( there's that grunt in the back of his throat again, a moan rippling out from his chest and his lungs as karen finally, finally abruptly sinks down on him, impaling herself on him, and he finds himself drowning in that sensation once more. his mouth's open and panting, but as her thumb brushes against his teeth and tongue, then bucky closes his lips around her, sucking on that digit. not something he'd have thought of doing on his own, but he's observant, and keeping a mental tally of his own: cataloguing the way karen gravitates to the pout of his lips, her fingers so often drifting to his mouth, and now that dazed shift to her expression as his tongue laves at the crook of her thumb, even as she starts to rock in his lap.
bucky had controlled the pace last time, but now it's all her: the way she slides up and down the hard length of him, her other hand bracing herself against the wall behind the bed. he nips at her finger, teeth grazing a little harder, and when next his mouth gasps open, he only manages the stuttering start of this sentence: )
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bucky had controlled the pace last time, but now it's all her: the way she slides up and down the hard length of him, her other hand bracing herself against the wall behind the bed. he nips at her finger, teeth grazing a little harder, and when next his mouth gasps open, he only manages the stuttering start of this sentence: )
God. You— you feel so good.