It certainly wasn't Bucky's first time.
But it wasn't so...open, in the 30's and 40's. People did it, but they didn't talk about it. At least not in polite conversation.
So when he asked, albeit shyly, blushing bright red, you simply couldn't say no.
Like you could ever say no to Bucky.
No, he'd flash those stormy blue eyes and could convince you to do anything. He'd ask you to jump, you'd ask how high. That was just the affect he had over you.
Here he was, buried between your thighs. Making the most obscene sounds you'd ever heard and it only made you wetter. He held your legs open, keeping you from squirming.
One orgasm. One powerful, earth shattering orgasm and he refused to relent. He simply kissed the inside of your thigh and went back to work on your sensitive clit.
The sounds, the fucking sounds he made were driving you insane. You could barely think straight. Your eyes were shut tight as he continued his assault. Refusing to pull away, simply shaking his head 'no' when you whined that it was too much.
And then you opened your eyes. Just for the briefest moment and it was the most erotic thing you'd ever seen. Your legs being held open by the strong super soldier. His eyes were dark blue, stormier than ever, and he was looking right at you as his tongue slithered it's way right into your soaking core.
You screamed out, clutching the sheets, begging for some kind of mercy. But Bucky wouldn't give it. He ate you out like a starving man. Like it was his fucking job to bring you to the absolute brink.
A second orgasm washed over you, almost unexpectedly, crashing like a freight train. Your whole body shook. Screaming his name, the only word that you could even say in that moment. No, you'd never known pleasure quite like this.
"One more," he breathed against you and you shook your head, practically pleading. But Bucky didn't care. He slipped a metal digit into your aching cunt, pumping in and out at an agonizingly slow pace. Just when you didn't think you could take anymore, he removed it, slipping down further to the tight ring of muscle.
You knew it was your breaking point.
And so did he.
You could feel him smirk against you as he pushed the finger in, slowly, carefully. Not to hurt you, but to bring you to the pinnacle of pleasure. And it broke you. Completely broke you.
Your entire body arched off the mattress, cumming harder, impossibly harder than you had in your entire life. His name, screamed so loud, you were sure it echoed off the walls.
He rubbed your thighs, softly. Sweetly. A stark contrast to the look on his face, pure cockiness, wet from your release and fuck, if that didn't make you needy for him again. He crawled up your body, kissing his way up until he met your lips.
"Fuck, Doll...," he breathed, nothing but lust in his voice, "you taste like sin."
