Saving Bucky (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

*Chapter 52 - Slow*

You let out a small, desperate whimper as James keeps his lips sealed to yours. He lays you down, carefully pulling aside the covers as your head hits the satin-covered pillows that still smell like your lavender shampoo. But he's moving too slow. So you kick the sheets aside and tear away your own shirt as quickly as you can, tossing it away and leaving you bare.

Like every other time before, you grab fistful after fistful of his shirt trying desperately to pull it from over his head, aching to feel his skin on yours. To move faster, faster, faster. To save as much time as you can.

But he stops you, angling his body away and slowing you down.

"James, please," you gasp as he pulls his lips away from yours, his darkened silhouette hovering tantalizingly only a breath away. You lean up to find his lips, but a warm hand strokes your cheek and presses you gently back down into the pillow.

"Shh," he hushes, running his fingertips down your cheek, ghosting them lightly over your throat. "Slow down, princess."

Frustrated, you reach for his waist, pulling his hips into yours. He lets out a restrained groan and you whimper as you arch your back, grinding into him and seeking that warm friction between you. You reach greedily for his growing bulge but he pushes your hand away, pinning it by your side.

"Y/n, stop."

You freeze at the firm command, bare breasts heaving in the dim light of the moon as he holds you still, hovering above you, eyes searching yours.

"James?" you say his name in a cracked whisper - confused, hurt, and almost embarrassed by your carnivorous desire. Your cheeks heat as you press yourself back into the mattress, stunned by his rejection. But, before you can try to pull away, James is lowering himself slowly. Inch by inch. Until his lips hover directly above yours, ice-blue eyes staring deeply into your own as his thighs keep you bracketed beneath him.

"Slow. Down," he commands, punctuating each word.

Your lip trembles as the headache at the back of your skull tells you no. Tells you to hurry. That you're running out of time. That time is a luxury you don't have.

"I can't," you whisper, tears brimming. "W-we can't."

James takes a deep breath in through his nose, closing the gap between the two of you and nuzzling at your cheek. "If there's one thing I've learned, princess," he says, exhaling slowly as the gruff timbre of his voice causes your heart to stutter. "It's that the time we have doesn't mean shit if we don't make it count. If we don't make it mean something."

You exhale sharply as James releases the wrist he's kept pinned at your side, bringing his hand up to your forehead, gently running his fingers through your hair. You melt into his touch, eyes fluttering shut as pulls back and places a light kiss on the apex of your lips.

"And every second I get to touch you," he says, fingers leaving your hair and ghosting down your neck to your bare chest. "Is a second a don't want to rush anymore," he whispers.

You let out a small moan as he places another feather light kiss to your lips and drags a single warm finger down your sternum, tracing the underside of your breasts. You inhale sharply as the rough pads of his fingertips flit over your nipples, pinching them gently as James exhales in your ear, each lust-bitten breath dripping in restraint.

You squirm beneath his light touches as his fingers dance over your chest for a minute longer before he takes one breast in hand, palming it completely. Your hardened nipple pokes between his fingers as he kneads the supple flesh, distracting the sudden pinches with a kiss he keeps light.