When he had asked how she wanted it, when she told him on her knees, this hadn’t been what she’d meant, yet now that he’s wrapped around her, now that he seems to be touching her everywhere at once, she’s glad she had stayed upright. At least at first.

It’s intimate, something she doesn’t allow herself most of the time, sees the danger in it even now. But it feels so good, not just his cock inside her or the fingers rubbing against her clit. It’s the closeness of his body, his chest against her back, the way the cradle of his hips fits against her ass. She won’t be able to stay like this for long, but for the moment, as she lifts one arm and reaches back, fingers tangling in his hair, it’s perfect.

“God,” she all but whispers when the angle changes and finally she needs to shift away. Bending at her hips, she drops her hands down to the mattress, head hanging, curls in her face, and tilts her hips up and back to give Bucky a better angle. “Hold my hips,” she tells him, shivering as she presses back onto his cock.