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The first rays of dawn crept through the half-drawn curtains, filtering into the dimly lit bedroom like a soft whisper of light that barely disturbed the shadows clinging to the corners. The air hung heavy with the quiet intimacy of the early morning, carrying the faint scent of last night's passion - musk and sweat mingled with the clean, crisp notes of fresh linens.
You stirred slowly beneath the weight of the duvet, your eyelids fluttering open as the remnants of sleep clung to your mind like a fading dream. Your body felt languid, heavy with the deep rest that only came after exhaustive nights, every muscle relaxed yet acutely aware of the world around you.
Enveloped in a cocoon of warmth, you lay there for a moment, savoring the sensation before fully registering its source.
Bucky's arms encircled you from behind, a protective barrier of strength and tenderness that made your heart swell even in this hazy state. His flesh arm draped across your waist, fingers splayed possessively over the soft curve of your hip, the warmth of his skin seeping through the thin fabric of your sleep shirt. The metal arm, cool yet reassuring in its unyielding precision, rested higher, just beneath your breasts, the vibranium surface a stark contrast to the heated flesh pressing against your back.
His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm against your spine, each breath a gentle puff of air that tickled the fine hairs at the nape of your neck, sending subtle shivers down your arms.
He was still deeply asleep, his body lax in a way that was rare for the super soldier - vulnerable, unguarded, the lines of tension that usually etched his face smoothed away in repose. You could feel the faint stubble on his jaw brushing against your shoulder as he shifted ever so slightly in his slumber, an unconscious nuzzle that drew a soft smile to your lips.
The room was silent save for the distant hum of the city awakening outside and the rhythmic cadence of his breathing, a sound that grounded you, made the world feel smaller, safer, just the two of you in this shared sanctuary.
That warmth from his body seeped into yours gradually, starting as a comforting embrace that chased away the faint chill of the morning air seeping through the window cracks. It wrapped around you like a living blanket, radiating from his broad frame and enveloping every inch of your form where you pressed against him.
Your back molded to the hard planes of his torso, the defined ridges of his abdomen and the subtle flex of muscles, even in sleep, making you acutely aware of his physicality.
But as consciousness sharpened, that warmth began to shift, evolving from mere comfort into something more insistent, more primal. It spread lower, a slow, insidious heat that bloomed in your belly and trickled downward, pooling between your thighs like molten liquid igniting your nerves.
Your skin tingled where it met his, the thin barrier of his boxers and your panties doing little to dull the growing awareness. You became hyper-focused on the subtle press of his hips against the curve of your ass, the way his body instinctively sought closeness even in dreams.
There, nestled against you, you felt the first stirrings of his arousal - a thickening firmness that nudged insistently through the fabric, warm and unyielding as it rubbed against the cleft of your cheeks with each shallow breath he took.
It wasn't aggressive yet, just a natural response of his body to your proximity, but it sent a jolt straight to your core, awakening a hunger that had simmered through the night.
Your pulse quickened, a flush creeping up your neck as the heat intensified, your own body responding in kind.
The warmth spread like wildfire now, licking at your inner thighs, making your folds ache with a sudden, needy throb. You bit your lip, suppressing a soft exhale, not wanting to wake him just yet - not when this moment felt so deliciously stolen, so intimately yours to savor.
The air in the room seemed thicker, charged with unspoken promise, and you shifted experimentally, pressing back against him just a fraction, feeling that hardness twitch in response, growing firmer, longer, as if even in sleep, Bucky's body recognized your invitation.
The sensation was intoxicating - the velvety heat of him through the cotton, the way it pulsed faintly against your skin, hinting at the power coiled within.
Your mind raced with memories of the previous night, flashes of his hands gripping your hips, his mouth claiming yours, but this was different: tentative, exploratory, born of pure instinct.
The warmth continued its descent, settling deep in your pussy, where a slickness began to gather, your arousal seeping through your panties in a slow, teasing drip. Every nerve ending hummed, alive and demanding, urging you to bridge the gap between sleep and awakening with something raw, something unfiltered.
You lay there, heart pounding in your ears, the golden light now fully illuminating the room in soft gradients of amber and peach.
Bucky's scent enveloped you - earthy, masculine, with a hint of the soap from his shower the night before - mixing with your own growing musk of desire. His arms tightened imperceptibly in his sleep, pulling you closer, and that hardening cock pressed more firmly now, sliding along the seam of your ass with a friction that made your breath hitch.
The heat was undeniable, a living entity that demanded attention, spreading through your veins like liquid fire, making your nipples pebble against the fabric of your shirt, your clit swell with anticipation.
In that suspended moment, the world outside ceased to exist. There was only this: the cocoon of his embrace, the escalating warmth that promised ecstasy, and the undeniable pull toward indulgence.
Your body arched subtly, seeking more contact, more of that delicious pressure, as the first tendrils of true arousal coiled tight in your core, ready to unravel into something explosive.
The temptation proved too strong to resist, your body thrumming with an insistent need that demanded immediate attention.
With deliberate slowness, you arched your back just a fraction more, pressing the soft globes of your ass firmly against the hardening length of Bucky's cock. The fabric of his boxers stretched taut over his growing erection, and you rolled your hips in a subtle, grinding motion, seeking that elusive friction to ease the ache building between your legs.
Each gentle rub sent sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine, the heat of him nestling deeper into the cleft of your cheeks, his shaft thickening further in response to the unconscious stimulation.
But instead of quenching the fire, the contact only fanned the flames higher, your pussy clenching emptily as slick arousal coated your inner thighs, the wetness seeping through your panties in a warm, insistent trickle.
Your breath came in shallow, controlled puffs against the palm of your hand, which you clamped firmly over your mouth to stifle any sound that might betray your secret indulgence.
The room remained hushed, the only disruptions the faint rustle of sheets as you shifted and the distant chirp of birds greeting the morning outside.
Bucky's body responded instinctively to your movements, his hips twitching forward in his sleep, pushing his cock more insistently against you, the tip now nudging at the base of your spine with a rhythmic pulse that mirrored your own racing heartbeat.
The sensation was maddening - his warmth enveloping you, the rigid heat of his arousal grinding back with lazy, dream-fueled thrusts that made your clit throb with neglected hunger.
Unable to hold back any longer, your free hand trailed downward, fingers trembling slightly as they slipped beneath the elastic waistband of your panties. The air felt cool against your heated skin for a brief moment before your fingertips encountered the slick, swollen folds of your pussy.
You were drenched, your arousal coating your fingers immediately as you parted your labia with a feather-light touch, exposing the sensitive nub of your clit to the morning air. It pulsed under your attention, engorged and begging for relief, and you began to caress it with agonizing slowness - circling the hood in tiny, deliberate strokes that built pressure without granting release.
Each pass of your fingers sent waves of electric pleasure radiating outward, your thighs quivering as you fought to keep your movements minimal, not wanting to jolt Bucky awake too soon.
The dual sensations overwhelmed you: the steady grind of his cock against your ass, now fully hard and straining, leaking a damp spot through his boxers that smeared against your skin; and the intimate self-touch that had your hips bucking subtly, chasing more of that delicious friction.
Your muffled whimpers vibrated against your hand, the taste of your own skin salty on your tongue as you bit down lightly to maintain silence. Sweat beaded on your forehead, the room's temperature rising with your internal heat, the scent of your arousal mingling with Bucky's to create a heady, intoxicating atmosphere.
Deeper you delved, your fingers dipping lower to gather more of your wetness before returning to your clit, rubbing in firmer circles now, the slick sounds barely audible over the pounding of your heart.
Bucky's metal arm shifted slightly in his sleep, the cool plates pressing into the underside of your breast, sending a contrasting chill that only heightened the blaze in your core. His flesh hand flexed against your hip, fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt as if sensing the disturbance, but his breathing remained even, deep and undisturbed.
The friction from his cock grew more pronounced with every subtle roll of your ass, the head of it catching on the edge of your panties, threatening to slip beneath the fabric and press directly against your bare skin.
Your body tensed, teetering on the edge of climax, every nerve alight with the building tension. The slow caresses on your clit accelerated just a touch, your palm muffling a desperate gasp as pleasure coiled tighter in your belly, ready to snap.
Yet you held back, savoring the torturous build, the way Bucky's unconscious body fed into your fantasy, his arousal a silent partner in your solitary act.
The morning light brightened, casting golden hues over the tangled sheets, illuminating the flush on your cheeks and the way your free hand gripped the pillow for leverage, knuckles white with restraint.
The crescendo of pleasure had built to an unbearable peak, your fingers slick and trembling as they circled your clit one final time, but you forced yourself to pull away before the wave could crash over you.
With a shaky breath muffled against your palm, you withdrew your hand from the damp confines of your panties, the cool air kissing the wetness on your fingertips and sending a shiver through your overheated body.
Strings of your arousal clung briefly to your skin before breaking, leaving a glistening trail that you absentmindedly wiped on the sheet beside you.
Your heart hammered in your chest, a wild drumbeat echoing the unresolved tension thrumming in your core, but the sight of Bucky's peaceful form compelled you to shift your focus, to turn toward him and drink in the man who ignited such fire within you.
Carefully, you rolled onto your side, the mattress dipping slightly under your movement as you faced him fully for the first time that morning. His arms loosened just enough to allow the pivot, the metal one sliding coolly along your waist before settling against the curve of your hip.
Bucky's face lay inches from yours now, softened in sleep, the sharp lines of his jaw relaxed into something almost boyish, vulnerable. His dark lashes fanned against his cheeks, long and thick, casting faint shadows in the strengthening dawn light that filtered through the curtains. A faint scar traced the edge of his brow, a remnant of battles long past, but in this moment, it only added to his rugged allure, making him look every bit the warrior at rest.
You couldn't help but stare, your gaze tracing the full curve of his lips, slightly parted as if whispering secrets to his dreams, the stubble shadowing his chin and upper lip like a promise of rough kisses to come.
His hair, tousled from the night's sleep, fell in disheveled waves across his forehead, one stubborn strand curling rebelliously over his eye.
With infinite tenderness, you reached out, your fingers - still carrying the faint scent of your own desire - brushing lightly against his temple. The touch was feather-soft, reverent, as you tucked that errant lock behind his ear, exposing the shell of it and the pulse beating steadily beneath the skin.
His breath hitched for the briefest second, warm and even against your wrist, but his eyes remained closed, his body lax and unyielding to wakefulness.
He was magnificent like this, unguarded and serene, the super soldier stripped bare to the man you loved with a ferocity that bordered on ache.
A swell of emotion rose in your chest, warm and expansive, pressing against your ribs until it felt as though your heart might burst from the sheer volume of it.
Love - for his quiet strength, for the way his hands, both flesh and vibranium, held you like you were the most precious thing in his fractured world; for the scars he bore, visible and hidden, that you kissed away in the dark; for the rare smiles he saved just for you, lighting up those stormy blue eyes.
It overflowed, this affection, spilling into every fiber of your being, making your throat tighten and your eyes prickle with unshed tears of joy.
You leaned in closer, your nose brushing the warmth of his cheek, inhaling the familiar scent of him - clean soap from last night's shower mingled with the earthy musk of sleep and the faint, lingering trace of your shared passion from hours before. He was yours, in this stolen moment, and the depth of that possession filled you with a profound, aching tenderness.
But the fire in your veins demanded more than admiration; it craved action, connection.
With deliberate care, you began to extricate yourself from his embrace, your body moving in slow, fluid motions to avoid disturbing his slumber.
First, you lifted his metal arm gently, the plates whirring almost imperceptibly as you guided it to rest on the pillow where your head had been, the cool surface leaving a ghost of chill on your skin. His flesh arm followed, your fingers prying his grip from your hip with whispered apologies in your mind, though he didn't stir.
Inch by inch, you slid downward, the sheets whispering against your legs as you descended the length of his body. The warmth of him enveloped you even as you moved away - his chest rising and falling beneath your trailing hand, the ridges of his abdomen flexing subtly under your palm, the V of his hips leading your eyes lower.
You paused at his waist, your breath catching as you took in the sight of his arousal, still tenting the thin fabric of his boxers with insistent rigidity.
The outline was unmistakable, the thick shaft straining upward, the head outlined in a darker patch where pre-cum had seeped through, darkening the cotton. His balls hung heavy below, shifting slightly with each breath, and the coarse hair at the base peeked from the waistband, dark and inviting. The scent of him grew stronger here, musky and male, mingling with your own arousal to create a potent cocktail that made your mouth water and your pussy clench anew.
Kneeling between his spread thighs now, you leaned forward, your hair falling like a curtain around your face as you pressed your lips to the fabric-covered bulge.
The kiss was soft at first, a gentle press of your mouth against the heat of his cock, feeling the pulse of it jump under the barrier. Your lips parted slightly, tasting the salt of his pre-cum through the damp spot, the flavor sharp and addictive on your tongue.
You lingered there, nuzzling closer, your nose brushing the underside where the vein throbbed visibly, your breath fanning hotly over the material. Bucky's hips shifted in his sleep, a low, unconscious rumble vibrating in his chest, but his eyes stayed shut, his face turning slightly into the pillow as if chasing a dream.
Emboldened by his continued slumber, you traced the length with your lips, kissing along the rigid outline from base to tip, your hands resting lightly on his thighs to steady yourself. The muscle there was firm, corded with power even in repose, and you savored the contrast - the softness of your mouth against his unyielding hardness, the way his body responded instinctively, the tip weeping more fluid that soaked through to meet your next kiss.
Your own desire reignited with fresh intensity, your clit pulsing in rhythm with his cock's subtle twitches, your panties now thoroughly soaked and clinging uncomfortably to your folds.
But you held back, content for now to worship him in silence, to build this intimate ritual until the moment he stirred.
The room filled with the soft sounds of your adoration - the wet smack of your lips, the rustle of fabric, the quickening of his breath that hinted at the edges of wakefulness. Outside, the birdsong grew louder, the light brighter, but here, in this cocoon of sheets and shared warmth, time stretched endlessly, wrapped around the two of you.
The temptation proved too strong to resist any longer, your lips hovering over the damp fabric of Bucky's boxers as your pulse thrummed in your ears, a siren call urging you onward.
With painstaking care, you hooked your fingers under the elastic waistband, the cotton warm and slightly stretched from his arousal. You tugged it downward inch by inch, peeling the material away from his skin with the delicacy of unwrapping a fragile gift.
The head of his cock sprang free first, flushed a deep pink and glistening with a fresh bead of pre-cum that caught the morning light like a pearl.
You held your breath, watching for any sign of stirring - his chest rose and fell in steady rhythm, his face still slack with sleep - but he remained lost in dreams, oblivious to your ministrations.
Slowly, you eased the boxers lower, exposing the full length of his shaft. It stood proud and rigid against his abdomen, the thick vein running along the underside pulsing faintly with his heartbeat. The skin was velvety smooth over the unyielding hardness, a contrast that made your mouth water anew. Coarse dark hair framed the base, leading down to his heavy balls nestled in the sac below, tightening slightly as the cooler air kissed them.
You maneuvered the fabric past his hips, bunching it around his thighs without letting it snag or pull, your movements fluid and silent like a shadow in the dawn. The scent of him intensified, raw and intoxicating - musk laced with salt, filling your senses until your head swam with need.
Finally, with the obstacle cleared, his erection bobbed free, settling at a slight angle toward his stomach, the tip weeping another drop that trailed down the crown.
Kneeling there between his legs, your thighs pressed together to ease the ache building in your core, you leaned in closer. Your breath ghosted over his exposed skin, warm and teasing, causing the shaft to twitch in response.
Emboldened by his continued slumber, you extended your tongue, flat and broad, and dragged it along the underside from base to tip in one long, deliberate stroke.
The taste exploded on your palate - salty pre-cum mingled with the clean, masculine essence of his skin, slightly bitter at the edges but utterly addictive. You savored the texture, the way the vein ridged against your tongue, the subtle give of the flesh yielding to your pressure.
His cock jerked at the contact, a low groan rumbling deep in his throat, but his eyes stayed closed, his body arching instinctively into the sensation without full awareness.
You traced him again, this time swirling your tongue around the base where it met his body, lapping at the sensitive skin there before gliding upward in lazy circles. Each pass grew bolder, your saliva coating him in a shiny sheen that made the length glisten.
Reaching the head, you paused, your lips brushing the flared ridge as you lapped gently at the slit, collecting the fresh pre-cum that oozed out. The flavor was sharper here, more concentrated, and you hummed softly against him, the vibration sending a ripple through his length.
His hips shifted minutely, thighs tensing under your hands, but sleep held him fast, his breaths deepening into something more ragged.
Unable to hold back, you parted your lips and took the head into your mouth, sucking with the tentative eagerness of a kitten nursing. Your tongue flicked over the underside, pressing into the sensitive skin as you hollowed your cheeks, drawing him in with gentle suction. The crown filled your mouth, hot and smooth, pulsing against your palate as you nursed at it - soft pulls alternating with light laps, your teeth grazing ever so lightly to add a spark of edge.
Saliva pooled around him, dribbling down the shaft in thin rivulets that you chased with your tongue on the next upward stroke.
Bucky's metal hand flexed on the pillow, fingers curling into the fabric, and a soft, unconscious moan escaped his lips, his brow furrowing in that hazy space between dream and reality. You watched him through half-lidded eyes, thrilled by the power of your touch to elicit such responses without rousing him fully.
The act of pleasuring him reignited the fire in your own body, your pussy clenching emptily as slickness gathered between your thighs.
Your free hand, which had been gripping his thigh for balance, slipped downward, diving beneath the waistband of your panties without hesitation. The fabric was sodden, clinging to your swollen folds, and you pushed it aside roughly, your fingers finding the wet heat of your entrance immediately.
No teasing this time - you plunged two fingers inside your pussy in one smooth thrust, the stretch burning sweetly as your walls gripped them tight. The sensation was immediate and overwhelming: the slick glide, the way your inner muscles fluttered around the intrusion, the obscene squelch that echoed faintly in the quiet room.
You pumped your fingers slowly at first, matching the rhythm of your mouth on his cock - suck, thrust, lap, curl. Each drive sent jolts of pleasure radiating outward, your clit throbbing untouched but swollen with need, brushing against your palm on every inward push.
Your pussy wept around your digits, arousal coating your hand up to the knuckles, dripping down to wet the sheets below. The dual sensations built a feedback loop: the taste of him on your tongue sharpening the ache inside you, the fullness of your fingers mimicking the cock you craved, pushing you toward that precipice once more.
Your breaths came in shallow pants through your nose, muffled around Bucky's length as you took him deeper, your lips stretching to accommodate more of him.
His responses grew more pronounced now - the twitch of his cock against the roof of your mouth, the subtle rock of his hips seeking more friction, the quickening pace of his chest. A bead of sweat formed at his temple, his stubble-darkened jaw clenching as if fighting the pull of wakefulness.
You curled your fingers inside yourself, seeking that spongy spot that made stars burst behind your eyelids, rubbing it relentlessly while your thumb circled your clit in frantic swirls. The pressure coiled tighter, your body trembling on the edge, every nerve alight with the intimacy of this secret worship.
The room seemed to narrow to just the two of you: the wet sounds of your mouth and fingers, the shared heat of your bodies, the unspoken promise of what would come when his eyes finally fluttered open to claim you fully.
The coil of pleasure wound tighter within you, your fingers buried deep in the slick heat of your pussy, curling against that sensitive ridge that sent sparks racing up your spine. Your mouth worked Bucky's cock with increasing fervor, the head bumping the back of your throat as you sucked harder, saliva mixing with his pre-cum to create a messy glide.
You teetered on the brink, your clit pulsing under the press of your thumb, every muscle in your body drawing taut like a bowstring ready to snap. Orgasm hovered just out of reach, a tantalizing promise that would shatter you in waves if you let it - but then a wicked thought pierced the haze of your arousal.
Why settle for the solitary rush when you could shatter around him, feel his thick length stretching you from the inside as you came undone? The idea ignited a fresh surge of need, hotter and more insistent, making your walls clench greedily around your invading fingers.
With a reluctant whimper muffled against his skin, you withdrew your mouth from his erection, the wet pop echoing softly in the sun-dappled room. His cock glistened with your spit, standing rigid and flushed, the tip swollen and leaking steadily now, a testament to how close your attentions had brought him even in sleep.
Strands of saliva connected your lips to the crown for a lingering moment before breaking, and you licked them away, savoring the lingering taste of him - salty, earthy, uniquely Bucky.
Your hand emerged from your panties next, fingers slick and shining with your own arousal, the cool air kissing the wetness and making you shiver. You brought them to your lips briefly, sucking them clean with a quiet moan, the mingled flavors of your essences blending on your tongue in a heady cocktail that only fueled your impatience.
No time for undressing, no desire to break the spell of this hazy morning intimacy. Your t-shirt hung loose over your breasts, the thin cotton rasping against your hardened nipples with every breath, sending fresh tingles southward. Your panties, soaked through and clinging to your thighs, would stay on - just shifted aside like an afterthought.
Heart pounding, you rose on unsteady knees, the mattress dipping under your weight as you positioned yourself above him.
Bucky lay there still, his chest rising and falling in deeper, uneven rhythms, his metal arm draped loosely across the sheets, fingers twitching faintly as if chasing echoes of pleasure in his dreams. His face remained serene, lips parted slightly, the faint stubble shadowing his jaw catching the light.
But his body betrayed him: hips shifting restlessly, cock bobbing with need, balls drawn tight against his body.
You swung one leg over his hips, straddling him with careful precision, your knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his thighs.
The heat radiating from his skin seeped through the thin barrier of fabric between you, making your core throb in anticipation. Leaning forward, you braced one hand on his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart beneath your palm - faster now, syncing with your own frantic pulse.
With your free hand, you reached down, gathering the drenched crotch of your panties and shoving it roughly to the side. The elastic bit into your skin, the exposure immediate and electric: cool air on your dripping folds contrasting with the inferno building inside you. Your pussy lips parted slickly, arousal trickling down to coat his waiting shaft as you aligned yourself above him.
The first contact was exquisite torture - the blunt head of his cock nudging your entrance, parting the swollen folds with ease thanks to how thoroughly you'd prepared yourself.
You sank down slowly, inch by torturous inch, impaling your body on his length. The stretch was immediate and profound, his girth filling you completely, the veined underside dragging along your inner walls in a way that made your vision blur.
A gasp tore from your throat as you bottomed out, your ass settling against his hips, his cock buried to the hilt inside your clenching heat. The sensation overwhelmed you: the way he pulsed within you, hot and unyielding, pressing against every sensitive nerve; the fullness that bordered on too much, yet exactly what you craved; the obscene squelch of your combined wetness as you adjusted to him.
Your clit ground against his pubic bone, the friction sending jolts straight to your core, and you rocked your hips experimentally, a shallow grind that had stars bursting behind your closed eyelids.
You shut your eyes then, surrendering to the precipice, your body trembling as the orgasm you'd denied yourself crested higher. Every breath came ragged, your breasts heaving under the t-shirt, nipples scraping the fabric like live wires. The world narrowed to the point of connection: his cock throbbing deep inside, your walls fluttering around him, the building pressure in your belly coiling like a spring about to unleash.
You could feel it coming, the inevitable crash that would milk him dry, waves of ecstasy radiating from where you were joined. Just a few more seconds, a little more grind, and you'd tip over…
But curiosity - or perhaps the need to see his reaction - drew you back. Your eyelids fluttered open, heavy with lust, and your gaze locked immediately onto his face.
Bucky's eyes stared back at you, wide and stormy blue, no longer veiled by sleep. The shock mingled with raw hunger in his expression, his pupils blown dark with desire, lips curving into a slow, predatory smile as realization dawned. His hands moved then, one flesh palm gripping your hip with bruising force, the other - metal, cool and unyielding - sliding up your thigh to hold you in place.
He hadn't stirred fully until that moment, but now he was awake, utterly, his cock twitching inside you as if to emphasize the point. The air between you crackled with unspoken promises, the morning light casting shadows that danced across his features, turning the tender intimacy into something fiercer, more demanding.
Bucky's eyes darkened further as they held yours, that predatory glint sharpening into something almost feral, his breath coming in short, heated bursts that ghosted across your skin.
Without warning, he flexed his hips upward in the barest hint of a thrust - a subtle roll that drove his cock just a fraction deeper into your welcoming heat. The movement was deliberate, controlled, but it was enough to send a ripple of sensation through your core, his thick shaft nudging against that bundle of nerves inside you that made your vision swim.
Your pussy responded instinctively, the walls fluttering and contracting around him in tight, involuntary spasms, gripping his length like a velvet vice as the first tremors of your denied orgasm threatened to resurface. Slick arousal coated where you were joined, easing the friction even as your body clung to him, every inch of him buried deep and pulsing with his own restrained need.
A low, rumbling chuckle escaped his lips, vibrating through his chest and into your palm where it still rested against him.
“Couldn't wait for me to wake up, doll?” His voice was rough, gravelly from sleep and laced with amusement, but undercut by a husky edge of desire that made your stomach twist. The endearment rolled off his tongue like a caress, intimate and teasing, his Brooklyn accent thickening the words into something that wrapped around you as surely as his arms had earlier.
You nodded slowly, the motion tentative, your cheeks flushing with a sudden wave of shyness that felt at odds with the bold hunger that had driven you moments before. When he'd been lost in slumber, you'd been all audacity - fingers delving into your own wetness, mouth devouring his cock with unrestrained greed - but now, under the weight of his gaze, you felt exposed, vulnerable in the best way, your boldness melting into a soft acquiescence.
Your lips parted on a quiet exhale, but no words came; instead, you dipped your head slightly, lashes lowering as you bit your lower lip, the contrast between your earlier daring and this newfound timidity only heightening the electric tension humming between you.
His free hand - the flesh one - tightened on your thigh, fingers digging into the soft flesh just enough to anchor you, while the metal one remained firm on your hip, cool plates shifting minutely against your skin.
He watched you for a beat, that smile tugging wider, before his voice dropped lower, coaxing. “Tell me, what did you do when I was asleep? Did you touch yourself?”
The question hung in the air, explicit and probing, his eyes searching yours with an intensity that made your pulse thunder in your ears.
Another nod from you, quicker this time, your breath hitching as the admission sent a fresh gush of warmth between your legs, your pussy clenching around his cock in response.
The fullness of him inside you amplified everything - the way your inner muscles rippled, the slick slide of him against your sensitive walls, the way your clit throbbed against the base of his shaft with every subtle shift.
Bucky's expression shifted, hunger etching deeper lines into his features, his jaw clenching as if he could feel every quiver of your body echoing through his own.
Satisfied with your silent confession, he eased his grip just enough to grant you movement, his hands guiding rather than restraining.
You began to rock your hips in a languid rhythm, a slow back-and-forth that dragged his cock along your channel with exquisite deliberation. The motion was unhurried, each withdrawal pulling him nearly free before you sank down again, the head of his erection catching on your entrance before plunging back in with a wet, audible schlick.
Your panties, still shoved aside, chafed lightly against your inner thigh, the fabric damp and twisted, adding a layer of raw, improvised intimacy to the act.
Pleasure built in languorous waves, your breasts bouncing gently under the t-shirt with each rise and fall, nipples pebbling harder against the cotton as friction sparked through you.
“Which hand?” Bucky murmured, his voice a low growl now, laced with that insatiable hunger that made his pupils dilate even more.
He leaned up slightly, propping himself on one elbow, his gaze flicking down to where your bodies connected before snapping back to your face, devouring the sight of you astride him.
Hesitant at first, then with a shy lift of your arm, you raised your right hand - the one that had delved into your panties, fingers still faintly sticky with the remnants of your arousal despite your earlier tasting. The air felt cool against the drying slickness on your skin, a subtle reminder of your secret indulgence.
Bucky's eyes locked onto it immediately, his breath quickening as he released your hip without a second thought. His flesh hand shot out, wrapping around your wrist in a firm but gentle hold, his callused palm rough against your softer skin. He drew your hand toward his face slowly, deliberately, as if savoring the anticipation, his metal fingers flexing on your thigh in rhythm with the motion.
When your fingers hovered near his lips, he paused, inhaling deeply, his nose brushing the tips as he sniffed. The scent of you - musky, sweet, utterly intoxicating - filled his senses, and a visible shudder ran through him, his cock twitching hard inside your pussy, making you gasp at the sudden jolt.
His eyes fluttered half-closed for a moment, lost in it, before his tongue darted out, flat and warm, lapping at the lingering traces of your wetness. He licked with thorough intent, starting at the base of your fingers and working upward, sucking each digit into his mouth one by one.
The heat of his tongue swirled around them, cleaning away every drop with a hungry suction that mirrored how you'd worshipped him earlier. Saliva glistened on your skin anew, mixing with the faint remnants of your essence, and he hummed in approval, the vibration traveling up your arm and straight to your core, where your walls squeezed him tighter in response.
The act was possessive, reverent, his gaze never leaving yours as he savored you like a man starved, the raw intimacy of it pushing you closer to that edge you'd danced along since waking.
Your slow rocks faltered for a second, hips grinding down harder as pleasure coiled anew, the morning light spilling across his features and highlighting the fierce devotion in his eyes.
“Wanted to... Wanted to come around you,” you admitted, your voice a husky whisper laced with need, the admission hanging in the air like a plea. The words tumbled from your lips in a breathless rush, fragmented and honest, as if the confession had been building alongside the pressure in your core.
Bucky's eyes darkened further at your words, his pupils dilating with a hunger that mirrored your own, his chest rising and falling in sync with the quickening pace of your body. He didn't interrupt, didn't demand more; instead, he absorbed it, letting the vulnerability fuel the intensity between you.
“Feels so good,” you moaned next, the sound spilling out unbidden as your hips accelerated, the movements turning frantic and uneven, chasing that shattering release with single-minded desperation.
Your thighs burned from the effort, muscles flexing and releasing in rapid succession, but the ache only heightened the sensations rippling through you. Each downward plunge took him deeper, your pussy swallowing his cock whole before you lifted almost off him, only to slam back down with a wet slap that echoed in the room.
The friction built relentlessly, his thick shaft gliding through your soaked folds, the head bumping insistently against that sweet spot inside you that made stars burst behind your eyelids.
Bucky's hands on your hips guided you now, not controlling but encouraging, his fingers splaying wide to feel the tremble in your flesh. The metal one hummed softly with the subtle vibrations of its mechanisms, a cool counterpoint to the feverish heat of your skin, while his flesh hand kneaded the soft give of your ass, pulling you down harder onto him.
He thrust up to meet you, his hips snapping with controlled power, driving his cock into your clenching heat with precision that sent shockwaves through your body. Your clit dragged against his pubic bone on every grind, the pressure coiling tighter, your inner walls spasming around him in warning flutters that had you gasping.
Sweat beaded on your forehead, trickling down to mix with the flush staining your chest, your t-shirt clinging damply to your curves.
Your breasts bounced with the rhythm, nipples pebbled and aching for touch, but you couldn't spare a hand to soothe them - both palms pressed flat against his chest for leverage, fingers curling into the sparse hair there, nails scraping lightly over his skin.
Bucky groaned low in his throat, the sound rumbling up from his chest and vibrating through you where your bodies connected, his cock twitching inside your pussy as your erratic pace milked him relentlessly. He could feel your impending climax in every detail: the way your breaths came in sharp, staccato bursts, the quiver in your legs as they clamped around his waist, the flood of arousal that eased his every thrust, making obscene, squelching noises fill the space.
“Yeah, that's my girl,” Bucky rasped, his voice roughened by restraint, blue eyes locked on yours with an intensity that pinned you in place.
“Take what you need - cum all over my cock, just like you wanted. I can feel you squeezin' me, doll, so fuckin' close.” His words washed over you like a caress, pushing you higher, your moans escalating into cries as the tension snapped.
Your hips stuttered, grinding down one final time as the orgasm crashed through you, your pussy convulsing in powerful waves around his length, pulling him deeper with each pulse. Cum gushed from you, soaking his balls and the sheets beneath, your body arching back as ecstasy ripped through every nerve, leaving you shaking and spent in his unyielding hold.
Bucky's grip on your hips tightened with a sudden, possessive urgency, his body shifting beneath you in a fluid motion that caught you off guard.
Before you could fully process the aftershocks rippling through your limbs, he rolled you onto your back with effortless strength, the mattress dipping under the combined weight as he settled between your spread thighs. The cool sheets pressed against your heated skin, a stark contrast to the fire still smoldering in your core, your pussy slick and sensitive from the orgasm that had just torn through you.
He loomed over you now, his broad frame caging yours, muscles flexing in the dim morning light that filtered through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the defined lines of his chest and abdomen.
His cock, still buried deep inside you, throbbed with unreleased tension, and without a word, he began to piston his hips forward in short, brutal thrusts.
Each drive was forceful, his length slamming into your oversensitive walls with a rhythm that bordered on frantic, the head of his shaft grinding against your cervix in a way that made your breath hitch and your fingers claw at his shoulders.
He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his stubble scraping roughly against your tender skin, hot breaths puffing erratically against your pulse point as he chased his own peak. The scent of your shared arousal hung heavy in the air, mingling with the faint musk of sweat and the lingering trace of sleep-warmed linens.
You felt every inch of him stretching you anew, your inner muscles fluttering weakly around his girth, still spasming from your climax as they milked him instinctively. His pace quickened, hips snapping with a wet, rhythmic slap that echoed off the walls, his balls drawing tight against your ass with each plunge.
A low, guttural groan vibrated from his chest into yours, muffled against your neck, as his body tensed like a coiled spring. It didn't take long - your confession, the way you'd ridden him to your release, had pushed him to the edge.
With a final, deep thrust that pinned you to the bed, he came undone, his cock pulsing hotly as ropes of cum flooded your pussy, spilling deep inside you in thick spurts that overflowed and trickled down to soak the sheets beneath. His breath came in ragged bursts, warm and uneven against your skin, his weight pressing you down as tremors shook his frame.
For several long minutes, neither of you moved, locked in that intimate tangle of limbs and labored breaths.
Bucky's body draped over yours like a protective blanket, his forehead resting against your collarbone, the steady thrum of his heartbeat syncing with yours in the quiet aftermath.
Your hands roamed lazily up his back, tracing the ridges of his spine and the faint scars that mapped his history, feeling the subtle rise and fall of his ribs as his breathing gradually evened out.
The room filled with the soft sounds of recovery - the distant chirp of birds outside, the faint hum of the city awakening beyond the window - but here, time stretched languidly, your bodies cooling in the shared glow of satisfaction.
Your pussy clenched sporadically around his softening cock, still nestled inside you, a reminder of the connection that lingered even as the intensity faded.
Eventually, as your breaths normalized into a calm, synchronized rhythm, you tilted your head to press a soft kiss to his temple.
“Good morning, Bucky,” you murmured, your voice husky from the cries you'd let loose earlier, laced with a warmth that bloomed in your chest.
He lifted his head slowly, propping himself on one elbow to gaze down at you, his blue eyes soft and sated, crinkles forming at the corners as a lazy smile curved his lips. The morning light caught the flecks of silver in his stubble, making him look almost ethereal in his post-orgasmic haze.
Without a word at first, he leaned in, capturing your mouth in a tender kiss that spoke volumes - slow and lingering, his tongue brushing yours gently, tasting the remnants of your shared passion. When he pulled back just enough to speak, his voice was a gravelly whisper, full of affection.
“Good morning, love.”
Your fingers continued their lazy exploration along the taut muscles of Bucky's back, tracing the subtle dips and rises of his spine with a feather-light touch that sent faint shivers through his frame.
The warmth of his skin lingered under your palms, slick with a thin sheen of sweat from their earlier exertions, and you savored the way his body relaxed into your caress, the tension from his release melting away like morning mist.
He shifted slightly above you, his weight still a comforting press against your body, but now it felt less urgent, more like an anchor in the soft afterglow. His metal arm, cool and unyielding, contrasted with the heated flesh of his other hand as it cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing tenderly over your jawline, following the curve of your lips with a gentleness that made your heart stutter.
Bucky's gaze locked onto yours, those piercing blue eyes softened by a depth of emotion that wrapped around you like a second embrace - pure, unfiltered love shining through the haze of satisfaction.
The faint lines around his eyes crinkled as he studied your face, committing every flush and curve to memory, his expression a silent vow of devotion that needed no words.
The room seemed to shrink around you both, the outside world fading into irrelevance as this intimate bubble held you captive.
“Not complaining, doll,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through his chest into yours, laced with a husky amusement that hinted at the fire still banked within him, “but what did I do to deserve such a nice awakening?”
A smile tugged at your lips, warm and playful, as you tilted your head into his touch, feeling the rough pad of his thumb graze your lower lip.
The memory of his unconscious movements replayed in your mind, igniting a fresh spark of heat low in your belly.
“You were grinding on my ass,” you replied, your tone light and teasing, the words carrying the weight of your shared secret.
His smile widened, a mischievous glint sparking in his eyes as he leaned in closer, his breath mingling with yours in the scant space between your faces. The stubble on his jaw shadowed his grin, making him look boyish yet dangerously alluring.
“Oh, got you all horny even asleep, did I?” he teased, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper that sent a delightful shiver down your spine, his fingers now threading gently through your hair, tugging just enough to elicit a soft sigh from you.
You nodded, the motion simple but affirming, your eyes never leaving his as a flush crept back into your cheeks - not from embarrassment, but from the raw honesty of the moment. His teasing held no mockery, only a shared delight in the spontaneity of your desire.
Without another word, Bucky closed the distance, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that started slow and deepened with effortless intimacy. His mouth moved against yours with a reverence that belied the passion they'd unleashed moments before, his tongue tracing the seam of your lips before slipping inside to tangle with yours in a dance of warmth and taste.
The flavor of him - salty from exertion, sweet from the tenderness - filled your senses, and you melted into it, your hands sliding up to cradle the nape of his neck, pulling him closer.
Time stretched once more, the kiss lingering until you both parted with reluctant breaths, foreheads resting together in the quiet sanctuary of your bed.
Definitely, it was a very good wake-up - one that promised endless mornings like this, wrapped in his arms, lost in the rhythm of your bodies and hearts beating as one.