howlingplayground | Wakanda and Mary

"Shuri, you're beautiful and a genius." He says, hugging the younger woman. She laughs and hugs him back, then shoos him out of her lab, going to get everything ready for him. Bucky chuckles, and climbs out of the lab, heading for the quarters that they'd been given upon their arrival in Wakanda.

Ramonda had immediately taken to the young woman that the men had brought with them. She'd spent a great deal of time talking to her. And not so subtlely hinting that T'Challah and Nakia needed to stop pussyfooting around and marry.

Bucky pushes his hand through his hair, nodding to several of the guards, that line the halls. T'Challah must be in council, since they're congregated around there.

Sighing, he steps into his rooms and sees Mary standing by the windows, looking out over the city below. Walking up behind her, he wraps his arms around her, feeling freer than he has in a long while, and wanting her to share in that freedom.

He drops a kiss on her cheek. "What do you think?" He asks, quietly.

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He raises his eyebrows at her. "I appreciate your hands on me." He assures Mary, pulling her in for a kiss.

As for what she's suggesting, well...

He trails his flesh hand down her back, cupping her ass in his large palm. He squeezes gently, wanting her to respond to him, just as his body is starting to respond to her.

"Really?" He says, teasing his mouth along her throat. "Do tell me, m'Lady."

A woman's responses are always more subtle than a man's, but Bucky will notice that her breathing has quickened, as has her heartbeat. Her nipples are taut against his chest as she thinks about what she'd like to do with him.

"I want to ride you, right here, like this," she says, her voice breathless. "I want to take you deep inside me.. want you to make me cry out for you.."

Her hand moves lower over his stomach, as she slides back, allowing herself to reach between them and find his hardening cock.

He leans forward and kisses her, his hips rising against her hand. Yes, his body is more than eager to have her do that.

He runs his flesh hand down her thigh, but then, he takes his hands off of her. "There are condoms in my bag next to the bed." He whispers, nuzzling his nose against her throat.

"Go get one, and I'll make you come so hard, I'll have to carry you to the bed." He promises her.

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As much as she hates the idea of having to move off of his lap, his words make her tremble a bit with anticipation. She had been ready to precede without protection, deciding to chance it. Thank God at least Bucky has some self-control.

Mary very reluctantly pulls herself away from him, giving him one last kiss before climbing off of his lap and out of the tub. As she moves into the bedroom, she sways her hips suggestively, throwing a look at him over her shoulder. She returns a moment later with the small square packet, which she hands to him before getting back into the tub.

Mary gives him room to open it and put the condom on, though in the meantime her hands are all over his skin - his thighs, the muscles in his chest.

He watches her leave, out of slitted eyes. The look over her shoulder is met with a smouldering look up and down her. Then, she comes back and he strokes his cock into full hardness, then slides on the condom.

He catches her wrists in his hands. He drops a kiss on her palms, pulling her arms up around his neck. He smiles crookedly. "Leave your hands there." He tells her. Gently, he pulls her up to her knees and buries his face in her breasts.

One hand cups her ass, squeezing softly. His other hand trails down her stomach, then through her pubic hair. His thumb brushes her clit, once, before moving on.

She has to admit, watching him touch himself lights her up in a way that she never thought it would. It's fascinating, and she can't turn away until he takes her hands.

Mary does as he asks and leans her head back as he puts his down on her chest. His teasing fingers send a shiver through her body. It's his metal hand that's on her ass and the flesh ones that move between her legs, but at this point she might not protest if it were reversed. She loves every part of him, and even the metal fingers feel good on her skin, because they belong to him.

She fights the temptation to run her fingers through his hair and suffices with just brushing at the tips of it. Instead, she leans down and kisses the top of his head, trying to anticipate where his hand is going next.

Someday, someday, he'll tease her with the warm metal of his hand. Today is not that day. He wants to send her cascading through orgasms before he ever enters her.

His fingers slip backward, brushing over her clit, then one slowly eases into her. But only for a moment. He wants her to feel it, but also to want more of it. He gently drops kisses on her chest, listening to the quickening of her heartbeat.

There’s a moan that escapes her throat, muffled by his hair, as his finger slides over her clit and then slowly into her. He pulls it out quickly though, and the noise this time is a small grunt of frustration. Mary sighs, moving her hips against his hand, silently begging for more. “Mmm, James...” Sometimes it’s James and sometimes it’s Bucky. It just depends on her mood. “Please?” She asks sweetly, feeling like she’s going to burst if she can’t have at least his fingers inside of her.

He smiles against her chest. Dipping his head slightly, he pulls a nipple into his mouth, sucking gently. He brushes his tongue against the sensitive nub.

Between her legs, his finger circles her clit, not touching, not entering her. He wants her to want and she's not there yet. For now, he can tease her. Eventually, he has a plan that he's going to execute, hoping she'll enjoy it more than she's enjoying things now.

He wants her body to take control of her sensibilities, and turn her wanton, just this once.

She huffs a little, feeling both her need and her frustration grow. Why is he teasing her? She already asked for what she wanted. Her fingers move up and twist in his hair, tugging lightly.

"Bucky." Her tone is a bit more serious now. He continues the light strokes with his tongue and finger and Mary angles her hips against his hand, trying to feel more of what she wants from him.

He likes to be a tease. He knows that she's getting frustrated, but it'll be all the sweeter when he lets her have what she wants.

He raises his head and leans up to kiss her slowly. His metal hand begins to stroke up and down her spine gently. But one flesh finger presses against her clit, while another one sneaks into her slowly. He doesn't want her wholly frustrated.

"Stop teasing," she whispers against his mouth. By now she could feel herself starting to lose control, to give in to her overwhelming need for him. Her hips rocked more forcefully against his hand, effectively pushing his finger in and out of her while another one toys with her clit. It isn't nearly enough, but it will do for now.

His metal fingers on her spine make her shiver and she moans before pressing her mouth back to his.

"No." He's not going to stop teasing. He watches her move her hips and leans down to kiss her breast again. He wants her wild and unable to contain it before he gives in.

Metal fingers tangle in her hair and bring her head down. He teases his mouth against hers, his tongue darting out just enough for the tip to brush against her lip before retreating again.

Mary grunts in frustration, trying to figure out what he's after. Does he have a plan or does he want her to take control?

In response, she does something that she normally doesn't do in front him - hasn't really done in front of any man. She reaches down and grabs his hand, holding it still for a moment. Panting gently against his mouth, Mary takes two of his fingers and places them at her entrance, then slides her own fingers up over her clit. She parts her legs further, making it easier for Bucky to push his fingers into her. Rocking her hips against him, she tries to fill herself with his fingers while she strokes at her clit.

Wakanda and Mary

And then there were Midterms...

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Papers are done, only one final next week, I'm back bb.

Yay!!

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