The Fall - Book 1

108. I'm a bit-a lot-surprised.

JUNE 22, 2019 — AVENGERS COMPOUND — BUCKY

There's a knock on the door of my suite; I'm surprised when I open it and see Wanda in the hall.

"Oh, hey, Wanda. I thought you, Réa, and Nat were out. What's up?" I step aside, opening the door wider and gesturing for her to come in.

"Hi Bucky. Yeah, we were; we just got back." She's quiet for a beat. "Soooo..." she eventually says, drawing out the word. "I hear you have a date with Réa tonight."

"Yeah, I do," I reply with a smile.

"Well, I hope it goes well. I know she's really looking forward to...it."

"Wanda, why are you talking like that?"

"Just listen to my words, Bucky.... Réa is reeeally excited about it."

"Wanda, I'm not following. I don't know wh—"

"Oh my gosh," she interrupts. "I was trying to be subtle but whatever." She pauses. "Réa wants to take the next step with you. And since you said you had a plan that needs advance notice—which I think is very sweet, even if it does kind of dull the romance, scheduling sex on the calendar—anyway, I figured I'd let you know that this is your advance notice."

As the fact that she said the word 'sex' fully registers, I sit down on the couch in shock.

"You mean...she...are you sure?" I ask.

"I am. I can show you, if you'd like." She taps a finger against her temple.

"No...no, that's okay. Of course you're sure. You wouldn't be here, having this conversation, if you weren't. It's just..."

I pause, and take a deep breath.

"I'm a bit—a lot—surprised."

"You shouldn't be surprised, Bucky," she says. "I know she wanted this with you before Rum—before. And I, um...I saw that she tried to sleep with you the day we left for that mission. I didn't peek on purpose," she hurriedly adds, "but you were doing that whole 'TV in a waiting room' thing on the quinjet. And I'm not judging you for waiting that day; I think—just like I did then—that it was really sweet and admirable."

She clears her throat. "She told me and Nat that yesterday—thinking she lost you forever—really put things into perspective."

She pauses for a long moment.

"Wow, I wasn't trying to be a downer. I just thought you should be reminded that Réa's wanted this—wanted you—for a long time. And like I said, this is your advance notice. Réa wants tonight to be the night, as long as you're on board."

With that said, she moves to the door.

"Oh, and let me know if you need any help with this plan of yours," she says. "I'm sure you've got it covered, but I figured I'd offer, just in case."

"Thank you. I appreciate that," I say.

Wanda opens the door and starts to leave.

"Hey Wanda?"

She turns back to me.

"I'm really glad Réa has you."

She smiles. "You're welcome. And I'm really glad I have her...and that she has you," she says before she leaves.

I sit quietly for several moments, thinking about what Wanda said, before taking my phone off the charger and calling Steve.

"Hey, it's me," I say when he answers. "Change to the plan...I need to make another stop, maybe two, before we go to the nursery. Can we leave now?"

"Of course," Steve says. "I'll meet you in the garage."

"Thanks. See you in a few," I say, and hang up, then grab my wallet and head to the garage.

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"Thanks, Steve," I say as I unload the items from the nursery from the truck bed.

"No problem, Buck," he replies. "Are you sure you don't need any help?"

"Yeah, I'm sure."

"Okay. Then I'll go park, and take the rest of the stuff to your room."

"Sounds good. And thanks again. I appreciate your help."

"Again, it's no problem." Steve glances at his watch. "You better get a move on if you're going to be on time for your date."

I nod, and get to work on the surprise for Réa.

'I can't believe I found this...I know she's going to love it. I just hope she doesn't mind where I'm putting it,' I think.

It doesn't take me long to finish up, and I gather everything up and take it to the storage room before heading to my suite to shower.

When I arrive at my suite, I see that Steve left the shopping bags on my couch. I carry them into my bedroom and unpack everything. I get it all set up, and take a couple of moments to admire my handiwork before gathering the trash and making sure everything is tidy.

Once that's done, I sit on the foot of the bed and take out my phone. I open the Internet browser, then open a private window...the last thing I want is for this search to be saved in my history.

I type 'how to please a woman' into the search bar. I know how; the women I was with in the thirties and forties were always satisfied, as were the women during my first few months in Bucharest. I'd always prided myself on knowing I made the women I was with feel good, but because this means more to me than any of those times—because Réa means more to me—I want to make absolutely sure it's perfect for her. I want to make sure there's no room in her head for fear, or anxiety, or doubt; I want her to be mindless with desire, unable to feel anything but pleasure...and my love for her.

After opening several of the links, and reading the articles—finding nothing that I don't already know—I'm a bit frustrated, especially because every article just repeats the same information, just with different wording. Scrolling further down the list of search results, I eventually see one called "Squirting 101: How to Make Her Squirt".

'Okay, that's new,' I think, and click the link.

As I read, my mind conjures up mental images of this happening with Réa, and by the time I finish the article, I'm a different type of frustrated...and fully hard. Glancing at the clock, I see that it's a few minutes after six o'clock.

'Okay, time to take a very cold shower, and get ready,' I think.

I close the browser then head into the bathroom, stripping and tossing my clothes into the hamper. I turn on the shower and immediately step under the spray. Even with the frigid water, I'm still hard, my mind refusing to let go of the images it created.

'Fuck, I can't be around Réa like this...I'm so worked up that I'll lose it as soon as she touches me. Hell, I'll probably lose it as soon as I see her,' I think.

Knowing there's only one way to handle the situation, I let the images flash through my mind. I fist my right hand around my cock, stroking the thick length repeatedly from the base to the tip; after several minutes, my hips are thrusting into my hand.

Knowing I don't have a lot of time and need to be quick, I conjure up a scenario that I think about often: Réa, in my bed, with my head buried between her thighs. As the images of that fill my mind, my cock twitches, precum beading at the tip. I imagine her falling apart on my tongue, screaming my name in ecstasy as she does, and my release slams into me. I throw my head back and shudder as I cum, ropes of hot seed spilling from me.

'Holy hell,' I think.

Breathing heavily, I stand under the spray for a few minutes, vibranium hand braced against the wall as I collect myself. Once I've calmed down, I wash my hair and scrub my body; when I'm finished with my shower, I step from the enclosure and dry off, wrapping the towel around my waist. I head back into the bedroom to get dressed.

Before I go to meet Réa, I give my bedroom a final once-over. Satisfied, I leave the room, closing the door behind me before I head out of my suite to the kitchen.