MARCH 10, 2020 — WAKANDA — RÉA
Dinner is filled with heartfelt, congratulatory toasts from everyone, and is followed by dancing and revelry. By the time Bucky and I are able to slip away and retire to our room, it's a few minutes after one in the morning.
"It's both your birthday and not your birthday. It's one-oh-seven in the morning on March tenth here, and in New York it's six-oh-seven in the evening on March ninth. So, that means you get two songs," I say, before launching into "The Unbirthday Song" from Alice in Wonderland, immediately following it up with "Happy Birthday". When I finish the last note, I grin playfully. "Happy one hundred third, Bucky."
"Thank you, Réa," he returns my grin.
As he holds my gaze, I watch the playfulness fade from his expression, leaving only love and desire. He steps closer to me, lifting his right hand and brushing the backs of his fingers over my cheek before cupping my face.
"I love you," his voice is husky. "So, so much." He swallows thickly. "Now, I'd like to take my fiancée to bed and spend the night making love with her."
"I love you. And I'd like that, too," I reply before I pull him into a tender kiss.
The intensity quickly builds, and soon my hands are gripping the lapels of his suit jacket, pulling him closer as he unzips my dress, his fingers brushing my spine. I slide my hands beneath his jacket, shoving it off his shoulders; he tosses it aside. I begin unbuttoning his shirt, and it joins his jacket on the floor. He peels my dress off, the sleeveless shift sliding to the floor once my arms are free.
The rest of our garments soon join the pile on the floor; when we're both completely nude, Bucky lifts me into his arms and carries me to the bed, gently laying me atop the plush comforter, his body covering mine.
"Can you—can we—just.... I'm ready, and I just want you," I look up at him, my hand on his cheek. "Please."
He gives me a tender kiss, then holds my gaze as he slowly and gently presses into me. Once he's fully seated, he stills; he brushes his nose against mine, a soft smile forming on his face. I smile back at him, then press my lips to his, pouring everything I feel into the gesture.
He starts to move, pulling back and pushing forward, his pace gentle and languid. My hips tilt up to meet his with each thrust, but neither of us speeds up, content to just be together like this. We exchange soft kisses and amorous words, letting our hands trail gently over each other's bodies.
The love I feel for and from Bucky, combined with the tenderness of the moment, has tears pricking my eyes. I try to blink them back, but one rolls down my cheek; he immediately cups my face, his thumb brushing the drop away.
"Te iubesc, Réa. Ești iubirea strălucitoare a inimii mele," he murmurs. (I love you, Réa. You are the bright love of my heart.)
"Ești comoara inimii mele și bucuria sufletului meu...însemni totul pentru mine, Bucky." (You are the treasure of my heart and the joy of my soul...you mean everything to me, Bucky.)
He crushes his lips to mine, the kiss rapidly turning passionate and heady; as the intensity builds, he begins to move harder and faster inside me. His thick length brushes over that bliss-inducing spot inside me with every thrust, and I feel that familiar, delicious tightening in my belly.
Throughout everything, his gaze remains on mine; when the pressure inside me reaches the tipping point, and I fly over the edge and shatter into starlight, I watch the steel blue of his eyes darken to indigo as his pupils blow.
"So beautiful," he whispers. "Ești uluitoare." (You're breathtaking.)
He works me through the aftershocks, only increasing his pace once the last tremor has subsided. His hips snap into me, and I tilt mine to meet him, matching him thrust for thrust. The wonderful feeling begins building within me again; my walls flutter around his length as he pushes me closer and closer to release. Eventually, his rhythm falters, and I peak as he thrusts deep then stills.
He spills inside me and beneath the waves of pleasure coursing through me, I feel a spark, so faint I almost miss it. I gasp, my eyes filling, and wonder if he felt it, too; looking up at him, his expression mirrors mine, and I think he did. Not wanting to interrupt the moment by asking, I cup his face and pull his lips to mine. When the kiss ends, he leans his forehead against mine, our breaths mingling as we come down.
I revel in his weight on top of me, his body pressing mine into the mattress, and the wonderful tenderness of the moment. Being with him like this is always incredibly special and beautiful; this time just feels more so...the connection between us feels even deeper than it usually does.
We lie together for what feels like both forever and no time at all, my hands softly stroking his back and his resting against my neck, thumbs lightly brushing my jaw. Eventually, he rolls onto his side, moving me with him, his length still inside me though he's no longer hard. He wraps his arms around me and mine twine around him; I cuddle against him, nuzzling my face into his chest as we hold each other close.
In almost no time at all, the heat of desire returns to my veins, and I see the same longing in Bucky's eyes.
Keeping with his earlier request, the rest of the night passes with us physically expressing our love, our bodies fitting and moving together in tender, languorous harmony. When we're finally spent, we once again lie on our sides and hold each other close, and it doesn't take long for either of us to drift into slumber.
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