The Captain's Husband

55. Halo (Bucky)

As my eyes roll back in my head, I swear I can see stars, the world falling to nothing, the realm turning to stardust. But, fortunately for the universe, and my husband, that isn't the case.

He's got me so tied up in his love that my body shakes all the way to the core with each thrust of his hips into me, the blazing magic of his cock buried deep inside me setting my body on fire.

I can't help it.

I hold on with everything I have, my breathing ragged, and I make an attempt at speaking words. To hell with a specific language. I just want to conjure up some real words at this point.

Oh, goddammit.

He pulls his lips away from mine and moves in on my neck, playfully grazing my skin before smothering me in kisses and then biting. The pain is ethereal, and I feel like I could die and go straight to heaven at any moment.

I lose all strength in my arms and fall back when he thrusts harder, faster.

The shaking in my legs up on his shoulders is uncontrollable, and my body feels like it's a live wire.

He's working me down to a shaking, tired mess, and I just know I'm going to sleep good tonight and feel this in the morning - I may not be able to walk straight for a week, let alone stand up.

I settle into the pillows, back arching, moaning with every fiber of my soul as he wraps his hand around my hard cock and begins to pump me, sending the last of my thoughts straight into orbit.

After what feels like years of blissful torture, he fills me up, shuddering and moaning as he comes inside of me. He's able to pull out, climb on top of me, and get my cock inside of him just half a second before I come. He struggles to breathe and his eyelids flutter as I fill him up, and he can't help but stay there and enjoy the moment.

I numbly reach for his hands, and he laces our fingers together as he tries to get his breathing back on track.

Once we're both breathing at a somewhat normal pace, he smiles and says, "It's been far too long since the last time we had a moment like this."

I smile back, enjoying the heat from his touch and his come inside of me, and I say, "Baby, I don't care how long it's been. You're still an absolute angel when it comes to how you make me feel."

"I don't think this is in an angel's job description," he smirks.

"I know you're going to be upset for a few minutes, but we should probably strip the bed and shower before we call it quits for the night," I tell him.

He sighs, "Yeah, but the reason why I get so upset is that there's nothing in the world like how incredibly spoiled you make me feel when I'm filled with your come."

I squeeze his fingers before unlacing our hands and resting my hands on his ass. I almost orgasm again when he reflexively tightens around my cock, the pressure drawing me in like a magnet.

"If you're good, maybe we can fool around after we get out of the shower," I suggest, knowing he's hellbent on getting as much out of me as he can before our bodies give out for the evening.

He smiles, "I love it when you say that."

I smile back, "I know, baby. Now, c'mon, let's get you to the shower."

He hums with pleasure as I gently spread his cheeks and he lifts himself from my cock. I let him go so he can climb out of bed, and then I follow suit. We strip the bed of its sheets and whatever else was caught in the crosshairs of our wild evening alone, toss everything in the combination washer/dryer in our massive walk-in closet, and then we wander off to the bathroom for a rather steamy shower.