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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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.