( her nails rake against his back, that delicious little spike of pain — but it's the good kind, karen dragging him closer and sinking her mark into him, little crescent moons dug into his skin, a line dragged down his spine. her voice is already ragged with pleasure and need and demand, and bucky feels a contented sort of pride in it, even as he mouths against her nipple again. any sort of skittish thoughts about pace or speed have flown right out the window. if you count all the coffee and drinks they've had throughout the city, dates that weren't dates, maybe this isn't all that quick after all. maybe he's been waiting ages to trust someone like this again.
please, she begs, and he's in no position to say no. bucky's right hand skims down the line of her ribcage and then dips into her panties, a finger sliding between her lips, and he finds her already soaked and ready for him. he breaks away from her breast with a wet pop, a shuddering breath. )
You sure about this?
( as if karen's anything but. her nails dig in harder; the angle of her heel nudges against his legs, a persistent push in the right direction. bucky hooks a finger into the cloth of her panties, tugs them aside as she cants her hips, and he obediently lines himself up and plunges in, his body blanketed over hers; she can feel the muscles rippling in his back and shoulders as he draws closer, his cock filling her. his mouth catches hers again messily, almost missing her lips as he just disappears into it, into tight wet heat and slick sensation.
they're not even fully undressed before getting their hands on each other like this, and yet it doesn't feel hurried or rushed: it's this balance between patience and impatience, lingering on the things that matter, skipping the steps that don't. bucky's breath is coming shakily through his nose, his arm curling around her, fingers pressing into her ass to clutch her even closer. he's distracted, self-control fraying, and so he's pressing hard enough to bruise. his next word isn't anything more coherent than a simple: )
no subject
please, she begs, and he's in no position to say no. bucky's right hand skims down the line of her ribcage and then dips into her panties, a finger sliding between her lips, and he finds her already soaked and ready for him. he breaks away from her breast with a wet pop, a shuddering breath. )
You sure about this?
( as if karen's anything but. her nails dig in harder; the angle of her heel nudges against his legs, a persistent push in the right direction. bucky hooks a finger into the cloth of her panties, tugs them aside as she cants her hips, and he obediently lines himself up and plunges in, his body blanketed over hers; she can feel the muscles rippling in his back and shoulders as he draws closer, his cock filling her. his mouth catches hers again messily, almost missing her lips as he just disappears into it, into tight wet heat and slick sensation.
they're not even fully undressed before getting their hands on each other like this, and yet it doesn't feel hurried or rushed: it's this balance between patience and impatience, lingering on the things that matter, skipping the steps that don't. bucky's breath is coming shakily through his nose, his arm curling around her, fingers pressing into her ass to clutch her even closer. he's distracted, self-control fraying, and so he's pressing hard enough to bruise. his next word isn't anything more coherent than a simple: )
Fuck.