Possessed - Bucky Barnes x OC

Part 26

"Are you sure you're ready, doll?"

"Y— yes." Maggie stuttered. "Please, James." She begged.

He pressed a kiss to her puffy pink lips and crawled down her naked body, leaving a long trail of pecks over every inch of skin. Worshipping her. He had made a point of not touching her since the night she went out. He needed to make sure she was fully secure before he did. It felt impossible. It was like he wanted to use his body as an eraser, to wipe away the way she was violated, but he stayed patient. Two agonizing days together, using every bit of strength he had to hold back.

But now, as she laid flat to his bed, responding to his touch, he knew she was ready.

His mouth slowly dipped between her legs. She leaned up on her elbows to watch him. Tongue slipping over her, he tasted just how wet she had gotten for him. He had missed this. She moaned in response to the feeling of him lapping over her. He licked over her clit, applying just enough pressure.

Hand sliding up gently, he pushed a finger into her warmth. Curling it. Hooking deep inside of her where he knew she needed it. She let out a strained whine at the intrusion. Not having anything between her legs in weeks now, the sensation felt brand new.

"Is this okay, sweetheart?"

"Mm. Yes. Please, keep going."

His lips curled at the neediness of her voice and got back to work. His stubble scraped her thighs, a delicious contrast to his silky smooth tongue. Wrapping his hand around her thigh to hold her in place, he ground his mouth down onto her, supplying the friction she needed. She threw her head down onto the pillow and her back arched off the bed.

Gushing over his mouth, she came like the messy girl she was. He devoured every last drop. Sucking it all between his lips, not letting any of it go to waste. She writhed on his mouth, bucking her hips against him while she cried out his name over and over again.

James crawled over her body, pulling her legs open and wrapping them around his waist. He raked his fingers into her hair, lifting her head off the bed. He lined himself up with her entrance, pausing and looking deep into her eyes. "You don't need to be afraid anymore."

"I'm not." She whispered. "Not anymore." She slid her hand over the side of his face. He nuzzled into her tiny palm, letting her comfort him for once.

He leaned in and kissed her passionately, pushing himself deep into her, eliciting a sob of pure ecstasy from her. Pulling the air from her lungs. She ran her hands over his bare chest, reading his tattoos like Braille. Picking up on every last story they told. Stories of heartbreak and violence. Seeing him for what he truly was and not shying away.

His hips lifted off of her then sunk back down. Keeping his movements gentle. His thrusts were slow and deep. Each one had meaning. Each touch told her what she needed to hear. That he wasn't going anywhere. He was here to stay.

"You're so beautiful." His voice was breathy, speaking between his pants.

Thrashing strung nerves sprung through him at the feeling of her cinched tight around him. He landed pecks to her flushed cheeks. She could feel herself dripping down between her legs as he pumped into her.

Her pussy sucked him in deep, needing all of him. Every part of their bodies was connected the way she clung to him. Not a speck of skin was left untouched. Their foreheads rested together, both of them filling the space with hot breath.

Abruptly, he flipped over, keeping himself wedged in her. She straddled his lap and started wiggling on top of him. She was basted in sweat, leaving James to lick up every drop that slipped over her. Grinding her hips down onto him, she felt herself getting close again. The clenching of her walls brought him shortly following her suit.