Possessed - Bucky Barnes x OC

Part 68

James held Maggie tucked to his bare chest as he lied flat to the velvet cabriole. His slate blue eyes ran over the small text of the book he held in his palm. Absorbing the French literature and translating back out from his lips. Filling the echoing loggia with the words of Heptaméron.

The air was sticky hot. Only relief being the barely there breeze rolling across the lake in through the ivy wrapped arches surrounding them. Birds were serenading them as they stayed snuggled together. A bit overheated, but it was worth it to be so close together. Skin on skin. Bodies intertwined so tightly on the lounge, neither of them were sure where one ended and the other began.

The vacation induced languor was thickly doused on the pair. Both of their minds completely relaxed in a way neither of them had felt in a long time.

They had found their lazy slow rhythm over the last few days. Waking up whenever they damn well pleased, usually fucking each other awake, then resorting to bathing in caffeine to wash away their post orgasmic hazes.

Finding their way out to the garden to read or to the pier to swim. They would lunch with Luisa and spend the rest of the afternoon lounging around, usually having more sex.

It felt like they were living a dream. Just the two of them spending every second together. Doing absolutely nothing and everything at the same time.

James finished one of the short stories in the novel and snapped the book shut in his hand, flipping Maggie around to face him. He kissed the tip of her freckled nose, enjoying the way her eyes sparkled as she gazed up at him.

"I wanna stay here forever with you, doll."

"Very funny. What about your company?"

He grunted, dropping his head back to the edge of the arm rest. "I'd give it all away to stay with you here on this couch. Never moving. Just frozen in time."

"I think this heavy literature has gone to your head Mr. Barnes." She laughed, patting a hand on the thick novel resting beside them. Kissing the valley of flesh between his muscular pecks, tasting the salty sheen on his tattoos. "How long do we have until everyone gets here?"

He shrugged. "No idea. I don't even know what time it is."

Maggie glanced down at his wrist, finding it without a watch for once. A slight tan line was visible from the spaces between his inked skin. "God what have you become?"

"A man that is completely bewitched by his wife and is making the most of his time off for once." He smiled, blinking at her with blissful eyes, running a hand through the roots of her hair.

"Well, I feel like it's getting late, so we should probably make sure everything is ready for their arrival." She said, pushing up off of him to stand up before his strength tugged her back down.

"No, stay." He frowned. Looking much like a bratty kid that was holding on to their favorite toy for dear life.

"But—"

His lips on hers cut her worries short, instantly melting into him. A single kiss and she was floating back into that goddamn all-consuming comfort he provided her.

Longing for more, her hands coasted up his tanned chest, combing her delicate fingers into his long hair. Pushing deeper onto him. She sucked on his bottom lip, leaving a light bite behind then dipping her tongue into his mouth.

He mirrored her desire with his own. Oversized hands finding each of her thighs and sliding them up around his waist so she was straddling his body. Guiding her hips to swivel over him.

The feeling of him hardening in his flimsy lounge pants only motivating her that much more to grind harder onto him. Coaxing a desperate groan from his lips. Glossy with their mixed saliva and a slightly deeper shade of pink from her suckling.