find me

37. no more games

"I'm game, if you are."

He watched her deliver those words with the confidence of someone with no doubts. He slowly leaned down, bringing her face to meet his, their nose touching. He tentatively brushed his lips against hers, giving her time to back out, but she didn't. Instead she leaned closer, mirroring the movement of his lips. He breathed hard through his nose and tightened his grip on the sides of her face.

"No more games."

Natalie had barely started smirking at his words when his hands moved to the back of her head and pulled her into him, catching her parted lips in a desperate kiss. He grunted quietly in her mouth as she reciprocated the kiss with just as much fervour. His fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her head to better angle his lips against hers, drawing small noises from her with every glide and press of their mouths together. They moved in unison, finding their rhythm that intensified with every breath they stole from each other, growing frantic, loud and sloppy.

It shouldn't have felt so good to kiss someone. It was dangerous, how much he felt like wanting to lose himself in the feeling. Wanting more and wanting to give more. Ever so slowly her hand left his crotch and moved up to rest over his chest, right above his heart. His lips found a moment of stillness as he felt her heart literally beat in her hand.

"Nat."

She sighed into his mouth at the way he spoke her name so earnestly, his voice raw and unfiltered. She wanted to hear it again but Bucky was too quick; he caught her lower lip between his teeth and bit softly, a soft gasp floated from her mouth into his, making him want to do it again. So he did, biting down a touch more strongly and then soothing the skin with his tongue. Her hand instinctively shot up to grab at his hair, pulling him closer and taking that as her cue to bring things to the next level. With the next pass of his lips, she pushed her tongue out and turned the kiss filthy. He hadn't meant that to be the button for an escalation but if that's where she wanted to take it, he wasn't going to stop it. Their mouths tangled with each other with fury, racing to taste and push and devour every inch of the other's mouth, fighting for dominance but also submitting to this powerful force driving them both. With every sweep of his tongue she felt her head get dizzier, her body warmer. Their breaths quickened, the desperation seeping through their muffled moans and greedy swallows, until she couldn't take it anymore and started slowly pressing her body against his, leaving no space between them. One of his hands glided down her back, brushing down her spine all the way to the top of her ass. He slid his hand underneath the soft fabric of her underwear and grabbed at the supple flesh, making her back arch, pressing her front further into him. He moaned at the movement and fondled at the skin, pressing her against his hard cock, until he drew a deep moan from her mouth.

He was so hard she could feel him through the two layers separating them. It sparked a fire within her she wasn't sure she could control even if she tried.

Driven by pure instinct, she lowered her hands to his shoulder and started pushing him backwards, not stopping until his back hit the wall and his body was caged between hers and the hard tiles. Her hands then brushed down to his chest, with urgency, getting even more turned on by the sheer strength she could feel underneath her touch. His strong built never failed to impress her, he was so unbelievably ripped. The feeling of his bare scorching skin against and the hard lines of every muscle were short-circuiting her brain, to feel all that power laying just beneath her fingers was intoxicating, and even more so because she felt it was hers to touch.