All I Want Is Everything

A night to remember

Don't you know I love it and I want it all?
I'm wild about that thing, just give my bell a ring,
You touched my button, I'm wild about that thing
If you want so satisfy my soul,
Come on and rock me with a steady roll
I'm wild about that thing, gee I like your ting-a-ling,
Kiss me like you mean it, I'm wild about that thing
Come on turn the lights down low,
Say you're ready, just say let's go

Bessie Smith, I'm Wild About That Thing

Ella poured all her focus into navigating the wet roads and traffic as she made for home, tucking her car into its place in the garage and sprinting for the house. On the way to the bedroom, she flicked the lock open on the front door. She had a little time; it takes even a very determined man time to locate a drugstore and the condoms within. She'd been chilled to the bone by the rain and the 'Vette's heater was not up to snuff; it was rarely needed in California and she hadn't noticed. She'd flush the heating core later, but for now, she jumped into a hot shower just long enough to warm up, then dried her hair using the diffuser so as not to blow out her natural wave. She rubbed in body oil to make her skin satiny, then smiled as she put on a silk organza negligee; it was a pale pink that came to mid thigh with full sleeves that were drawn in at the wrist with silver smocking. More smocking kept the fabric tight to her ribs under her breasts. She brought candles out of the linen closet and distributed them around the room for romance, then hit the lights and the bed. She tried a few different poses, then jumped off the bed to take a couple of towels out of her bathroom's towel warmer down by the door. She had just hit her bed, sweeping her legs to the side and leaning on one arm, when she heard the door open... and close. Footsteps.

Geeze, she hoped it was Bucky and not some random burglar here to ruin her night.

The uncertainty set her on edge until the footsteps paused in the hall before turning her way. Bucky didn't stop in the doorway, just tossed the towels in the direction of the bathroom (it was the closet, but that was ok,) fished in one of the bags he was carrying, tossed a couple of boxes of condoms (!) on the bed and the bags at the bottom of the bed, and stood there, eyes raking over her.

"Thought I told you to be naked," he said thoughtfully.

"You're not," Ella pointed out logically. He grinned wolfishly and got rid of the shirt, peeling the damp fabric off his body, whipping his belt through the belt loops, and opened his fly. His cock stirred to life as he looked at her.

"It's pretty." He rubbed his cock once, twice, then dropped his jeans. "I like it." He toyed with the elastic of his boxers and Ella involuntarily licked her lips. "See something you like, Bella?"

"You're still wearing your boxers, Buck. Can't quite tell yet," she purred. That did it; the boxers went the way of the dodo, and her eyes widened.

"Holy shit. I thought you were a show-er, but you're apparently a grow-er. How is that possible?" Ella'd seen him naked during that contretemps over somebody puking in her Brooklyn bathroom and he'd been very generously proportioned then. Bucky Junior with Intent was pretty formidable. Her mouth watered and he smirked, letting her look before knee-walking over the mattress to her.

"I'm gifted," he quipped, making her laugh, but he didn't miss the way she shivered. His finger ran over the neck of the negligee, which was sliding off one shoulder. He dragged it down, his fingertip skimming the slope of her breast. Her skin raised in goosebumps where his fingers trailed. "Can I touch you, Bella?" he whispered, pausing his hand.

"Yes," she breathed, and he slid his fingers under the scant silk, stroking her smooth skin. His metal arm slid under her thigh and pulled her up until she was also kneeling, then drew her against him. His flesh hand tipped her head back and he kissed her, exploring and tempting.