A little bit of life

I feel something on my neck, my eyes still closed tight. A little tickle, something soft pressing against my skin every so often.

I open my eyes.

"Good morning," Bucky says.

He's on top of me, gently pressing kisses into the curve of my neck.

"Good morning," I reply as I stretch out beneath him.

I feel his warm hand sneak under my shirt, slowly pushing it upward and exposing my stomach to the cool morning air. He makes his way down from my neck, his tongue gliding over my skin, mixing kisses with gentle nibbles on my pale belly. The soft scrape of his stubble against my skin sends tiny shocks through my body.

I glance around and recognize where we are, my apartment in Romania.

"How did we get here?" I ask, confused, memories of him asleep in the cradle erupting in my mind.

"What do you mean? We never left."

His teeth catch the string of my pajama bottoms, tugging at the knot. Slowly, methodically, he undoes it.

I stop caring how any of this is possible, or whether it's real.

All I know is that I can feel him, his chiseled body over mine, the heat of him between my legs as I instinctively lift them to wrap around his waist.

He grips my thighs, firm but never rough. I look up at his face just as he shakes his head. "No," he murmurs with a dark smile.

In one swift motion, he pulls my pajama bottoms and underwear down and off, tossing them into oblivion.

Holding my legs open, I'm completely exposed. My cheeks flush, red-hot with embarrassment, and I shield my face with my hands.

I can feel myself getting wet.

God. Can he see that?

"It's such a pretty color," he teases, voice low and smug. I don't even want to know which part of me he means.

"Hey," he says, "move your hands. I want to see your face, beautiful."

I slowly uncover my eyes and find him right in front of me.

"There you are," he growls, voice raspy and full of want.

His lips trail to my ear, nipping at it before his tongue moves slowly down my jawline. When he finally kisses me, it's deep and hungry, his mouth crashing into mine like he's trying to consume me.

His lips are impossibly soft, that taste of his so familiar now. Every so often, he pulls away only to trap my bottom lip between his teeth before diving back in.

Breathing through my nose, I feel dizzy, drunk on him. As if suffocating from this wasn't something I would mind.

His hands lift my legs into the air and rest them over each of his shoulders, bending me in ways I didn't think I could bend. His fingers slide along the back of my thighs, igniting shivers, the cool contrast of his metal hand glides over my overheated skin.

He cups my ass, massaging it like he's kneading dough.

Breaking away from my lips, he begins his descent—kissing, licking, nibbling his way down my torso. His hair trails along my skin, dragging softly like silk, forming a slow-burning path toward his destination.

My nipples harden as his tongue flicks them through the thin fabric of my shirt. I moan, unable to help it, fingers curling into the sheets.

His head dips between my legs.

"Bucky, wait—"

But it's too late.

He buries his face in me, his tongue circling my clit with maddening precision before sucking it gently, catching it between his teeth for a teasing tug.

"Aaahhh!" I cry out.

The mix of slight pain and pleasure sends shockwaves through me. His tongue explores me, slipping between my folds, without warning his tongue enters. Exploring my pussy like he was looking for answers. His nose presses against my clit, and his stubble, oh god, his stubble drives me wild, scraping softly against my most sensitive skin.

Every so often he pauses, only to return to my clit, licking like he's desperate to make me lose control.

I cum—once. Then again. Then again. He doesn't stop. He drinks me down like water, careful not to spill a drop.

"Bucky… please…" I moan, grabbing his hair and tugging lightly, trying to pull him back.

He doesn't move.

I feel something else slip inside me—his finger.

Using his thumb, he spreads me open wider.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

His finger reaches deeper, hitting a spot that makes my entire body jerk.

"Bucky… ah… I'm… coming—!"

Another orgasm rips through me, my legs trembling even though I'm already lying down. I'm completely spent—and he's still not done.

He comes back up for air only to return to assaulting my clit, tongue dancing over it like he missed it.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" My back arches as he slides two fingers inside me, knowing exactly where to go.

"Wait—Bucky—I just—ahhh!"

I squirt, soaking his face and hand in a hot flood of release.

My body trembles. My vision blurs. My mind blank.

Is this what it means to be fucked stupid?

He flips my legs back into the air, his arm wraps around my waist now, pushing my head into the mattress, im upside down.

He drills into me with his fingers, relentless. I feel the heavy weight of his dick resting on my back, twitching, his pants fighting a losing battle.

I can't even form words anymore.

"Ahhh—ahhh—ahhh!"

My whole body is a ragdoll, trembling with overstimulation, overwhelmed by the soldier between my legs.

I cum again. And again.

I hear him whisper, "Damn it," his voice muffled against my dripping folds.

Barely able to speak, I rasp, "What?"

"Nothing," he replies. Laying me down back on the bed. Finally rest!

Taking both my hands, he pulls my malleable body up to a sitting position, he shifts to sit behind, leaning me back to rest on that cement wall of a chest buried under that damn red shirt.

His rock-hard erection digs into my back.

Poor mans about to burst.

His legs slide under mine, and before I realize what's happening, he raises his knees—opening my legs wide again.

Oh fuck.

Three fingers thrust into me without warning, drilling my sweet spot.

"Aaaahhh." A scream of pleasure escapes my lips.

For the first time, I feel his metal arm on my clit. The cold steel teases it mercilessly while his other hand destroys me from within.

"AAAHH! AH! AH! Bucky!"

I cum the instant that metal touches me. My body convulses.

His lips find my neck, sucking, biting, marking me. I twist my head to face him.

"Ah, Buckyyy!" I cry out, wild and breathless.

He kisses me again, lips crashing into mine. The taste on his tongue is mine, bitter and sweet, electric.

I feel something coil in my belly. Oh god. It's happening again.

I grab his wrist, trying to slow him down.

My moans are swallowed by his mouth as that electric jolt shoots down my spine. My hips buck forward. I cum again.

But this time… nothing comes out.

It feels different.

Empty.

He finally releases my lips. My head falls back into the crook of his shoulder, chest heaving, lungs grasping for air.

I look down at his soaked hand sliding out of me, slick and dripping with everything I had left to give.

He chuckles softly.

"I guess you're empty. Damn."

His voice is a mix of pride and disappointment as he examines the mess he made.

Between ragged breaths, I ask, "What… the hell… was that?"

He smirks, still playing with my cum on his fingers. "I wanted to see how many times I could make you squirt."

A laugh escapes me—half defeated, half disbelief. I lean back into him.

Eyes closed, I begin drifting off into the soft fog of sleep.

He kisses my cheek.

"Goodnight."

"Elizabeth." Who is that?

That voice doesn't belong to Bucky.

"Elizabeth."

I open my eyes to see Shuri staring at me, her hand softly tapping my shoulder. I lift my head and realize I've fallen asleep in the lab, resting against the cradle where Bucky still sleeps peacefully.

"You okay?" she asks.

"Huh? Oh… yeah. How long was I out?"

"I don't know. Last I saw you was yesterday."

"Oh… guess I slept here."

My gaze falls back to Bucky's face, still calm, unaware of the storm he just put me through in my dream.

"You little shit." A smile curls across my lips.

"Huh?" Shuri looks confused.

"Nothing. Just remembered something."

"Well, maybe tell me about it sometime?"

My cheeks go red. "Probably not a good idea. Goodnight, Shuri." I say heading for the exit

"It's morning, Elizabeth!" she calls after me.

"Not for me. I'm going home." I reply, wobbling out of the lab on numb legs.