maskirovka | overflow / open post II

She bit off a squeal when he hefted her, but laughed and locked both legs and arms around him anyway. "Da," Natalia said simply, unrepentant. His hands on her bare skin felt divine, and it was all she could do not to squirm against him right this very second.

"Hmm...what will you give me?" she countered in answer, opting to play this little game as long as she could. "What do you want me to have?" was the sultry corollary, whispered as she craned her neck to lick at his throat, nipping at his jumping pulse.

"Hmm, well, I want to give you a lot," Bucky says. He starts to move them back toward his bedroom because there's no point in pretending they're not going to bed with one another right now and when he gets to the door, he presses her up against it.

"What if I just kissed you against this door until you begged me to do something else?"

It's not like him to reserve anything but Natalia seems to want him to open up and he's trying his best.

"Da," she breathed, gaze heady. "Yes, James, please..." Rather than wait a second longer, Natalia closed the distance between them and kissed him instead, licking her way into his mouth and moaning to again have his sweet taste on her tongue. She bucked her hips off of the doorframe into his, delirious at the feel of him thick between her thighs.

Her breasts ached, the nipples tight, hard, trapped between their bodies, and Natalia squirmed, writhing against him like a sinuous serpent. "...fuck me," she whispered, whimpering in entreaty. "Please, Professor..." She was panting between their sloppy kisses. "Malyshka, fuck me right here..."

"That's going to take some coordinating," Bucky says, pressing one of his hands up against the door to brace himself and her body and using the other to yank down his briefs. It's hard as hell to manage it because he's not used to it but he thinks he could get used to it easily.

"Don't let me let you fall, all right?" Bucky shifts and guides himself into her and hisses as he does; she's so hot and tight and warm around him and he thinks he might die.

"Jesus Christ, Natalia."

She was strong and agile; she had no intention of falling. Legs locked around his waist, the lithe little gymnast only relinquished her grip when she felt him pressing thick at her entrance, and when he finally drove into her, she gave a loud moan and arched her back to drive him deeper, fingernails digging into the back of Bucky's shoulders as he filled her.

"--harder," she panted, jerking her hips into his. She took his mouth again, messy and wet, begging for more in broken Russian, a word or two in English here and there. "--malyshka, baby...more, oh-James-fuck-me...harder, pozhaluysta..."

Bucky doesn't know anything in Russian other than the pet name but he thinks at this point, anything Natalia said would be hot and drive him higher. She could be speaking gibberish for all he cared because the words don't matter so much as the desperate tone of them.

He doesn't say much of anything himself. He chooses, instead, to use his body to express himself and he moves faster, pressing into her hard on each stroke. It's not what he usually does but is anything with Natalia what he usually does?

"Come for me," he says lowly, meeting her mouth in another messy kiss as soon as he gets the words out.

Natalia whined in answer, sucking his tongue into her mouth as they kissed, messy and wet, her hips bucking hard to meet each of Bucky's rough thrusts. He was quickly driving her out of her conscious mind, and the wild through of him bending her over that table across the room flashed before her glazed eyes, pulling yet another keened moan from her throat.

Bucky's harsh demand clenched her loins, making her squeeze his driving cock that much tighter, and her strong thighs gripped and flexed against his rocking hips. She wasn't about to move much, but she was agile to manage just enough, and when she felt the crest rising, Natalia broke her mouth away from her professor's to gasp quick, shallow breaths, and when it cascaded over her, she shuddered against her lover and moaned his name in a rough, guttural voice, convulsing around his cock with eager, animal abandon.

Bucky's never been with someone who comes as easily as Natalia and it surprises and impresses him all at the same time. He thrusts harder because he's close, so close, and when he does come he makes a low sound that's more like a growl than anything else. It's not like any sound he's ever made before.

He holds Natalia up against the door for another few moments before gently letting her back down onto her feet. She makes him feel crazy, like he's coming out of his skin, and it's almost too much for him at times. He guesses he needs to get used to it.

"You're perfect."

She'd been halfway there before he'd left her to send his emails. Being shoved up against the door only spiked her passion that much higher, and having him edge toward that bestial edge had sent her sailing right over the edge, only too delighted to feel him follow a heartbeat later.

But her knees were a little wobbly when she slid back down to the floor, and Natalia didn't let go of Bucky's neck for a few minutes, taking advantage of her imbalance to kiss him again, and again, and again. And again, releasing his mouth only to grin up at him, green eyes mischievous.

"Not really," she countered, unable to help rubbing her slim frame against his hard body. "I just really, really like you. Professor."

Bucky laughs softly. "You're going to kill me but it's going to be a beautiful way to go. Be sure to put flowers on my grave, though, because I will miss you when I'm six feet under."

She's still rubbing against him and Bucky doesn't think he has another round in him just yet. She might have the libido of a teenager but he's a man in his thirties and it takes him just a little while to get it back up.

"I'm the luckiest man alive."

Natalia laughed, tugging Bucky's head down to kiss him again. "I will give you chamomiles," she told him with a fond grin. "National flower of Mother Russia. Scatter them across your grave. Make white blanket for you to sleep." She was still achy and a little sore; even more so now, and she knew she needed a long hot shower, but the girl was loathe to let her sweet lover out of her sight.

"We take shower together?" A sultry suggestion. "I get you very clean, malyshka." Followed by a long, slow lick upwards of his throat, over his chin, to slide her tongue right into his mouth. "...then get you all filthy again..."

"Oh my god," Bucky says, laughing. "First, I thought chamomile only came in tea and second, yes, we need a shower."

He knows they're just going to get absolutely filthy again later because they can't keep their hands off one another but a shower sounds absolutely amazing. He thinks it'll work out some of the strain in his muscles from all that physical activity from last night.

Later, she'd teach him all about her homeland and its national anthem, flower, tree, animal, and other interesting trivia, but now was for squealing in girlish glee and tugging her handsome professor upstairs and into the spacious master bath, darting beneath the hot water with the soap in both of her small hands, moaning happily as she worked suds over every inch of his skin that she could reach.

And once she'd scrubbed and rinsed her professor's hair and body, the little redhead went down on her knees in the warm spray, settled him against the cool tile, and took his cock in her mouth, greedily sucking him down as the hot water coursed over them both, droplets spiky on her lashes and dark red curls plastered to her slick bare back.

Showering together is intimate enough but when Natalia sinks down onto her knees for him, he makes a noise that's probably undignified but it doesn't really matter right now. All that matters is that soft, plush mouth on his cock.

Bucky cups her skull in his hands and he rocks his hips toward her mouth, trying to push himself deeper into her throat. It's insane, how good he feels, and there's no words he can use right now, only guttural noises. Jesus Christ.

She was beginning to gain a clearer picture of what her gorgeous professor liked, and Natalia was absolutely ruthless enough to use it to her advantage. She held still and let him fuck her mouth, angling her head to take him as far as she could, moaning lasciviously to hear his guttural noises above her. The vision he presented was delicious; wet skin, head thrown back, throat working as he pumped his cock between her lips.

Although she had to make him stop for a moment or two, just so he could catch a breath, Natalia nevertheless fell right back into her work, running her mouth down the underside of his impressive length and pulling the heavy sack between her lips with a slick, agile tongue. Her fingernails raked hot lines up and down the back of his thighs, and she slurped and sucked between his legs, greedy and wanton.

It doesn't take much more than that, though, because Bucky is coming and his shout isn't even muffled by the shower. There's nothing that beats how this feels, nothing, and he has no idea how he's going to survive being with this girl. He's just going to die. Maybe she will be putting chamomile on his grave.

Bucky leans against the wall of the shower and breathes heavily for a moment. God, he has to breathe before he even thinks about reciprocating this.

"I'll get you in a minute, I promise."

Natalia grinned as she rinsed her mouth and washed her face, shaking her wet hair under the spray. "No rush," she told him, kissing his wet cheek sweetly. "We have all day, remember?" That he immediately wanted to return the favor was sweet, but she didn't expect anything from him. Just having the chance to love him this way was favor enough.

"You can wash me?" she offered, sudsing up the loofah. "If you want to?" Hopefully, their shower would end with him between her legs pounding her against that tile wall - again - but even having this was more than she'd ever dreamed.

"Yeah, I can definitely do that." Bucky pulls Natalia back against his chest and starts washing her front, taking his time lathering up her skin and rinsing the soap away. She's so pale and beautiful and he loves touching her skin.

"You're just all over me all the time. You know I'm old and I can't handle that much attention," Bucky teases. "I've got to have a break or three so I can get my strength back. I'm going to have to really get on that cardio regimen."

She chuckled, low and throaty, and willingly leaned back into his wet embrace, tipping her head aside to offer more of her skin. His hands felt wonderful on her body, big and warm and so very sure. "Can't help it," Natalia murmured, lolling back against his shoulder. "You are too gorgeous. And too sweet. And I told you, I am greedy, greedy girl."

Giggling to his self-depreciating humor, the girl wiggled in his arms, teasing right back. "You are only thirty-something. Not nearly too old, malyshka. Just right, actually. Best age for me."

"Best age for you? I've missed that memo," Bucky says. He turns her around in his arms and pushes her close to him, running the loofah over her back now. It's less washing than just touching and he just can't help himself; he likes feeling her curves under his hands.

"I thought girls like you wanted boys who are just learning how to drive and don't have to shave their faces yet. Man, I guess I was wrong."

She purred delight when he turned her and pulled her close; Natalia wound wet little arms around his neck, swaying into him beneath the warm spray. But she wrinkled her nose and made a face at his comment.

"Ugh, why? That is boys. Boys are boring." She absently kissed the hollow of his collarbone, gazing up at him with liquid eyes. "Men, so much better. Handsome, and they know how to treat women."

She'd always preferred the grown male form over the adolescent. And she'd never been what was considered the typical teenager. Even from childhood, Natalia had identified more with adults than her own age group. Some of that might have been due to the harsh way she'd grown up, but it was how she was.

"Well, your idea of me treating me seems to be endless sex. Not that I'm complaining but you know I'm eventually going to wear out and need a breather, right?"

It's only half-joking. Bucky had gone from no sex at all to more sex than he's had in an entire lifetime since he's been with Natalia and he doesn't know if going 0-100 is exactly something he can keep up with and he doesn't want to disappoint her if he can't.

"Next week will be busy," she reminded him, running her fingers through his wet hair. "Coach Wilson will be back from trip, and practice every night." The girl made a quick sour face, but it passed when she inched up to kiss him again. "Will be difficult, to have 'alone time' together."

One reason she'd schemed to live here, so that the time they did have would be very well spent. Gazing back up at him, Natalia arched a sharp eyebrow. "You will live, da?" He was a healthy, virile man; she knew he could handle her and her appetite with hardly a qualm.

"Live, yes, but barely. You better learn how to cook or I'm going to disintegrate with as much as I'm working off. I'm already getting skinny," Bucky teases.

"I'll be skin and bones if you keep riding me too hard. You have to give an old man a break sometimes, yeah? Make me think I can keep up with you a little."

She laughed, shaking her head at him. "I told you, I am greedy girl." So very greedy. Especially with this beautiful, wonderful man in her arms. "But da," she promised, "I will learn. Take very good care of you, James. Also a promise." Sliding her naked, heated body against his, Natalia kissed and lapped at wet skin, sucking water droplets off of Bucky's chest as she went.

"We have leftovers for today," the girl breathed, sneaking a small hand down between his thick thighs, stroking gently. "No need to leave bedroom at all." The thought of him shoving her down on her hands and knees over his bed burned in her mind, making her squirm. "We can be naughty, today," she offered beneath his chin, placing a line of sharp little kisses up the length of his neck to take his mouth in a heated kiss.

"...I want you so much, malyshka... so, so much.."

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