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She's quiet, but that doesn't really surprise Bucky. It's a lot, not just for her but for him, too. Her head rests against his shoulder and Bucky raises his hand to curl it loosely around her throat, thumbing at her jaw before gliding it slowly down her body, down between her breasts and over the curve of her ribs, down the flat of of her stomach and past her navel.

"You feel so good," he says against her ear, and maybe it's corny, maybe she'll roll her eyes at him, but he knows how he reacts to sweetness and praise. Even if he'd never admit it. Maybe she's like him in that way, too. "God, so good, Sylvie."

Like this, stretched out against Bucky, there is little she can do but just let herself be fucked, and Bucky encourages her to relax into it, murmuring against her ear and pressing kisses to her jaw and the side of her face as his hand slides lower. His fingers comb through the soft hair between her legs and then down further, circling her clit with the pad of his middle finger, applying direct pressure every few strokes.

"I'm right here," he says quietly, shifting the angle of his hips until he finds that the spot inside of her that makes her clench down around him, groaning as he strikes it again and again, doing his best to bring her to dizzying heights of pleasure. "I'm not letting go."