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She was already strung so tight, and so hot and wet she felt as if her blood might boil right in her veins, but seeing that dark head between her splayed thighs, and those long lashes against his sharp cheeks very nearly had her undone. Fingernails tugged on the bedspread, and her hips bucked upwards for that sinful mouth, slick muscles fluttering greedily around that probing tongue, and the pressure on her clit had her eyes rolling back as she gasped for a heaving breath or two.

Because James Barnes was taking it right out of her lungs, damn him.

But she spasmed and keened like a banshee when long, rough fingers pushed inside of her, and her body clamped down tight, squeezing with desperate eagerness as she tumbled right off that shattering cliff, slim thighs quaking as she spasmed and begged. This was insanity, and she'd known it, but right now, she could willingly throw off every yoke that chained her, take this beautiful man by the hand, and simply disappear.

Because he was, "--moya zvezda! Oh-mmnnBucky!"

Dimly, Bucky thinks it's a little odd that Natalie is crying out in what sounds like Russian but she's clamping down on his fingers and he's licking and sucking her through her climax so he isn't thinking about words just now, he's thinking about blowing her mind.

When he finally pulls away, his lips and chin are still slick with her and he gives her a smile. It's not the cocky smile he puts on in public but a genuine one, a sweet one he gets when he's full gone on a dame, and he's full gone on Natalie Rushman. If it wasn't for the war - well. It's a dangerous line of thinking.

"You doing all right, doll?" he asks, fingers gently stroking her hip and the softness of her belly. "You need anything at all?" He's still hard, harder than before, and he wants to sink himself in her more than his next goddamn breath.

When her spasms finally eased, Natalia fell back on the bed, boneless, replete, and greedily inhaling soft breaths, trying to fill her starving lungs. Starlight glittered through her veins, every nerve tingled so very happily. She lolled her head to look down at him, green eyes soft, liquid, and warm all for him, and she felt her lips curve in a slow smile.

"'m good," she murmured, lifting a lazy hand to stroke his cheek, her breath catching again at the look in those baby-blue eyes. Her body gently wiggled under his hand, her stomach fluttering lightly, and she slipped her fingers into James's hair, sweet, soft. But she still ached, way down deep under the fading pleasure, and she gingerly propped up on one elbow, winding her leg from above his shoulder to beneath his arm, gently coaxing.

"I need you." She licked her lips, eager to taste his kisses as he drove into her. "I need you, James. Please, baby?"

"Who am I to question that order?" Bucky says, grinning at her. He helps ease her back before pulling at the drawer of his bedside table and he rifles through it for a moment, looking for a rubber. Fuck. There's none. There's absolutely shit all and he wants to kick himself for being unprepared to have a girl come over. He knows damn well Steve doesn't have any because he'd given some to him and Steve had dutifully given them back, giving him a stammering little speech about how it'd be too special to him to just do it casually. The sap.

"Doll, I'm all out," he confesses, frustrated. "Can't risk it, Natalie. I've never put a girl in that position before and I'm not about to put you in it, darlin'."

He touches her knee lightly, runs the back of his fingers against her inner thigh. "I'll give you anything you need tonight but I can't give you that. Not without protecting you."

She wiggled further back across James's bed, all too eager to have him back in her arms and over her, stifling a grunt of impatience when he pulled away to briefly rummage in the sidetable drawer. She saw his face suddenly fall, and then he was explaining why, and Natalia almost wanted to sigh in relief, because there was absolutely nothing at all to worry about.

The "darlin'" rolling off of his tongue had her shivering with delight, and she smiled softly, putting her arms back around him and tugging at him again. "It doesn't matter, James," she assured him, licking at his sticky chin and kissing his lips softly. "I'm good, I promise. I'm...on medication that prevents it." Which was hardly the truth, but a plausible enough excuse.

Natalia worked a slender thigh between his legs, rubbing silken skin against his cock as she teased him with lips and tongue. "We can, if you really want to, baby."

Bucky doesn't know about any kind of medication that prevents pregnancy but he guesses if she's not saying no and is telling him directly it's all right, he guesses it's all right to risk it. She slides those silk thighs right up against his cock and he lets out a sound that comes out more like nggh than anything intelligible and he slides his hand between his legs, lining himself up so he can ease into her.

Jesus Christ it's different. She's so hot and wet against him and before, he couldn't feel any of this. He could only feel how good it was to be inside something warm and tight and feeling her, just her, is too fucking much. He knows he wont last long.

He slides a hand up to pin hers above her head and snaps his hips into her, slow at first and then harder and faster, and he's losing his head so goddamn quickly.

Feeling him sinking inside of her was the most erotic thing she'd ever in all of her life felt. Natalia canted her hips willingly, arching up just enough to seat him to the very hilt, breathing his name in a voice gone husky with sheer pleasure, closing both her legs and her body around his to keep him where he belonged.

He was thick, hard, and hot, stretching her with a delicious ache to take him all the way, and she felt him shudder atop her, relishing his own pleasure just as much as she did hers. And then he was moving, sharp, stilted thrusts that jerked her beneath him, and she tried to sink her fingernails into his back but he snatched her wrists before she could, and she cried out, begging, when he began to just fuck her.

Her breasts crushed against his chest, strong legs locked behind his thighs, and her lips panting at his ear, Natalia held on as tight as she could, panting and pleading as he just overwhelmed her from the inside out, taking her completely.

Bucky wants to last. He wants to last forever inside this woman who trusts him enough to let him fuck her bare but he knows he's not going to. He manages a little longer before he feels it white hot and undeniable, her warm tight body pulling the orgasm right after him.

He thrusts into her hard one last time as he comes and fucks her through it a few more times, body spent and heart going wild. He falls against her for a moment and presses his forehead against hers, cheeks flagged with red not with exertion but embarrassment.

He bites his lower lip and murmurs an apology, a humble, "I couldn't help myself. I've just never...like that before. Without. I've never done it and I didn't know you'd feel so goddamn good."

She knew he was close, could feel it in the tension screaming across tense shoulders and in his thrusting hips, so it wasn't too much of a surprise when she suddenly felt James stiffen, convulse, then drive into her like a wild jackhammer, leaving her biting the inside of her mouth to keep from screeching when she felt him flood her lower body like a river bursting a dam.

His heart thudded against her chest, and when he released her hands, she immediately put her arms around him, holding him close and stroking his damp, sweaty hair. She pressed soft kisses to his temple, her body still throbbing like a sore tooth, but it was a good pain, and she shushed his muttered apologies with her lips.

"Shhh...hush up." Another series of slow, messy kisses. "We have all night, don't we?" She lofted a sly eyebrow at him. "Unless you're shipping out tomorrow, Sergeant Barnes?"

Bucky rolls off her so he's not crushing her and he slips an arm around her so Natalie can lay against him if she wants. He's not shipping out tomorrow, thank god, and he hopes he can be with her for a little while before he gets his orders and the 107th deploys.

He strokes her hair, pin curls all astray, and sighs softly. "Still, not a good look for me to lose my cool that early, doll. That's almost as bad as me being a virgin."

He hopes it's clear he's not, that he has enough skill to prove he can take care of her in all the right ways, but that's not something to think about right this second.

Yes, she wanted. To lie beside him and more. So she did, snuggling into his side with a contented little hum, putting an arm and a leg over his body to complete his capture. "You don't have to impress me, James," she reminded him with a half-smile. "You've already done that, soldier."

Neither of them were innocents, of that she had little doubt. And despite his easy flirting and smooth charm, it didn't seem that this Bucky Barnes was just some casual skirt-chaser, either. So why had he zeroed in on her? She'd done her level best to stay in the background while working for Stark, and the one moment she took for herself, look what had happened.

Not that she regretted it. She promised herself right then and there to never regret saying 'yes'.

"But," she suggested, stretching a little in his arms, "why don't you kiss me for a while?" A small hand drifted down to sneak between his legs. "See if we can't get something started all over again?"

It's almost too much, her hand on his cock so soon after he's fucked her deep, but he acclimates quickly and closes the gap between them so he can kiss her long and deep.

Maybe it makes him a sap but goddamn if he doesn't love to kiss. He loves feeling a woman yield to him and parts her lips beneath his. He kisses like he's in love even when he isn't but the problem this time is he knows he could be in love with Natalie Rushman sooner rather than later.

"You're gonna kill me, baby girl. I hope you realize that. You're gonna owe the US Army a sergeant."

James wasn't the only one who loved kissing. Natalia eagerly welcomed him back against her, sliding her arms around his neck to hold him close as their mouths met, soft wanting moans wafting between them. Tongues slipped and slid, a scintillating thrill that had her squirming her hips against his in short order. She hiked her leg high over James's hip, rolling her body against his with each meeting of their lips.

Natalia chuckled at James's quip, licking her way into his mouth after for another long kiss. "I think you'll live," she purred against those soft, soft lips. "I definitely feel something getting a little lively again." She edged her thigh between his legs again, followed by a deft stroke of her fingers, squeezing lightly. "The Army can do without you, Sergeant. At least for tonight." She gently coaxed him over on his back and followed, swinging astride him with a toss of red curls.

"Tonight," she murmured with a siren's smile, "you're all mine."

Natalie looks gorgeous up there, tiny waist and full breasts, and he takes a moment to admire her before he slides his hands up to cup them, thumbs teasing her nipples into hardness. Now that he's come once already he doesn't feel nearly so desperate and he can take his time, can really just explore her and catalog every line and curve of her beautiful body. He wants to leave marks on her, indelible ones, and he wants to commit every single bit of her to his memory.

He licks his lip when she says that he's hers for the night and he chuckles a little, rocking up against her and enjoying that she's taking what she wants and not just laying back and begging it out of him.

"I want to be yours, doll," he says, grinning up at her. "What do you do with things that are all wrapped up for you with a pretty little bow, huh? Show me?"

She gazed down at him, beautiful, heavy-eyed, and debauched, and her lips curved in answer. "Mmmm, whatever I want," was her purred response, arching her back when his hands found her breasts. She was still so sensitive that every small touch seemed profound, an explosion rolling over her skin to settle hot in her loins. Hissing between her teeth, she teased him a little more, rocking in perfect counter-rhythm to his rolling hips, tantalizing that stirring hardness a little cruelly.

But then she was leaning down to kiss him again, forcing his mouth open and coiling her tongue with his, rubbing against him like a cat in heat. Her nails slowly raked hot lines down his ribs when she left his mouth, sucking sharp kisses along the column of his neck, sliding her tongue over the thudding pulse before her teeth raked, biting a little roughly. She slid down his body as she went, knees pressed to either side of him, full, heavy breasts paving the way for her exploring lips and tongue. She wanted to touch, taste, and tease him, all of him.

This girl already has him all twisted so he doesn't know which way is up and he eagerly kisses her, teeth tugging at that full lower lip and hips rolling under hers. He's already getting hard again under her, already close to wanting to sink in her.

"Natalie," he gaps, hands grabbing her ass and pulling her closer still. He doesn't know if he wants her on top like this or under him but he's got a little while to decide; he's only half mast right now.

"Gotta have you every way I can get you."

Her soft, sultry laugh drifted up from his chest. "We have all night, soldier," she reminded him, lifting her head and batting her lashes coyly. Her hips squirmed in his grasp, and she caught her lower lip between her teeth in a coquettish little pout. "Let me play, Bucky, pleeeease?"

She didn't bother to way for an answer; simply lowered her head and continued scattering wet licks and warm kisses across his skin, tip of her tongue toying with a flat, dark nipple, teasing it to perfect hardness. Red curls followed in her wake, soft as silk against him. Then she was nipping at the dusky skin just below his navel, tickling the soft feathering leading her further down.

One small hand eased between his thighs, gently pushing them apart then moved to fondle his stirring cock, and she paused just long enough to gaze up at her lover, cat-green eyes wide and sultry with undeniable lust, and one of her eyebrows went up. "One good turn deserves another, da?"

Bucky can't make any proper words when she's running her tongue against his skin like that and when she's below his navel, he has narrowed it down to one thing she's gonna do and he can count on one hand and have fingers left over the number of times that he's had a dame suck his cock.

The Russian is strange, though, especially for the second time and he furrows his brow and looks up at her, slightly confused.

"Rushman a Russian name or something? If it is Russian. You've got me thinkin' about anything but school."

Damnit, she really had to be more careful. Especially around this beautiful man, who seemed to be able to erode her good sense entirely. But she gave a small shrug, saying easily, "My grandmother was Ukrainian." Then she lowered her head again, parting red lips to take just the head of his cock in her mouth, voicing a soft moan at his taste.

She teased with her tongue, coiling it around the flushed tip, and worked him a little deeper, sucking in slow, languid strokes, whimpering with pleasure each time. She wanted him shuddering, falling apart in her mouth and beneath her, and she pushed his legs a bit further apart, finally lowering her head to take him deep, slurping greedily when she drew upwards again.

Bucky nearly loses himself at the first touch of her tongue against him. She's goddamn good with her mouth, whether it's this or it's just kissing him. He hasn't had this enough to be immune to the feel of it and just like with sex earlier, he's getting hard and fast.

At least with this, the point isn't necessarily to last. Bucky lets out a low groan as Natalie draws her mouth up along the length of him and the pressure of her mouth and the softness of her lips and tongue have him shallowly rocking up against her, trying to chase that feeling as best he can.

"Natalie, baby - you're killing me right now. God, you're good. So good."

It was a heady feeling, bringing him this sort of 'forbidden' pleasure. But she saw little taboo in it; their bodies were theirs to please as they wished, were they not? And she had been well-schooled in so many ways, how to manipulate, seduce, entice; but this was simply hers. He was simply hers. At least for tonight.

She giggled softly, hearing the catch in his drawling voice, watching him start to come unraveled at the very seams. His hips rose and fell off of the mattress, and she followed his rhythm, whimpering softly as he began to lightly thrust into her mouth. His cock had thickened quickly, rigid and hard between her lips, and she flattened her tongue beneath it, drawing her prize free with a languid suck as she lifted her head, fixing her gasping lover with a satisfied little smirk.

"Really? You don't look dead, Bucky Barnes." Clever fingers circled the base of his shaft, plumping slightly. "Quite the opposite, in fact."

Bucky likes being teased, for the most part, but he does not like being teased in the middle of one of the few (and absolutely the best) blow jobs in his life. He lets out a strangled little whine at the loss of her mouth and slides his hand down to grip in her hair, careful just to hold and not pull. He pushes her down gently.

"You're not supposed to stop in the middle, darlin'. That is how you kill a man dead cold."

Teasing, maybe, but he's never been this worked up by a girl before and he knows that this isn't going to be a one time thing. It's going to be more than one night. It might be every night before he gets orders and gets deployed.

This time, she laughed outright, a wicked, sultry sound that slithered around his dimly lit bedroom. Natalia turned her head to kiss the palm of his hand, nipping at his fingers slightly. "But patience is a virtue," she sing-songed, lips plump, flush, and parted. She ran nails up the insides of both thighs, feeling the light prickle of fine hairs against her fingertips.

"Although," she sighed a little theatrically, "I guess I can take pity on you, you poor suffering boy." She pursed her lips in a contrived pout, then once more lowered her head and sucked him deep, moaning when she felt the head of his cock hit the back of her throat, and Natalia tightened her lips around the stiff length like a vise, hollowing her cheeks to grip him as tight as she possibly could.

So, no dame has ever done that before and Bucky is almost afraid to ask where she learned it. There's not a lot of room for that thought, though, because it doesn't take much of his cock hitting the back of her throat for him to feel the tightness in his balls and the heat pooling in his low back that tells him he's coming and he's coming now.

"You...you need to pull off, doll. I'm...I'm too close, you gotta pull off before I..."

The words are a little too late, though, because he is coming in spite of himself and the only thing he feels is white hot pleasure and there's not a damn thought in his head.

Her fingernails dug into his hips when he erupted in her mouth, and she held him through it, even though it wasn't her favorite thing to do, but this beautiful boy deserved it, and so much more. She wanted him to feel the same way she had, and hopefully take him even higher, because he was worth it. The women that "hadn't worked" were congenital idiots, in her private opinion.

When he finally fell back, replete and moaning, Natalia lifted her head, used a corner of the bedspread to clean her mouth, and undulated her way back across the bed to snuggle beside her spent lover, resting her head on his shoulder and gently kissing his cheek. She took unparalleled satisfaction in the look on James's face, smirking quietly to herself. Slipping a small hand into his disheveled hair, she kissed him again, asking, "You okay, baby?"

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