JUNE 23, 2019 — AVENGERS COMPOUND — RÉA
I wake up on fire, desire simmering in my belly.
Sometime during the night, I rolled over, because instead of being snuggled into Bucky's chest, he's now curled around me, my back to his front. His vibranium arm is draped across my ribcage, brushing the underside of my breasts with each breath, and I feel him against me.
I stretch, which causes my hips to move against him. I feel him start to harden, and the desire coursing through my veins grows. I press myself back against him and undulate my hips; he grows even harder against me, and his vibranium hand moves to grip my hip.
"God, what you do to me," he says, his voice raspy with sleep.
He bends his head to my neck, placing kisses in the curve where it meets my shoulder, before nipping softly.
My breath catches and my pulse spikes; I roll my hips again. Suddenly, he wraps his arms around me and rolls so that we're both on our left sides, my back still pressed to his chest.
He lifts his head from my neck. "Réa, I need to be sure that you want thi—"
"Yes. I do."
A growl rumbles in his chest, and his lips return to my neck.
"I bet you're already wet for me, aren't you, doll?" he asks against my skin.
I nod, and he glides his right hand down my body before slipping it between my legs.
His fingers part my folds before one slips just barely inside me. I arch into his touch, pleasure spiraling in my belly. He removes his finger, dragging it and my wetness to my clit. My head falls back against his shoulder, and I let out a soft moan as his finger circles the nerve-filled bud.
"God, I love the sounds you make," he says in that same gravelly tone, his mouth against my ear, his finger moving between my legs. "I love hearing them while feeling you cum under my hands, and against my tongue, and around my cock."
His words cause my core to clench, and another moan escapes me. His finger moves faster, and the fire in my belly increases as the now-familiar pressure begins to build. My hips move of their own accord, rocking into his touch as my body reacts instinctively.
"Bucky...please...I want you inside me," I half-pant, half-moan.
"Cum for me first, doll. I want you to let go, baby," he says before he simultaneously sucks on the sensitive spot on my neck and increases the pressure of his finger.
Just like last night, I'm unable to hold back; the combination of his words and his touch overwhelms my senses. I cry out as I peak, core fluttering and muscles tensing deliciously before relaxing. He's still pressed against me; even though I just climaxed, when his lips brush my ear, the fire in my blood reignites.
"Would you like to do it this way?" he asks.
I nod. "Yes," I pant out.
He turns my head and places a kiss to the corner of my mouth before I feel him lining himself up with my entrance. He pushes in slowly—too slowly—stopping when he's barely inside me, then pulling back out. He repeats this, over and over, until I'm a writhing, wanton mess.
"Stop teasing me," I whine. "Please. I want...I want to feel you. All of you."
His lips brush over my shoulder.
"Patience, doll," he says; after several moments, he continues.
"You know, I've thought about being with you, like this, since you wore that green dress in Wakanda."
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The Fall - Book 1
Fanfiction***Book 1 is complete; Book 2 picks up right where Book 1 ends!*** Réa, a half-human, half-Seraph, has spent her entire life locked in a tower, haunted by visions of a man in pain. Unbeknownst to her, this tortured soul is Bucky Barnes, the former W...
