maskirovka | overflow / open post II

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.."

Bucky closes his eyes and inhales sharply when Natalia's small hand snakes between them and slides around him again. He feels like he's constantly hard around her and he doesn't know how any person can want this much sex. It's nice, though, to have the physical affection. He hasn't had it in a really long time.

He tips his head back so she has more access to his neck and slides his hands down her slick back to come down and cup her ass. "You can't go and get me off again before I give you anything. You're putting me in debt, sweetheart. I'll never pay it off."

She wiggled in his hands, squirming in response to his blatant groping. "No debt," Natalia negated, still licking at his wet skin. "I love to please you." And she did; seeing him wrecked and well-fucked was quickly becoming one of her favorite visions. "We will please each other, da?"

Then she shivered slightly, feeling the hot water begin to turn a bit tepid. "Might need to get out and dried," she suggested, not really looking forward to any sort of cold shower. "Hot water running out."

Thankfully, she'd had the foresight to place two large towels on the sink before they'd tumbled into the shower, and the naked girl quickly reached for one and wrapped it around her, her teeth starting to chatter. Still, her amusement never died, and she giggled girlishly. "Is cold out here," she told her companion, immediately sidling close for warmth.

"You coulda let me get a towel first," Bucky teases, rubbing his hands down her back and keeping her close so she can warm up. "Although if you're gonna be cold all the time, I should probably get you a heated towel rack or something. It's an investment."

Bucky reluctantly pulls away to get his own towel, scrubbing it over his hair before wrapping it around his hips, and he kisses the crown of Natalia's head.

"And maybe I don't owe you but maybe I just wanna please you for me. You'll let me do that, won't you?"

Natalia smirked, ducking her head beneath Bucky's chin to lick at his throat. She let him go just long enough to wrap a towel around his waist, then she was right back in his arms, kissing, touching, and petting.

"Of course," she granted, running her hands through his wet hair. "You can do whatever you want. I am flexible." In more ways than one. "We go back to bed now?" It was still early in the morning, but the little redhead absolutely planned to spend all day and night in her professor's arms and in his bed.

One or the other, or preferably both.

Natalia licking his throat is hot and he closes his eyes when she does it. She's more affectionate than anyone he's ever been with and he wants to bask in it, honestly. He loves being the center of attention like this even though part of him doesn't feel like he's earned it. When she mentions going back to bed, he nods.

"Yeah, let's go back to bed. I'll get up and cook us breakfast soon but for right now, I need to...I need to get my mouth on you."

It's a little bolder than he's been.

Her grin was impish, almost wicked. "I want your mouth on me, James," Natalia purred at his ear, running her tongue around the soft shell. "Mmm, so much, malyshka..." And it didn't take long to relocate from the bathroom to the bed, the lithe redhead tossing the towel away to reveal perfect pale skin, and reached for the towel around Bucky's waist.

As much as she wanted to once more drop to her knees and pleasure him, she supposed she could let him have a turn, so the brazen little teenager quite cheekily pirouetted on her toes, damp red curls flowing over her slim bare back, and flopped sideways on her stomach, landing on Bucky's bed with a small bounce. Resting on her elbows, she glanced at him over one naked shoulder, smirked, and parted her thighs invitingly.

"...your turn," she told him, voice gone husky with barely leashed desire.

"My turn," Bucky echoes. He closes his hands around her ankles and tugs her down to the edge of the bed so he can kneel there and easily get his mouth on her. He licks a wet stripe up the inside of one thigh and gives her a grin.

"You smell amazing," he murmurs. "I can't wait to taste you." She is nothing if not a confidence booster and when he does get his mouth on her, it's everything he could have dreamed of. She's already wet for him and while he shouldn't be shocked, he is.

Not expecting the hands around her ankles and to be drug to the edge of the bed, Natalia squealed and flopped over on her back, laughing a little breathlessly when her professor spread her legs and knelt down between them. Then his mouth was on her skin, making her close her eyes and moan, wiggling sinuously atop the rumpled covers.

She spread her thighs wider, the better to accommodate his broad shoulders, and propped one leg over his left, lifting her hips eagerly for his questing mouth. "Da...da...mmmmmda..." she breathed eagerly, sinking a hand into his damp hair to hold him while he pleasured her. "Your mouth, sooo good, malyshka...I love it so much.."

The encouragement is good. Bucky wasn't under the impression he was bad at sex or this particular act but he definitely feels like he's amazingly good at it when he hears Natalia letting go underneath his mouth. He still thinks it's crazy that she's so into him but he's pushing that down for now and just focusing on enjoying himself.

He lifts his head for a moment and whispers, "Such a loud little thing, aren't you?" before grinning and spreading her thighs wide with his hands so he has even more room to work. He's not looking to get her there just yet; he wants to play a little more before she comes.

"Yes," was the deliberately cheeky reply, the petite redhead smirking down at her gorgeous lover. "Do you want me not to be loud?" If she had to stifle her pleasure, Natalia honestly thought she might die. No one else was in the house, Jet didn't care, and the neighbors could just...deal with it. Nosiness never paid off, after all.

She bit at her lower lip, then murmured, even as she squirmed beneath his ministrations, "I want you to know how much I like. And to hear how much you like," was the added corollary. "Noises you make, so hot." A grin accompanied the last, then a swift gasped whine followed when a spike of pure pleasure lanced through her loins, tightening her ripe body just for him.

"Mmmmm...more, malyshka..." Natalia begged, hips bucking lightly. "Use your fingers...and your tongue, pleeeease?"

There's something to be said for how Natalia tells him exactly what she wants and he can deliver it. It doesn't feel like she's telling him what to do so much as helping him get her what she needs and he doesn't take any offense to it.

He works his fingers in and moves his mouth to work against her clit and be more focused. She tends to come quickly but that isn't a bad thing - it just means she has more in her to make the night last longer.

It had to be mid-morning by now - they'd lingered in the shower - but for Natalia, the entire world boiled down to this room, this bed, and her professor's wicked, wicked mouth, lapping at her so sinfully, so perfectly, she honestly thought she might writhe right off the edge of the mattress, if he let her. As it was, she bit her lip and fought to hold on, to prolong the exquisite pleasure he was giving her, the little moans, cries, and squeals letting Bucky know just what she was feeling with each and every stroke.

Squeezing tight around his fingers, promissory for his cock later, the girl bucked in her teacher's grasp, then shuddered apart completely when a swipe of his wet, warm tongue drove her right out of her mind. One small hand gripped his wet hair, tugging, and the other pinched a tight, dark nipple, kneading at her breast to extend the magnificent torture.

Bucky works her through it, remembering how it felt to have her clenching down around his cock and knowing he's going to have it later and probably more than once today. He can barely keep up with her, honestly, and he thinks she's going to drain him dry.

"That's it," he murmurs. "Give it all to me. Give me everything, let me see it all. Let me feel it all and know I did it."

He crooks his fingers again, trying to extend the orgasm just a little longer.

Had she been able, Natalia might have wondered just how quickly she'd become attuned to her professor's hands, voice, and mouth. As it was, she couldn't even catch a quick breath just now, because she was too preoccupied with falling completely into the pleasure he was giving her, sending her soaring over that blissful peak to gasp and cry for him as she writhed.

Lithe hips bucked, small hands rubbed and tugged at pebbled nipples, the slight pain coupling with the pleasure shooting through her loins. It left her breathless, splayed and spent across her professor's rumpled bed, the entire room still holding their combined scents of musk and sex. It was heady, filling her lungs as she tried to breathe once more.

"...mmmmmm..." the girl whined, running her tongue over her lips, leaving them flush and glistening. "...oh-oh-James...that's sooooo good, malyshka....so fucking good..."

It feels good to have her fall apart for him, to know he can bring Natalia off in such a spectacular way that she's crying out his name and telling him how good he is. He hasn't had that in a long time (did he ever have it from his wife, even?) and he thinks he'll have a spring in his step after this just because he feels like he's really doing a good job.

"That's it, Natalia. That's a good girl. You're...you're good to me. You make me feel good the same way as I make you feel good. You wanna make me feel even better?"

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