"Bucky," is half-plea, half-moan as she shakes. "Bucky, Bucky."

The press and slide of his cool metal fingers and the pressure of his warm mouth are driving her wild; her hair tangles in a mess as her head moves restlessly back and forth over the quilt as the pleasure builds and builds. He sets his mouth against her and the light scrape of his teeth with the soft warmth of his tongue send a shock through her. She cries out as everything goes up all at once, ecstasy rushing through her in a flood, her body shaking and shaking and shaking as he hauls her over the edge and into freefall.