Dove
"We shouldn't," I pressed my hands against his shoulders to try to stop him as his lips pressed wet kisses to my neck and jaw. I felt euphoric. Every hair on my body stood in attention as my thoughts were clouded with lust.
Bucky's large hands held my hips and gently kneaded them making me a pile of mush on the bed. His breathing was heavy already reverberating throughout the room. It was evident that they weren't just late night snores as he repeatedly told me how sexy I was in Portuguese.
I never thought one day I would be regarded as sexy with my long limbs but he seemed to be all over me.
"Don't tell me to stop," he rasped in my ear pulling me closer to his chest.
"What if Zahi hears?" I whispered.
