Bucky didn't think he'd ever get used to this. Touch starved for so many years, it took some getting used to. Waking up and falling asleep next to a warm body.
His hands caressed her curves. Her steady breathing calmed his racing heart. He was gentle, not wanting to wake her. Not just yet. No, he wanted slow.
I've been thinking 'bout it all day
And I hope you feel the same way, yeah
She was so soft. So perfect. A soft sigh fell from her perfectly pink lips as his hand rounded the curve of her ass. He couldn't help it when his cock twitched under the cotton sheets.
He always wanted her. Every second of everyday. And she was willing, letting him take what he needed from her. Because she craved him as much as he craved her.
"Buck," she whispered, her lashes fluttering and his heart hammered. The way she said his name...fuck, it drove him insane. It was thick, husky from sleep and it made him impossibly hard.
"Shhh, baby...," he sighed and continued working his hands over every inch of her heated skin. She moaned a bit, but relented, giving him what he desired. No, he wanted slow.
Slow, slow hands
Like sweat dripping down our dirty laundry
He ached for her, a fire ignited inside him. He couldn't wait to feel her, her warm core enveloping him. The way she'd tighten around him. The way she'd cry out, his name falling from those lips as she fell over the edge.
He wanted to drag it out. See how many pretty sounds he could get from her. She wrapped her legs around him, getting closer and she threaded her fingers through his brown locks and kissed his lips.
No, no chance
That I'm leaving here without you on me
The sexual charge in the air. The quiet moans. No, he wanted slow, but she won over. Her hand between their bodies. Breath picking up. His lips traced over her collarbone, nipping gently. Her back arched, needing more.
So desperately needing more.
She'd beg, he'd give in. But when she rolled her hips against him, dragging her wetness along his length, all resolve broke. He closed his eyes and groaned. "God damn, little girl," he panted, kissing her lips. "You're gonna be the death of me." She smiled.
"But what a way to go, baby boy."
I, I know
Yeah, I already know that there ain't no stoppin'
Her hands pumped him, making him moan loudly. No, now she was in charged. Her slow hands, she'd tease back. She'd have him on the edge, making him beg for her. For more. And he knew, she'd give it to him, whatever he needed. "I love you," he breathed against her lips.
"I love you, too James," she moaned as she guided him inside her, her warmth, her wetness. Giving him exactly what he needed, slow, steady.
Your plans and those
Slow hands
