"I think you're proving yourself up to the task," she answers, breathless, but her tone somehow still smug. She's aching wonderfully, the muscles of her thighs and her backside sore from both Bucky's thrusts and the way on which she tenses them, sending bolts of heat through her. Her cunt is swollen, flushed, as she shoves herself back against him, meeting his thrusts, gasping when he changes the angle of his hips again.

Her weight shifts onto one hand and she reaches down her body, her fingers circling her clit as Bucky fucks into her from behind. This is reminiscent in ways of the first night they'd spent together all those months ago, though without the implication one of them will be forced to leave at the end of it. If she wants to stay, she knows he'll let her.

"I'm close," she warns him, knowing he'll want her to come first, knowing he'll want to feel that. Her fingers move more insistently against her clit as she drops her head, breasts bouncing with every breath, every thrust.