'til the end of the line

She likes that very much, the way he responds to her promise, and she smiles as best she can while taking his cock deeper into his mouth. A thousand years of practice has made it so Sylvie knows what she’s doing, but more importantly, a thousand years has taught her that everyone likes different things, and she pays close attention to the things that make Bucky moan.

But then, she supposes he’s paid attention, too, and when he pushes those metal fingers into her cunt, she moans around him, momentarily thrown off her rhythm by the sensation. There’s something so good about the cool metal and the knowledge of what he can do with that powerful arm.

Though she doesn’t want to, she has to pull back from his cock, leaving her finger where it is, enclosed in the heat of his body, because she can’t focus at all with the onslaught, the way he’s licking her, fucking her with his fingers. Her toes curl against the bed on either side of his body and she sits back a little, gasping at the feeling before the heat inside her snaps and she’s coming with a cry.