'til the end of the line

Every time Bucky suggests something she might not have expected, it makes some part of Sylvie shiver with pride. He says she’s set a high bar, which she thinks is a little funny, but all the same, she knows she was the first in a long time and she thinks she can take a little credit for waking something up.

Her lips curve into a smile, one bordering on wicked, and she slips further down Bucky’s legs, pressing her hips down to drag her cunt along his thigh just for the friction. Then she drops her head, kisses his hip, drags her tongue along the skin just below his bellybutton, then sits up again.

“I like that idea,” she says before she swings one leg off him. Turning, Sylvie first seats herself backward on Bucky’s lap, rolling her hips, his cock against her, then she lifts her hips again and slowly pushes herself backward.

She sort of wants him to grab her, drag her exactly where he wants her, even as she slides her hands up his thighs.