( as the speed and intensity of karen's movements escalate, colliding with his thrusts, he can feel that heat stoking higher and higher between them. his self-control is better this time but he still has to pour single-handed concentration into it, biting hard down on his lip and trying to last longer— for her, to let this moment keep stretching on and on, to keep fucking into her, to keep granting this to her and him and them both. it's a string drawing taut, a tension building.
karen's body is flexing and moving above him, a beautiful motion of rolling muscle and taut abdomen and arching ribs and plump breasts. bucky shifts forward again; restless, he's restless, there's too much burning need inside him and so he can't decide where to be, when he wants to be everywhere. so he's mouthing at her neck again, tongue at her pulse-point, while his hand moves from her hips and to the place where their bodies meet, where he's plunging into her again and again. he fumbles a little from the unaccustomed angle at first, but eventually manages to find her clit again, index finger curling against her as she rises and falls. )
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karen's body is flexing and moving above him, a beautiful motion of rolling muscle and taut abdomen and arching ribs and plump breasts. bucky shifts forward again; restless, he's restless, there's too much burning need inside him and so he can't decide where to be, when he wants to be everywhere. so he's mouthing at her neck again, tongue at her pulse-point, while his hand moves from her hips and to the place where their bodies meet, where he's plunging into her again and again. he fumbles a little from the unaccustomed angle at first, but eventually manages to find her clit again, index finger curling against her as she rises and falls. )