Sylvie pulls off of his cock and rocks back against his face, leaving Bucky to slide his fingers out of her and rub at her clit instead, licking into as she goes tense. When she comes, she shakes apart with it and Bucky reaches up to put his other hand on her hip, rubbing soothingly as he laps at her pulsing cunt.

Her thighs are trembling a little and Bucky feels not smug, but proud of himself. He’s glad that he can make her come so hard, and he hums his contentment as he drags his tongue over her stiff clit, sucking gently before he lets his head fall back to the bed. His face and hands are wet from her cunt and he licks his lips before turning to wipe his mouth against the inside of her thigh just to let her feel what a mess she’s made of him.

His own cock is still rock hard and and the finger she has hooked inside of his body is a maddening sort of pressure, but he can be patient. Or maybe—

“Can I come inside of you again?” He pants out, and maybe he’d flush if he was less desperately aroused.