Content warning: Adult situations throughout the chapter.

Harper lifted her hands to hide her face and fell silent. Bucky moved back up her body, hovering over her without touching her. Gently, he tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. His voice low and tender, he asked, "What's goin' on, doll?"

"I'm just… thinking about last time," she muttered.

"Somethin' like that isn't ever gonna happen again." He gently pulled her hands from her face. "I won't hurt you like that again."

"I know, James, I just… I can't understand why you'd want me." She looked away, avoiding his eyes. "I mean… you're the one who's sexy."

"I don't have gorgeous tits, or curves, or sexy thighs, or a wet, responsive-"

"James!" she squeaked, her blush darkening.

He smirked and said, "Well, it's true. I fucking love how turned on you get."

"And if I bleed again?"

"Well, I don't want to cause you pain," Bucky answered, more serious once again. "But nothing could deter me except you telling me to stop."

There was noticeable hesitation before she continued, "And if I don't know what I'm doing? If I can't cum?"

"I don't expect you to be an intuitive sex goddess, Harper. And I'm more than serious when I say that I want you so bad that I will absolutely cum with no sexual prowess on your part. And while I'd love for you to get there, it's really alright if you don't. Then I pay your clit some attention and you get off that way. Or not; whatever you want. I just… I want to be close to you in that way, as long as you'll let me."

She replied quietly, "You sure about this?"

"Absolutely," he answered firmly. "But only if you want to."

"Yeah, okay," Harper nodded slowly. "I want you, too, you know. I'm just… my confidence is still shaken."

"What can I do to help that?"

"I'm not sure," she frowned.

Bucky was quiet for a moment before asking, "Are you still uninterested in having me eat you out?"

"Are you absolutely sure that you want to?" Harper countered. "Like you're really gonna be into it? Even with me?"

"Of course with you!" Bucky asserted. "Why wouldn't I be?"

One glance at her face told him what she was unwilling to say out loud. She was still deeply unsure about her body. The thought that she was worried that he wouldn't be able to enjoy her because she wasn't the picture of modern day beauty had his chest clenching painfully. "Harper, I couldn't be more serious when I say that I genuinely find you beautiful. I've entertained many fantasies of me between your thighs. If I ate you, you'd see firsthand how hot I am for you."

"Alright," she conceded almost inaudibly. "Try it."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Then lay back, enjoy the ride, and talk to me if you need to."

The brunette did so, watching him warily as he lowered himself between her legs. He gently prodded her thighs farther apart, allowing him better access. The former soldier began first by flicking and massaging her clit again, slowly but steadily plunging her back into arousal. Leaning forward, he cautiously flattened his tongue against her dripping slit, working his way up to her jewel with one broad stroke of the lithe muscle. His tongue took over for his fingers, teasing her clit and tracing nonsensical shapes across it. Her body was tense again, but she didn't ask him to stop.

Bucky closed his lips around the sensitive nub, sucking and fluttering his tongue against it. He rested his head against her thigh, ready and excited for the challenge of getting her off. He hadn't eaten a woman in over seventy years. The taste was still intoxicating. He loved it, loved her. Variation and exploration – he cycled between licking, kissing, sucking all around her womanhood. His metal hand reached up her torso, palming her breast and grazing her nipple.

Backing off slightly, Bucky trailed kisses and nips over her inner thighs, eyes scanning her face. She was flushed and her eyes were closed, her teeth clamped down on her lower lip. That she had been quiet didn't worry him; Harper tended to be silent until she got closer to an orgasm and the cursing began. He returned to her center, hungrily taking an inner lip into his mouth. Working back up to her clit, he varied his technique, but also his pacing and fervor. Slow and rough, fast and gentle, slow and deep, fast and hard. Finally, he heard the change in her breathing that told him that she was well and truly enjoying his efforts.

Several more minutes flew by before he heard her whisper, "Fuck, James."

"Gettin' close, doll?"

She hummed her affirmation and he decided to go in for a strong finish. He lifted his head from her thigh and used both hands to push her knees back toward her chest, opening her up to him even more. With nearly unencumbered access, Bucky zeroed in on the hard nub. With the tip of his tongue, he began flicking her bean back and forth unrelentingly, mirroring the way she most liked her nipples touched. A squeak flew from her lips, and he lost himself, burrowing into her like a crazed man. His hands each squeezed a breast as he ate his fill until she suddenly went stiff and a shaky breath parted her lips. After a long moment, her body relaxed and she lay fully back against the bed. Careful not to overstimulate her, the former soldier lapped up the flood of arousal dripping from her core, eyes roaming her satisfied figure as he did so.

Finally, he pulled away and moved to hover over the brunette once again.

"So?" he asked. "Still doubt that I'm crazy attracted to you?"

"That level of… enthusiasm seems difficult to fake," she conceded through heaving breaths.

He watched her chest rise and fall for a moment. "I'm not faking it."

"I still don't get it," she laughed breathlessly.

"I wish you did," Bucky muttered. "But maybe you don't have to understand. Maybe you just have to know."

There was something he couldn't name in her eyes as she asked, "Kiss me?"

He gave her his lips, which she accepted reverently. Time slowed and little existed for him outside of Harper. Their lips and tongues moved in a harmonious, sensual dance. He took her hand in his, pulling back so he could kiss her palm. Gently, he asked, "Can I show you more proof?"

Her face flushed, indicating she knew exactly what he meant. Her hand squeezed his lightly, and he guided it to the base of his cock. He wrapped her fingers around him before guiding it up the shaft to the head which had been steadily leaking. By way of explanation, he said, "From everything, but especially from finally getting to eat you."

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," she replied coyly, though the shy flush on her cheeks remained. "It seems like you may need some relief now, though."

It dawned on him then. "Wait… fuck."

"What?" she asked, already looking stung with rejection.

"I don't have a condom this time," he grimaced. "And you're not on anything, right?"

"No; I used to be, but hormones make me feel terrible," she confirmed. "Wait a second."

She sat up, and he moved back to give her space. Twisting, she reached into her nightstand drawer. A dark brow rose on the brunet's face when a foil packet was handed to him as well as a bottle of lube. Harper clarified, "That's the one from last time, and I figured that when we tried again, we should do everything possible to prevent discomfort and bleeding."

"Are you sure, darlin'?"

"I was sure last time, and I'm sure this time," she answered with a firm nod.

He stole a quick kiss before unwrapping the condom and rolling it on. Blue eyes watched hungrily as Harper warmed the lube between her fingers before reaching down and spreading it over her already weeping lips. Another round was warmed up and he watched as this time her fingers disappeared within her. "Fuck, doll, I'm getting ideas for the future."

"Pervert," she accused with a laugh and a coquettish grin. "How do you want me this time?"

"In my lap at first, so you can have more control. Then under me."

"Okay," Harper agreed, applying one last round of lube.

Bucky tossed the bottle to the side and gathered her in his arms, pulling her to hover over his lap, a knee astride each of his hips. He rubbed at her clit again for a moment before grasping his shaft in his hand and sliding the tip along her slit. Her face was entirely neutral, but he heard the catch in her breathing that gave away her nervousness as he placed himself at her entrance. With his metal hand, he tilted her chin up so he could meet her gaze. "I love you."

Her response was an immediate long, fervent kiss. Slowly, carefully, he guided her to sink onto him. She took it at her own pace, which he had wanted and which had informed his suggested position. He wasn't especially gifted in length – average, really – but girth had always been a source of pride. He knew she'd need to slowly adjust to that, but god it was agonizing to not be able to just bury himself in her. If he had thought tasting a woman after seventy years had been amazing, there were no words to describe being sheathed in one again.

"Oh my god, Harper," he moaned, head falling backward as he struggled to remain in control of his base urges. If he had less control, he could've cum already.

"Okay?" she asked, her voice sounding somewhat strained.

"Much better than okay," he answered, looking into her face again. "You?"

The brunette hesitated a moment, shifting her hips so that she slid down the final inch. She was fully seated in his lap, entirely impaled on his cock. "It hurts a bit, and it's… a little uncomfortable to feel… stretched like this? I don't know how to explain it."

"Do you want to stop?"

"No," she shook her head adamantly. With a chuckle, she added, "I want you to fuck me."

"Well how could I deny that request?" Bucky smirked. "Move on me a little first, though."

She looked instantly unsure and asked, "How?"

"However feels alright to you." He assured, "Trust me, anything you could do right now is gonna feel good to me. But until you're more comfortable, I don't wanna be on top."

The brunette placed her hands on his shoulders for support as she slowly rose up on her knees, allowing herself to move back up his length. Her bright brown eyes flicked to his face before zeroing back in on herself, suspended with just the head of his cock inside her. Back down she moved, still torturously slowly, before she rotated her hips in small circles. This continued for a time before Harper stilled, looking up at him with cheeks that were still pink.

"Swap?"

"You feel okay?" he asked, searching her face for any signs of pain.

Harper nodded, shimmying her hips slightly as if to prove that she had acclimated. He wrapped his arms around her and shifted them as one unit, laying her down beneath him. She reached behind her and pulled a pillow beneath her head, before looking up at him again. Smiling warmly, he mentioned, "Your eyes are so pretty, doll."

"My eyes?" she asked, both brows rising. "I've never met anyone with eyes as blue as yours."

He sealed their lips, tongue lashing out as he pulled his hips back. He slid from her velvet core, pausing before burying himself once again. A moan fell from his lips at the same time she hissed a breath between hers. Bucky let out a shaky breath, struggling now that he was in control not to lose himself to pleasure seeking. He pressed a kiss to her forehead before muttering an apology against her skin.

The former soldier closed his eyes, concentrating on the body control he had mastered through many years of training and covert operations. He set a slow, gentle pace, distracting himself as much as he could by focusing on kissing her neck and palming her breasts. It wasn't terribly long before he began to realize that seven decades of celibacy trumped expert self-control. Harper seemed to sense his inner turmoil, adjusting her legs to fall a bit wider so he could press more deeply into her.

"C'mon, James," she muttered encouragingly. "Let me have you. I can take it."

"Yeah?" he breathed, sweat beading at his hairline already from the effort of staying in control.

"Yeah," she assured, running her nails in a path along his spine.

That cracked his resolve, and he snapped his hips forward, face falling to the crook of her neck and shoulder. His metal hand hiked her right leg up and around his waist before bracing on the mattress. With his flesh hand, he sought her clit, dimly determined that she feel at least somewhat good while he chased his release. The brunet alternated between nipping, kissing, and huffing his pleasure into the curve of her neck, mind deliciously blank as he sank continuously into her wet heat. Her hands ran feather light circuits over his shoulder blades and lower back, every so often scratching lightly at the skin stretched taut over flexing muscle.

"Shit, Harper," he groaned before biting down perhaps too roughly on her shoulder. She made no sound of protest at his action, merely lifting a hand to push his hair from his damp forehead. Her fingers threaded through the long strands, settling at his nape and pressing him against her. Struck by a sudden desire, he breathed, "Pull."

"What?"

"My hair," he ground out through grit teeth, tugging her leg at his waist even higher up to grant himself full access to her depths.

She acquiesced to his request, weaving locks of his hair between her fingers and tugging. The movement was markedly unsure and none too rough, but pleasure shot through his body nonetheless. "Lil harder."

A jolt of electricity shot from his scalp straight to his dick when she pulled at his hair again, but with more fervor. He hissed a string of curses when her fist tightened its grip at the locks at the base of his neck, the slight stinging pain heightening the immense pleasure of pounding into her. His thumb danced erratically over her clit, his metal hand gripping her breast like a lifeline. Nothing existed – he was a mere creature lost to sensation. Blue eyes squeezed shut tightly and his hips became sloppy and desperate in their movement. Suddenly, the coil in his abdomen tightened. His body stilled and tensed, except to press instinctually as deeply into her as he could as he came. Vision white, body on fire. The muscles in his lower back twitched as he unleashed.

As he just barely began to come down from the orgasmic high, a string of curses and nearly nonsensical praise for the beautiful brunette tumbled from his lips. Panting breaths fanned across her skin, his forehead having fallen to her collarbone. He was dimly aware of her gently rubbing circles into his back. Bucky couldn't believe that it had all finally happened. The most incredible woman he'd ever met, who had always graced him with more understanding and acceptance than he could've hoped for, had allowed him the honor of being her first. A distinction he absolutely did not deserve. He had hurt her numerous times, and he had no business loving someone who had done nothing but good with her life. But she had let him, had trusted him, had helped him find release in her.

He muttered his thanks against her lips before kissing her deeply, not caring that it probably sounded crazy to offer gratitude in that position. Gathering himself just slightly, he managed, "D'you need to cum?"

She hummed in the positive, bringing him back to reality a little more. He pulled out of her, quickly removing and disposing of the condom in her wastepaper basket by her nightstand. His brain was still foggy as he took her lips and began circling her clit again. It was rather on autopilot that he built up her pleasure, his fingers already having a feel for what she liked. When her breaths turned a bit more ragged, he forced himself to shake out of his own reverie, more actively attending to her body. He saw in the way she bit her lip that she was close, adjusting to rub the nub rapidly with just the pad of his index finger. Her lower back curved off the mattress slightly, and she let out a light groan as she came. Bucky watched her body relax and her chest rise and fall as she tried to recover her breathing. He reached over to her nightstand, plucking a few tissues from the box there, and gently cleaned her of the lube and the evidence of her orgasms.

Harper absently muttered her appreciation and he responded with a tender kiss. Tossing the tissues in the basket, he wrapped her up in his arms, tucking her as fully into him as he could manage before pulling the comforter over them. He reveled in the feeling of her pressed tightly against him, her body still shaking slightly from the entire experience. Her fingers found his flesh hand, worming their way into his grasp and lacing with his. He squeezed her fingers lightly, brushing his lips across her sweat dampened temple. "I love you, Harper. More than I could ever describe."

"I love you, too," she replied, nuzzling her face into his chest. "More than I thought possible."

His heart sang, and he held her tighter. He already knew that there was nothing he wouldn't do for her. But with her in his arms, and him feeling as whole as he had in nearly an entire lifetime, he knew that, more than that, he'd do everything for her.

A/N: Holy smokes, all. Just about 75 reviews, nearly 50 favorites, and over 100 followers. Y'all are awesome. Thank you so, so much for the support. Apologies again to the non-spice lovers. For those who enjoy their citrus spicy, I hope this didn't disappoint! I'm still feeling a little insecure about posting something that isn't totally vanilla, but also I can't stand the amount of smut that exists in fanfiction that are just super problematic (read: grossly romaticised portrayal of virginity that's rooted in sexism, first times that are explosive and magical, and tons of orgasmic vocalizations like I'm reading a porno script). So I've been trying to put aside my bashfulness to put out what I hope is less problematic citrus. Fingers crossed that has been relatively successful. Anyways, thank you again for sticking with this story!