he who hesitates is toast

He takes his time, savoring each inch of her skin, the changing contours of neck and shoulder and upper chest. Bucky places kisses along her upper arm, learning the shape of her, before making his way back in, unhurried and thorough.

All the while, as he laves her with sweet, lazy kisses, his left hand continues to caress her, moving from her breast and across her belly with slow, teasing strokes, going lower and lower still before stopping short of her center and drifting back up again.