeply, and glazed green eyes met beautiful blue in a dreamy, half-lashed haze.

It wasn't the alcohol, now. It was her own choice, to share this man's bed, let him plunder her body, and give him the freedom to take care of her, as no one ever had before. Natasha knew Bucky was sincere; she could feel it in his touch, hear it in his voice.

And she could only answer with her soft little whimpers, the whispered husk of his name, and her body, rising so smoothly to meet his. It was magic, a magic that she'd never before experienced, and Natasha never wanted it to end.

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