he who hesitates is toast

This time his groan is louder, and it's all he can do to keep his hips from bucking. Bucky props himself up on his elbow to watch, his eyes dark with need and longing, his breathing short and rapid already.

Wildfire burns through him at the sweet pressure of her lips, the silken feel of her tongue against him, and he can't stop the way his back arches or the ragged gasp that escapes him.