Chapter 7
Bucky’s lips are hot against my own, his hair falling gently against my cheeks as he hovers over me, straddling my body with his legs as we fall against the mattress. His metallic fingers slide up my leg, grabbing gently behind my knee and hooking my leg around his waist.
My fingers twist into his hair, pulling him closer. He inhales sharply, slipping his tongue into my mouth as his hips grind against mine.
“Are you sure about this?” He murmurs, his voice low and breathy as he kisses me again.
I open my eyes, looking up into his soft blue ones.
“Yes.” I whisper back, my lips brushing against his as I speak.
His eyes scan over my face once before a small smirk pulls across his lips.
“Then let’s get you out of that dress.” He mutters, his hands already reaching behind me to sit me up slightly.
I laugh as he pulls at the zipper in the back, stopping abruptly at the sound of tearing fabric.
“Uh oh.” I mumble. “I’m gonna owe Nat a dress.”
Bucky freezes, his hands pulling away from my skin. I look up at him, resting my palms on his cheeks.
“Hey, it’s okay.” I whisper softly.
He shakes his head.
“No.” He says back. “I could hurt you. I warned you, I’m dangerous.”
I shake my head again, reaching one hand behind to pull at his metal arm. He hesitantly lets me bring his palm to my face, and I press a kiss to the center of his hand.
“I trust you.” I whisper, kissing it again. “You won’t hurt me.”
He studies me again before returning his hands to my back, smirking as he rips the rest of the fabric away.
“Guess we don’t need to be careful about the rest of this then, huh?” He says, throwing the shredded dress to the side.
I laugh as he leans me back onto the bed, his weight settling back onto me as his lips make their way down my neck and along my collarbone. My fingers slide under his shirt, running along his chiseled muscles before I pull the shirt over his head.
He pulls at the lacy bra, using his right hand this time as he undoes the clasps and throwing it to the side as well. That same hand slides up my side before cupping my breast, his fingers trailing along my nipple before his mouth takes it’s place.
My fingers twist back into his hair as a sigh spills from my lips. His hips grind against mine, and I notice a distinct firmness as he does. His fingers slide even further down my body, running against the red thong as his lips return to mine.
My hand reaches down, palming against the front of his jeans. He moans into my mouth, and his fingers press between my legs. I breathe in sharply as he starts a small circle along the fabric of the underwear, my hands reaching up to the button of his pants.
I pull them down, pulling his length from the boxers beneath. He looks down at my hand wrapped around him before looking back at me, his eyes wide as he exhales with a breathy sigh. His metallic fingers push through my hair softly as he looks down at me.
“You’re so beautiful.” He breathes, my hand slides up towards his body as he talks.
His fingers press into me again, sliding the fabric to the side and groaning as he slides his fingers back against me.
“You are.” I breathe back, my hand moving faster along his length.
I gently push away from him, and his eyes follow my every move as I stand beside the bed.
“Sit.” I say, pointing to the bed.
He does, his eyebrows raising as he looks up at me. I pull his pants the rest of the way off before lowering my face to him, slowly taking him into my mouth. As I reach the base of his length, I look up at him, and he curses under his breath as his eyes meet mine.
I laugh lowly, the sensation causing his head to tilt back as I slowly move up and down along him. His hand twists into my hair, guiding my head as his hips move gently. After a moment longer, he pulls me back, looking down at me with blazing blue eyes.
“Get up here.” He says lowly, his metal fingers hooking under the thin band of the thong and snapping it free from my body, tossing it over his shoulder.
I oblige, straddling his body as I rest my hands on his shoulders, looking in his eyes. His metal hand rests on my hip as his right hand lines himself up to me. Slowly, I lower myself down onto him, both of us moaning and breathing shakily as he finally bottoms out.
I raise back up, almost completely away from him before moving back down. We get into a rhythm, his hips meet mine as we breathe heavily together. His metal hand slides up the front of my body, settling around the base of my neck as he looks up at me. I nod, and the fingers tighten slightly.
The hand restricts the blood flow, not my breathing as he moves faster and faster into me. My fingers twist into his hair, my eyes staying locked on his as we get closer and closer. Finally, I fall apart, and Bucky releases my throat as my body clenches around him.
He releases a moment later, crushing me against him as he does. He leans back against the bed, keeping my body on top of his, his arms wrapped tightly around me as we both breathe heavily.
“Lizzie.” He breathes, his fingers running through my hair. “I never stopped loving you.”
I twist, turning to look at him.
“Every time I remembered who I was, I asked for you.” He breathes, looking down at me.
I cup his face with my hand, running my thumb along his cheekbone.
“I never stopped loving you either.” I whisper back. “Never stopped searching.”
His innocent, blue eyes glisten as he looks at me, and all I see is the boy from Brooklynn I lost so many years ago. He closes his eyes a moment later, resting his cheek on my head. I close my eyes too, resting my face against his chest, completely content for the first time in decades.