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The words make Bucky groan and thrust a little harder, fucking her through her orgasm with deep rolls of his hips. She isn’t all his, and he knows that. He’s fine with that. He has no desire to own her or control her, none at all, but right here in this moment, she’s his.

He’s the one making her feel like this, making her body twitch and tremble with pleasure, making her gasp like the sound has been pulled out of her. This orgasm really is all for him, coaxed out of her with his cock and his hands, and he grits his teeth to try and hold back, to make it last, but her cunt pulsing around his bare cock proves to be too much.

Bucky comes with a strangled cry, spilling even more of his come into her body. He’s not sure he’ll ever get used to the sensation, or be able to explain why it’s so deeply arousing, but he’s grateful for it. He stays there, buried deep inside of her, and goes limp on top of her, knowing that she can take his weight.

“We’re really good at this,” he pants out against her ear, chuckling as he presses a kiss just below it.