( as soon as she's gotten him there, as soon as he knows where to prod it's almost instantly that she comes unbound, that he manages to stoke a flame that's stubbornly fought against her for so long, and once it catches, it's quick to bloom. she no longer has any mind to muffle her sounds, every unconscious defense pitifully crumbling as his wrist immediately takes to working quicker between her thighs. the tips of his fingers continuously prod up against that spot again and again and again, his entire figure leaning in to the motion and he's split her attentions, a hot, damp mouth at the risen peak of her breast and the pressure that rapidly begins to coil beneath her navel.
there's no slow-burn, not when he's fucking her with his fingers like he's intent to leave her completely shattering around him, pulling unforgivably at the strands of hair she's managed to tangle her grasp within, as if she's desperately trying to keep herself together by means of the sole thing taking her apart. he'll be able to read it, the way that end creeps up to claim her and she's reduced to nothing more than a frenetic pitch of sounds — mews that just stumble over one another at the relentless pace he's now set.
he doesn't leave any room for her to think, nothing but to feel him and that bundle that pulls taut, a string ready to maddeningly snap. a gasp leaves flesh caving in around her ribs, and she's giving a )
Fuck, Bucky—
( a warning and a plea all wrapped into one. she's toeing right along that edge like she's being held weightlessly above it, tauntingly, harshly tugging his mouth to hers and meeting it with a hungered kiss. she needs him to hold her through it, milk her through it, and within those last few seconds she manages to find his gaze beneath her lashes, crying up to him like a promise: ) -m' gonna...
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there's no slow-burn, not when he's fucking her with his fingers like he's intent to leave her completely shattering around him, pulling unforgivably at the strands of hair she's managed to tangle her grasp within, as if she's desperately trying to keep herself together by means of the sole thing taking her apart. he'll be able to read it, the way that end creeps up to claim her and she's reduced to nothing more than a frenetic pitch of sounds — mews that just stumble over one another at the relentless pace he's now set.
he doesn't leave any room for her to think, nothing but to feel him and that bundle that pulls taut, a string ready to maddeningly snap. a gasp leaves flesh caving in around her ribs, and she's giving a )
Fuck, Bucky—
( a warning and a plea all wrapped into one. she's toeing right along that edge like she's being held weightlessly above it, tauntingly, harshly tugging his mouth to hers and meeting it with a hungered kiss. she needs him to hold her through it, milk her through it, and within those last few seconds she manages to find his gaze beneath her lashes, crying up to him like a promise: ) -m' gonna...