"It was more meant to be informative," she answers, surprised by her ability to be sarcastic even in a moment like this, overcome with pleasure, every part of her body aching beautifully. "You better not stop."

With his chest against her back, Sylvie falls silent, breathing hard, allowing herself to focus on everything she's feeling. Bucky so close, his cock slamming into her again and again, his fingers pulling at her nipple and then twisting in a way that makes her cry out.

It's enough to send her over the edge, too, her own fingers rocking against her clit, and Sylvie comes with a gasp, pushing herself into him at the same time, wanting more, wanting everything he can give her.