The Sergeant, The Soldier, The Survivor

13: Sergeant Barnes (Lemon)

Warning! There's sexual content in this chapter, you've been warned!

Note: THAT PICTURE IS ALSO TOO ADORABLE

 The music was still playing romantically in the background but I was too occupied with Bucky's lips on mine to listen to it. My 40s style dress was slightly ruffled and I clung to his sergeants uniform as our kiss got deeper and deeper, the two of us both knowing which direction his 100th birthday celebration was going to take.

Each time felt passionate and loving but something about this time, after admitting our true feelings for each other, made it feel ten times better. He was clinging onto me as though his life depended on it. It was unsurprising after years and years of loneliness that he was a clingy person, and I loved it.

My arms were around his neck, our tongues connecting passionately, our love for each other being evident. We began to move towards the bed, him actually pushing me down on it. It was now that I could see just how hungry he was for more, his eyes hooked on me as though I was his prey. I watched him as he unbuttoned his uniform, biting my lip as he pulled it from his body. It fell to the floor in a heap but my eyes were elsewhere - taking in the glorious sight of his torso.

"Your turn," he whispered in his husky, turned-on tone. I stood up again, my body right against his and our faces so close I could feel his breath.

"Why don't you do it for me?" I whispered, pecking his lips teasingly. He had gotten used to undressing me with one hand and managed to pull at the zip holding my dress up. It slipped off of my body, the petticoat included, it now looking like a pile of random materials.

"That's better," he growled, pressing his lips against my neck. I couldn't help but whimper, the pleasure making me weak in the knees. Once again he pushed me down onto the bed, him coming with me and hovering over me, his bicep bulging. His lips were back on my neck, working their way down my body and pulling back my bra, lingering on my breasts for a moment. I squealed and arched my back as his fingertips went further south, pressing against my pussy through my underwear.

"B-Bucky- nngh!" I whined loudly. He wasn't paying attention to my voice however, too engrossed on my body as he pulled my underwear off and shoved his fingers inside of me roughly. I yelled out, unable to control the pleasure coursing through my veins. It only got better when he pulled away from my breasts, shuffled down a bit and adjusted me until his lips were on my womanhood. "Bucky!"

I felt incredibly lucky to have Bucky as he was definitely a giver. He wasn't selfish like most men, at least all the ones I had previously been with, and knew how to pleasure a girl which, after more than seventy years of not doing, he was still a master at it. His tongue dove deep which only made me get wetter which he lapped up - it was a viscous yet incredibly stimulating cycle.

It was his birthday however so I knew he deserved to be treated. I tugged on his long hair and he looked up at me, pulling his lips away. "It's you're birthday, not mine," I whispered, turning him over so he was sat where I was, me now leaning over him. He held himself up, his eyes glued to me as I pulled down his boxers completely, revealing his dick and I grasped onto it tightly, giving it a few pumps before wrapping my lips around it.

He breathed in deeply as I took more of him in my mouth until my nose was pressed right up against his pelvis. He stared lustfully as though trying to carve the image in his mind. I began to move my head up and down, my tongue licking the underside of his dick as I did so. The guttural moans he let out made me feel hot, as did his sexy stare so I took him as deeply as I could, gripping onto his hips and sometimes being able to take him in completely, leaving lipstick marks on his pelvis.