Possessed - Bucky Barnes x OC

Part 60

A/N: Part two, ya'll.

Uravel Me-Sabrina Claudio

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James kissed Maggie, telling her with his actions how much he truly loved her and always, always would.

He strode over to the couch by the fire, keeping her in his arms, not even wasting time to move up to the bedroom.

She left a trail of kisses over his shoulder and neck as he walked. Ripping the damp knit cardigan from herself, discarding it on the floor, then wrapping her arms back tightly around his sturdy frame.

He crawled onto the couch, lying her down gently onto the quilted leather. Leaving another drawn out kiss to her lips before he pulled back, sitting back beside her on the couch. He lifted the hem of her dress, pulling the wet cotton up off of her body. Tossing it to the floor.

She shivered at the air hitting her damp skin. "I'm c—cold." She stammered.

James smirked down at her. "Well, let's warm you up then."

She bit her lip, giggling up at him. He reached over, pulling the couple of fur throws off the back of the couch, tossing them onto the floor right in front of the fire. Scooping her up, making her squeal, and crouching down on top of the pile. Sitting down with her straddling his lap, in only her panties.

Maggie kissed him with passion, pressing every last bit of emotion she had onto him. Letting him wash it all away with his love. Both of them making up for lost time. Needing each other more than ever before. Kissing each other like it was a cure. Healing the broken hearts they both had.

James flipped her onto her back. He ground his hips between her legs, pressing his aching length against her. Needing every part of them connected.

Reaching down between them, she undid the last few buttons his shirt, yanking it off of his muscular torso. Revealing the dark ink she had missed so much. Her ice cold hands raked down his chest, over his muscles. She recalled every last ridge. Every last macabre, unholy design covering his skin. All of it looking like the most beautiful art she had ever seen. Reminding herself of what she had nearly forgotten.

Tongue working over Maggie's, he slipped down, pressing kisses over her soft neck. Down to her chest. Leaving gentle pecks over her skin, running his hands down her sides. Warming her up with his overheated touch.

Landing between her legs, he tucked his fingers into the sides of her lace panties, sliding the thin fabric over her supple thighs and tucking them into his back pocket. Taking a moment to drink her in, his eyes locked in on her pussy, before diving into her. Licking a long stripe over her folds.

James' lips puckered against her swollen nub as her back arched off of the floor. Both of them groaning in ecstasy. His eyes rolled back at the taste of her. Unable to recall the amount of times he had thought of her pussy, desperately getting himself off. Head slamming back to his pillow, eyes squeezed shut trying to remember the taste of her.

"Oh my god." She whined from above him, hands raking into his silky tresses. Jaw hung slack, letting out labored, shallow breaths.

His tongue lapped over her, finding his rhythm. The wet sounds of his lips sucking and releasing her folds. Slurping up every last drop that seeped from her. Tongue jutting into her pussy to feel her pulsing around him.

Expert tactics skyrocketing her towards her release. Her hips bucked forwards, eager to feel him hot pressed against her. Chasing the friction she needed to push her over the edge.

James gripped down on her thighs, hard enough to leave marks. Getting needy himself, to taste her cum. Grinding his clothed cock into the pile of blankets. Nerves crashing in his chest from the erotic mewls slipping from her lips.