find me

56. one step closer to hell

A dark glint sparked in Bucky's eyes. He had always prided himself of his self-control. He had spent years mastering the art of restraint, making sure his emotions didn't get in the way of achieving success on a mission. Making sure he could hide his true intentions or feelings so that people couldn't use them against him.

Admittedly, with Natalie, it had progressively gotten harder to exercise that restraint, or to hide anything at all.

And although, in this precise moment, he didn't think that she would naturally be opposed to him losing control, he also knew there was no way he could fully let go of it either, at least not so soon. 

Because surely she wanted the Bucky she had always seen, the mostly composed, tender and soft Bucky. Yes, she had also seen him in Soldier mode, colder and rougher, but she had never truly seen him reckless. When he was drunk he was bolder, and when he was drunk on her probably even more so, but that wasn't comparable really to his unleashed self. 

He should definitely wait for that. In the meantime, they could play around, see how close to full abandon he could get without losing himself in it. 

He pointed his chin towards the head of the bed, where all the pillows were.

"Pass me one of those." The request was spoken softly, but Natalie could hear the edge of dominance in it. She had grown quite used to it from Bucky, and enjoyed it perhaps even a little too much, but it never ceased to send shivers down her spine. She twisted and reached up with one arm, grabbed the closest pillow and handed it over to him.

Bucky held the soft cushion in his hands, then smirked down at her belly.

"Lift those hips up for me." His voice was smooth and low, like a siren's song, so alluring she felt compelled to obey. She lifted her hips, allowing him to slot the pillow right under them, resting at the top of her ass. Then he lowered himself over her, their mouths brushing in a barely there kiss. His lips traveled up to her brow, leaving a soft kiss over the arch, then lowered to her cheek, and pressed a kiss there too. 

He stayed there for a moment, his breaths hitting her flushed tanned skin.

"Good girl."

Natalie felt a new knot twisting and getting warmer in her lower belly, she whimpered at the feeling.

She could feel his smug smile stretch against her skin. Knowing that he could do that with words only must have felt pretty good for him; it definitely felt good for her. Although she knew it really wasn't fair, with just two words.

Bucky raised himself back up, kneeling between her legs and brushing his hands mindlessly up and down her bare legs, with slow and greedy caresses. Natalie felt the pleasure drip into her bones, decadent and addictive, spreading over her limbs, turning her anticipatory breaths into desperate pants.

Choosing to have mercy on her, he lowered his hands to the soft inside of her thighs and hooked them underneath her knees. Slowly he lifted them up and pushed them to his sides, opening her up more. Scooting closer, he widened his stance so that the front of his quads hit the back of her thighs and he could slot right between them. 

"Tired?" He murmured, glancing up at her.

Natalie shook her head gently. 

Bucky raised one brow when he realised she still hadn't fully grasped that he liked verbal answers from her. 

"Is that a no?" He insisted, grazing his hands over her hips greedily. 

Natalie's tongue swiped quickly over her lips and let out a rushed, breathy yes. Which, if he was being completely honest, had only made the lust brewing within him darker and more demanding, and only made him want to fuck her harder.