Sylvie's arm comes up, fingers burying in his thick hair, and Bucky turns his head to kiss at the inside of her arm, dragging his tongue along her soft skin to follow a bead of sweat. When she pulls away to fall forward, Bucky has to resist the urge to pull her back against him, but he understands how it can feel like too much, too intense.

She falls forward and Bucky follows only to sweep her hair away from her face, sliding his hand down her back to grab at her hips as instructed, fingers pressing in hard enough to bruise. He stares at the long line of her back and the salacious tilt of her hips, watching as his cock slides nearly all the way out of her and plunges back in slowly.

"Do you want it hard or slow?" Bucky asks raggedly, rocking back until just the head of his cock rests inside of her body, waiting for her answer.