I Wonder If Your Therapist Knows [COMPLETED]

Chapter 21

You felt a happy tear escape the corner of your eye as he kissed you, sliding down your temple and falling onto the sheets.

He loved you.

When you didn't kiss him back, he pulled away, looking at you, his eyebrows furrowed together.

"Is..what ...Why are you crying?" He asked, and you shook your head and inhaled before wrapping your arms around his neck.

"I love you too Bucky." You smiled. You didn't stop yourself. You didn't stop the words. They were the truth. And after the anxiety, after the limbo you had been in all week, you were not going to hold it in any longer.

He grinned at you, launching himself back at your lips, and rolling you both over so that he was on his back and you were on top of him.

"Say it again." He whispered against your lips, tucking some of your wet hair behind your ear as his blue eyes stared up at you.

"I love you." You muttered, your lips brushing over his. "I am in love with you, James Buchanan Barnes." You felt his lips stretch into a smile, then his hand guided you into another kiss.

Then his hands were quickly pulling your towel away, grabbing your bare waist anchoring your body to his as he kissed you. This kiss was different than usual. This kiss was deeper. His hands were moving with less urgency. He was holding you closer, like he was never going to let go.

He rolled you both over, resting one elbow next to your head as he kissed down your neck, his other hand sliding down your chest and over your breast. He playfully squeezed your nipple, making you inhale and arch into him. You gripped the long, damp hair at the back of his head, holding his lips on your neck as you rolled your head back.

His fingers quickly made their way down your body to your core, stroking your clit so gently that your body hummed in response. You let his lips run down your collarbone, and over your breast as he slipped a finger inside of you. The fingers in his hair gripped the strands tighter. His teeth caught your nipple. His fingers pushed back into you.

You moved your hands to his shoulders, and pushed against him, trying to urge him over. He eventually complied, slipping his fingers out and looking up at you as you threw your leg over his hips.

You grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt, pulling it over his stomach, and leaning down to press delicate kisses by his belly button. He kept his hands on your thighs, watching you in absolute patience as you kissed his skin. He barely responded when you trailed lower, your fingertips hooking over the band of his boxers. The only thing that gave him away was the twitch of his stomach muscles.

You pulled his boxers down, over his already half-hard cock, kissing around it as you shifted back. You ran your palm over his length, your mouth getting closer and closer to him. He jerked under your touch.

When your lips finally touched the side of his cock in an open mouthed kiss, your tongue sliding over the soft skin at the same time, you felt him hardening. your hand wrapped around the base of his cock as you ran your tongue up to the head, swirling around the top before sliding him into your mouth.

You heard him gasp slightly above you as you started gently sucking. The head of his cock grazed the roof of your mouth as you moved your mouth over him, up and down, the hand at the base of his cock squeezing him ever so slightly.

You heard a soft curse tumble from his lips as his hand came to rest on your head. You sped up your movements, just a little, starting to pump his cock with your hand as your mouth worked. You chanced a look up to see he was watching you, and it made you go faster. You wanted to make him feel good. To get him to the edge. To make him come undone with you.