She's moving on top of him and that's definitely her he's poking at. But then she takes him in her hand and... "Christ," he hisses, slipping inside her to the hilt.

Slowly, Bucky sits up, and pulls her against him. His arms wrap around her and he moves, just a fraction, rolling his hips against hers. He shakes his hair back out of his face.

His lips find hers, bruising, hard, but his hands are gentle as they slowly move her against him again, drawing a long moan out of him.