NOVEMBER 29, 2019 — AVENGERS COMPOUND — RÉA
As soon as Bucky and I arrive in my suite, he drops the basket and the bundle of our clothes then scoops me up. He carries me into the en suite, setting me on the counter while he heads into the shower enclosure, turning on the waterfall. When he emerges, he makes his way back to me, crushing his lips to mine in a steamy kiss.
He makes quick work of our undergarments, leaving them in a pile on the floor as he carries me into the shower. He pins me against the wall and slides his vibranium hand between us. He slips a finger inside me, and I can't help the way my body reacts; back arching and hips canting into his touch as a moan escapes me.
"That's it, baby, let me hear how good it feels," he rasps as he adds another finger.
The sound that slips from me this time is near-pornographic.
He pumps his fingers, causing that familiar pressure to build in my belly; just like every time with him, it doesn't take long for me to be on the edge.
"Bucky," I pant as he presses against that spot on my front wall and circles my clit with his thumb. "I—"
"I know, Réa...be a good girl and cum for me," he growls.
My body arches and there's a gush between my legs as I do what he says and fall apart for him.
"Beautiful," I hear him whisper.
He holds me close as I come down, pressing kisses to my lips and forehead. Eventually, he sets me down and I stand with him under the cascade.
I trail my hand over his chest; when I reach his abdomen, he gently takes my hand in his.
"Shower, then I'm taking you to bed," he says, his tone husky.
I nod. "Okay."
Bucky washes his hair and his body in the time it takes me to wash my hair, then insists on washing my body. He takes his time, letting his hands linger on my breasts and between my legs. By the time he shuts off the water and we dry off, I'm so turned on that the brush of the towel against my skin nearly has me whimpering.
I watch Bucky as he towels off, my eyes roving over his muscular form.
'He's so beautiful,' I think.
"Réa," he says, pulling my from my ogling.
The expression on his face lets me know that this isn't the first time he's spoken...I was just too busy checking him out to hear him.
"Yeah?"
"If you're up for it, I'd like to repeat what happened after the ballet," he replies, his tone sensual.
'Yes, please!' I think as I recall riding him on the couch.
"Yes," I reply, nodding eagerly.
He licks his lips as a carnal look fills his eyes. He lifts me, his hands gripping my thighs, and carries me out of the en suite toward the bed.
"Wait...you said after the ballet...the couch is—"
"I didn't mean the couch, doll," he says. "Although we can get to that." He pauses. "I meant after that..."
He trails off as he sits on the edge of the bed; with the way he was carrying me, I'm now straddling his lap. His hands move from my thighs to my hips.
"...when I told you I was going to make you feel every single ounce of pleasure I could, and then was going to make you feel more."
He pauses, his gaze on mine, and the raw lust I see in his eyes makes my centre contract, sending a shiver through me.
"So," he continues as he settles onto his back, his hands still on my hips, "come take your seat."
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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...
