"All right, all right," Bucky says. Natalie's hands are all over him and it's been so long that he just wants to bask in it. He yanks his slacks and underwear off and pulls off his socks (a feat, on his back) and kicks them over the edge of the bed. He's already hard and has been since he was kissing her in the office and he closes his eyes and lets out a low moan.
"Shit, okay, you feel so good." Normally he's more eloquent but he can barely think with her on top of him and he feels so good that he forgets about his left hand for a moment and grabs her ass with both hands, pulling her flush to him so she can feel just how much he wants her.
She squealed when rough hands grabbed her ass, the sound followed by a sultry giggle which became a low moan as she ground against his throbbing cock, trapped between their tightly pressed bodies. "--mmmm, Jameshard..." Natalie rocked back and forth, small hands planted firmly on Bucky's chest as she rode him; she was already hot and wet, all but aching to have him inside of her.
"Use that hand," she suggested, coiling her fingers around his left wrist and giving it a light tug, pressing metal fingers against hot, slick skin. "Let me ride those fingers, baby...ohh..." Lithe hips bucked, her head fell back, and perfect breasts gently bounced with her sinful movements. Natalie whined, low in her throat, pushing that fascinating hand deeper between her legs.
It happens so quickly that Bucky doesn't really have a chance to react before Natalie has his left hand between her legs and not the right. Maybe it isn't romantic or normal or anything like that but it's his natural reaction to jerk it away and pull away a little himself.
"No. Not that hand. I can't feel anything with it and...no. Just no."
God, he's fucked this up and he paid for it. You're not supposed to be able to fuck it up if you pay for it, are you?
It surprised her when he jerked away so abruptly, but perhaps he wasn't as quite as comfortable with the prosthetic as he'd seemed. No matter. Natalie tossed her head, took a breath, and smiled regardless.
"It's fine, James. Don't worry about it, da?"
Sensing his withdrawal, she smoothly slid to one side, stretching out beside him and propping her head on a hand. "We'll do whatever you want to do, baby," she assured him with a benign smile. "You're the client, so it's my job to make you happy."
It takes him a few moments to get his head back in the game but then Bucky rolls Natalie under him to kiss her. He loves to kiss, honestly, and it doesn't take him long to get warmed up enough to grip her hip and try to pull her thigh over his own hip with his left hand.
He's not all right with using his left hand between her thighs yet, no, but he is okay using it in this way since she's indicated she more than doesn't mind it.
Natalie went willingly to her back, more than willing to have Bucky Barnes between her legs, and she kissed him back, just as eager. The leg he grasped rose at his touch, winding over his hip and once more settling him right where he needed to be.
Licking at his mouth, sliding her tongue against his, the sinuous redhead kissed him over and over, moaning into the damp heat between them. When they parted to gasp for breath, it was a smirked grin on her lips, arms around him and her lithe body rolling beneath his. "...wanna fuck me, baby?" Brazen, but he'd paid for it. "I want you to, malyshka...mmmm, fuck me so hard..."
"You don't wanna come first?" Bucky asks, genuinely wanting the answer. Maybe he paid for this but he wants it to be real and he wants any woman he's with to feel good when she's with him. It's not right if she doesn't.
"Cause I kinda want you to come first," he admits. Maybe it's a little shyer than it needs to be but it's easier to roll again so she's on top of him and he can get his hand where it needs to be.
Jesus H. Christ, what was wrong with the collective human species, that this man was still single? Never mind her secondary mission, her primary goal was so bizarre that she could hardly believe it. Most men, she knew, would have had her facedown on the bed, ass in the air, grunting like gorillas as they plowed her deep, giving no thought whatsoever to her pleasure, and this millionaire with a prosthetic arm was begging her to use him for her own climax. Begging.
"Surreal" didn't even begin to cover it.
Back astride his thick frame, Natalie tossed her head and sat up, again, amusement quirking her mouth as she gazed down at her panting lover, the earnestness in those blue eyes more than a little touching. Instead of talking, she simply began to rock back and forth on his hand - the right one, this time - biting her lower lip when those thick, rough fingers slid just right, and unable to help a soft little moan as her head fell back, spilling long scarlet curls over pale shoulders.
"Come for me," Bucky says, his voice low and rough. This is more important to him than coming for himself, honestly, because this is the kind of man he is. This is what he wants when he's with a woman; he wants to be the architect of her pleasure more than he wants his own.
"Come for me, Natalie." He moves his fingers faster, trying to find the rhythm that's going to get her there so he can feel her clenching around his cock. He won't let go until he feels it.
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"Shit, okay, you feel so good." Normally he's more eloquent but he can barely think with her on top of him and he feels so good that he forgets about his left hand for a moment and grabs her ass with both hands, pulling her flush to him so she can feel just how much he wants her.
"Gotta get you off first though."
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"Use that hand," she suggested, coiling her fingers around his left wrist and giving it a light tug, pressing metal fingers against hot, slick skin. "Let me ride those fingers, baby...ohh..." Lithe hips bucked, her head fell back, and perfect breasts gently bounced with her sinful movements. Natalie whined, low in her throat, pushing that fascinating hand deeper between her legs.
"--baby, ohh-ohh-da-da-da-baby-yeah-mmmmm-da-!"
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"No. Not that hand. I can't feel anything with it and...no. Just no."
God, he's fucked this up and he paid for it. You're not supposed to be able to fuck it up if you pay for it, are you?
"I don't want to use my left hand like that."
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"It's fine, James. Don't worry about it, da?"
Sensing his withdrawal, she smoothly slid to one side, stretching out beside him and propping her head on a hand. "We'll do whatever you want to do, baby," she assured him with a benign smile. "You're the client, so it's my job to make you happy."
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He's not all right with using his left hand between her thighs yet, no, but he is okay using it in this way since she's indicated she more than doesn't mind it.
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Licking at his mouth, sliding her tongue against his, the sinuous redhead kissed him over and over, moaning into the damp heat between them. When they parted to gasp for breath, it was a smirked grin on her lips, arms around him and her lithe body rolling beneath his. "...wanna fuck me, baby?" Brazen, but he'd paid for it. "I want you to, malyshka...mmmm, fuck me so hard..."
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"Cause I kinda want you to come first," he admits. Maybe it's a little shyer than it needs to be but it's easier to roll again so she's on top of him and he can get his hand where it needs to be.
"Please?"
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"Surreal" didn't even begin to cover it.
Back astride his thick frame, Natalie tossed her head and sat up, again, amusement quirking her mouth as she gazed down at her panting lover, the earnestness in those blue eyes more than a little touching. Instead of talking, she simply began to rock back and forth on his hand - the right one, this time - biting her lower lip when those thick, rough fingers slid just right, and unable to help a soft little moan as her head fell back, spilling long scarlet curls over pale shoulders.
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"Come for me, Natalie." He moves his fingers faster, trying to find the rhythm that's going to get her there so he can feel her clenching around his cock. He won't let go until he feels it.