Sylvie climbs onto Bucky, into his lap, positioning herself over his cock without preamble. Her body is still trembling from her own orgasm and she feels like she’s craving him, having him inside of her. Without waiting, hands braced on Bucky’s chest, she sinks down onto him easily, the way already slicked.

At the compliment, she flashes a quick grin, then leans in to kiss Bucky. She can taste herself on his lips, in his mouth, on his tongue. It makes her moan, sinking deeper into the kiss, licking herself from him.

“Fuck,” she breathes, moving her hips, rolling them to have him sink deeper inside her.