( he remembers where she'd guided him before, and so he's striving and trying to hit it again, this time with his cock filling her, stretching her. she's taking her pleasure from him, rocking back and forth with an expert roll of her hips, and he wouldn't have it any other way. bucky says— something, something incoherent, just a slew of words buried in the crook of her shoulder, somewhere between a groan and yes and karen and fuck, that, keep doing that. he could flip them over, pin her to the mattress and reverse their positions again, but she's doing such a good job that he doesn't want to change a single goddamn thing about this arrangement: her riding that wave and shoving them both towards it with the cant of her hips, her fingers digging into the meat of his shoulder.
bucky can tell when he's getting close, but this time he's absolutely dead-set that she should go first. and with both of them working at it — karen slowing down when she feels him start to tremble too much, bucky speeding up as he tries to nudge her back to where they'd been — they eventually manage it. not cinematically, not at the exact same moment, but it's close enough. when karen's second orgasm finally hits her and she reflexively clenches harder around him, that added pressure helps tip bucky right the fuck over with another moan into her shoulder, his breath catching, his fingers stilling as the rest of his mind just whites out for the second time tonight: with him still inside her, karen still poised in his lap, hand still braced against the headboard, the other digging into his short unruly hair.
he's unable to hold any other thought in his head except for that: how good it feels. how sated, how complete, how utterly wrecked, how fucking debauched. his heartbeat's pattering in his chest, the room smells like sex and so do they, and his free arm curves around the small of karen's back, holding her closer as she quivers around him, that last pleasant aftershock abating. )
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bucky can tell when he's getting close, but this time he's absolutely dead-set that she should go first. and with both of them working at it — karen slowing down when she feels him start to tremble too much, bucky speeding up as he tries to nudge her back to where they'd been — they eventually manage it. not cinematically, not at the exact same moment, but it's close enough. when karen's second orgasm finally hits her and she reflexively clenches harder around him, that added pressure helps tip bucky right the fuck over with another moan into her shoulder, his breath catching, his fingers stilling as the rest of his mind just whites out for the second time tonight: with him still inside her, karen still poised in his lap, hand still braced against the headboard, the other digging into his short unruly hair.
he's unable to hold any other thought in his head except for that: how good it feels. how sated, how complete, how utterly wrecked, how fucking debauched. his heartbeat's pattering in his chest, the room smells like sex and so do they, and his free arm curves around the small of karen's back, holding her closer as she quivers around him, that last pleasant aftershock abating. )