Of Love and Lines (MCUxReader)

Forty

Bucky wasted no time picking up where you'd left off, deepening the kiss. The hand that had been resting on your side gripped you tighter and you froze. He loosened his hold, slowing his mouth against yours. When you relaxed again, his fingers crept underneath your top. They stayed there, wisping over your stomach in a touch so light it almost tickled. You focused on that, on the feel of his body beneath yours, his mouth moving against your own, and ignored the nothing that wanted out. When it dissipated, you smiled into the kiss.

"Keep going." You whispered against his lips.

He trailed his touch higher until he brushed against the underside of your breast. You mewled into the kiss, a thrumming taking up between your legs, matching the beating of your heart.

You moved to straddle him, not breaking your lips from his as you placed your hands on his shoulders for balance. His other hand joined the first, snaking up your stomach to rest at your opposite breast. Releasing his mouth, you nodded, biting your lips. When his thumbs swiped over your nipples, your clit pulsed in tune, and you closed your eyes as you mewled.

Chewing your bottom lip, you met his gaze. The heat you found there spurred you on. Reaching down, you pulled his hands from under your shirt and brought them to the small buttons that ran the length of your top.

"You're sure?" He asked.

"Yes." You answered breathily.

He took his time undoing each button, the brush of his knuckles against your skin was tantalizing. When he reached the final button, he brushed his hands back up, pushing the top from your shoulders. The cool air that met your chest stopped the warmth in your core. The nothing spread back out. He rested his hands on your hips, patiently waiting.

Closing your eyes, you focused on that contact, reminding yourself that you were safe. You were with Bucky, and you wanted this.

Back in control, you opened your eyes and looked down at him.

"I'm going to touch you." His soft voice was gruff now, giving way to his arousal.

You nodded.

He repeated the same agonizingly slow movements of trailing his fingers up your stomach before flittering them over your nipples. You gasped.

He froze.

You shook your head. "Good gasp, keep going."

His thumbs brushed over your nipples gently at first. When you didn't freeze up, he added pressure. Throwing your head back, you exhaled a breathy moan. He took his time, massaging your breasts and tweaking your nipples. Soon you were grinding down on him.

"Fuck doll, you're gorgeous." His metal hand left your right breast, and you felt his fingers run along your outstretched neck. "I'm going to kiss you here." Those cool fingers trailed back down to your breast. "And here."

You bit your lip, nodding in agreement.

"Words, sweet girl."

"Yes." The word was breathy, barely audible as it left your parted lips.

But he'd heard it.

His lips landed gently on your neck, and he trailed his way down, following your pulse point and stopping to suck there gently before continuing down to your breast. When his lips met your nipple, your breaths left you in short pants. He lapped at you, adding a slight suction that had your core leaking into your panties. When he moved to your other breast, your channel clenched in response.

"More." You whispered.

He increased his suction, moving back and forth between your breasts, his tongue flicking at your nipples until you couldn't take it. Every touch, every lick, every suck, every nibble shot little lightning bolts down your abdomen, the pleasure pooling in your stomach. Your hips found a rhythm, grinding over his clothed erection, little gasps and moans cascading from your open mouth. The friction amped up your heat and you felt your center tightening.