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The day had finally come and Bucky Barnes is a nervous fucking wreck. He is scatterbrained, scrambling around the parlor checking and re-checking bouquets, chair placement, and all the other decorations. Hell at one point Rebecca had come over and giggly reminded him that pants are a requirement. He had never been more thankful, then in that moment, that the two of you had chosen a small ceremony. One that would be taking place in the Barnes parlor. So it had been rather easy to rush upstairs and get into his dress slacks, before anyone else could notice. But the moment that crises was averted, he was back to being a fumbling mess. His Ma was holding onto the rings for him. After he had dropped them on three separate occasions, she had softly taken the rings from his hand, a kind smile on her face. "Here James, I'll hold on to these for safe keepings, yes?"He could only nod in agreement, knowing if they were left in his care he would no doubt end up misplacing them. He is pretty sure the preacher has had enough of his anxiousness as well. He has already made the poor old man go over the ceremony eight separate times now. The last time, as Bucky once again fumbled over his vows, trying his best to repeat the words the godly man had just spoken. The Preacher just shook his head, patting Bucky's shoulder in the process, "It's a good thing that you have the love of that young women. A wordsmith you are not Mr. Barnes." He walked away from Bucky after that, his gruff voice replaying over and over in Bucky's head. He needed to get himself together before he ruined this day for you. What kind of woman would want to marry a man who couldn't even speak of his love for her? He takes a deep calming breath, wondering if you are as nervous, at this moment, as he is. You're shaking worse then a rattlesnake's tail right now. Still in disbelief this is actually happening. James Barnes, your best friend's brother, and secret love of your life since you were a child, er...well that isn't a secret anymore. No, not now that you're about to marry that same man. How had this happened? When he had left for war, you was convinced even when he did return, he would never be yours. But then he came home, and from that first day back something had changed. The two of you finally seemed to see each other in the same light. Small conversations followed, the two of you growing closer each day. And then one day he kissed you, or maybe you had kissed him, all that you know is that in the next moment he was revealing his soul to you. The confession of his feelings and the love, he too, had always held for you, was like music to your ears. And from that moment, things inevitably changed between you, albeit for the better. The two of you became almost inseparable from there, and though there were struggles along the way, those struggles only made your bond grow stronger. The night he finally asked you to be his forever, there could be only one answer in your mind. And so now you stand here, your mother's lacey bridal gown, that Rebecca and Winifred had been nice enough to alter to your figure; now draped against your skin. You look at yourself in the mirror, checking over your hair and fiddling with the bouquet of calla lilies in your hand. Wishing desperately that your Mother and Father could be here to see this. "You look beautiful my dear." Winifred's sweet voice whispers from your right side. You turn to her with a soft smile, a blush starting to form at being caught by your Second Mother. "Do you think he will think so too?" Your voice is small and unsure, as you look to yourself once more in the mirror. Winifred clicks her tongue, her eyes searching your face before she finally sighs out. "You and James really are perfect for each other." "And how do you know that?" Your eyes still refuse to find hers. You hear her feet shuffling against the hardwood floors, her figure coming to stand behind you, now reflecting in the mirror. "Because, only two people, so hopelessly in love, could both be this nervous." She chuckles, her hands now coming to rest on your shoulders. "He has loved you since Rebecca first started bringing you around, and don't think I couldn't see that same look in your eyes back then too." She smiles as tears being to prick at your eyes. "It was always meant to be you, I wouldn't be letting him go so easy if it wasn't." You turn quickly now, the two of you embracing in the sweetest of hugs. Her words washing over you, finally calming the demons of doubt in your mind. "I only wish your parents and James father could be here with us." She whispers in your hair. "Someone could have invited me." You and Winifred pull back from your embrace, your eyes scanning the room and finding Rebecca standing in the doorway. "Well get your butt over here then, and give me a hug." You chuckle out, an excited squeal escaping when Rebecca rushes at you. Her arms soon wrap around you, pulling you in tightly to her. "The Preacher sent me to fetch you. The ceremony is ready to start." She mumbles, pulling back to look you over once more. "Come on before James loses his mind and thinks you aren't coming." The room soon fills with the three of yours laughter. The music begins to play, and the few guests in attendance rise from their seats. Bucky shuffles nervously, his eyes darting around the room before finally settling on the doorway your figure would soon be walking though. Rebecca appears first, gracing her brother with a beaming smile. Her eyes dancing with happiness, as she glides her way down the aisle. The music now changes, Bucky's eyes scan the space once more, before finally landing on you. Your standing beside his mother, your trembling hands hold to her securely. Winifred wears a soft reassuring smile, as she looks to her son. Her and your feet soon moving, slowly floating down to meet him. The sight of you takes his breath away. His beautiful angel, wrapped in white lace, and surrounded by golden light. There will never be a more beautiful picture in his mind, then the sight of you in that dress, the fabric gently swaying as you make your way to his side. He tried to keep in the tears, he really did. But seeing you like this, knowing you chose him, over all others, his emotions finally get the better of him. As you come to stand before him, he gently takes your hand in his. A few more tears roll down his face, his voice a shaky whisper. "You look so beautiful doll." You smile to him softly, from under your veil. Giving his hand a reaffirming squeeze, you let your own quivering voice whisper back, "You look very handsome too, James." His smile now is blinding, as confidence finally seems to take over. He stands much taller now, shoulders squaring, as his body turns to face the Preacher. His hand never leaving yours, as he carefully guides you with him, maneuvering you both to stand before the clergyman. The room falls into silence as the Minister clears his tired throat, and begins his speech.
"We are gathered here in the presence of God, family, and friends to unite these two young people in holy matrimony. Marriage is an honorable estate, and is therefore not to be entered into lightly, but reverently, advisedly, soberly, and with God’s blessing. Today, they will receive God’s greatest gift; another person to share with, grow with, change with, be joyful with, and to stand with as one when trials and tribulations enter their lives.
Marriage is a joyous occasion. It is connected in our thoughts with the charm of love, the warmth of home, and with all that is pleasant, as being one of the most important events of our lives. Its sacredness and unity is the most significant and binding covenant known in human relations.
With that, let me charge you both to remember that your future happiness is to be in mutual consideration, patience, kindness, confidence, and affection. It is the duty of each of you to find your greatest joy in the company of each other; to remember that your love pledged today must remain undivided for a lifetime.
It is your duty, young man, to be a considerate, tender, faithful, and loving husband. To support, guide and cherish your wife in prosperity and trouble; to thoughtfully and carefully enlarge the place she holds in your life; to constantly show to her the tokens of your affection, to shelter her from danger, and to love her with an unchangeable love.
It is your duty, my dear, to be a considerate, tender, faithful, and loving wife; to comfort, guide and cherish your husband in prosperity and trouble; to give to him the unfailing pieces of evidence of your affection; and to continue making the place he holds in your heart, broader and deeper; to support him, value him and work with him to make your marriage the very best that it can be.
I call your attention to the seriousness of the decision which you have made and the covenant you are about to declare before God. The vows you are about to take care not to be taken without careful thought, for in them you are committing yourselves exclusively to one another for as long as you both shall live."
He looks to you both once more, his eye shimmering with tears, as he once again clears he throat and continues on.
"If you are ready to assume the obligations and duties before God, as I have defined them, you will unite your hands and pledge your love and your lives to each other.
Young man repeat after me
I, take you, to be my lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, for as long as we both shall live. This is my solemn vow."
Bucky clears his overly dry throat, turning to face you now, his eyes sure and voice confident, as he takes your hand in his and makes his pledge to you. "I, take you, my sweet, sweet doll, to be my lawfully wedded wife, to have and god I hope hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, but probably poorer, and we already know in sickness and in health, since without you nursing me I wouldn't even be here. And I will always love and cherish you, for as long as we both shall live. Ain't no getting rid of me unless I'm dead doll. This is my solemn vow." He smirks at you proudly, and you can't help but admit that you prefer his version better, as a few tears streak down your cheeks. The man of god even seems amused, chuckling and shaking his head, before turning to address you now.
"My Sweet Dear, will you now please repeat after me.
I, take you, to be my husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, for as long as we both shall live. This is my solemn vow."
You take a steadying breath, hoping to exhale away the nervousness once again flooding over you. But when you look to James, his love pouring out to you through his eyes, the nervousness evaporates and you find yourself ready to make a pledge of your own. "My dearest James, I, take you, my love, and will over and over again from this moment forward, to be my husband, you're the only one I'll have and the only one I want to hold, from this day forward, no matter how better, or even how worse, And you know I care not for money my love, Poor we can be, as long as we are together. I'll tend to you through sickness and cheers to your health, there will never be a day I do not love you or do not cherish you, for as long as we both shall live. And don't think death will separate us either, I'll be right beside you for all of eternity. This is my solemn vow." You try to chuckle out the last part, but your sobs get the better of you, your emotions finally becoming too much and taking control. Bucky's own face is stained with tears, as he looks to you in awe. The preacher smiles to you warmly, but before he can continue Winifred suddenly bursts forward from her seat. "Sorry, oh I'm so so sorry to interrupt, it's just...I..I..I have the rings." She huffs out, coming to stand before you and James, handing you each the ring you would need for the next part of the ceremony. "I knew that was next and couldn't let there be a stall in the services." She suddenly blushes as she realizes that is what is happening now. "Sorry father, I'll just head back to my seat now. Love you both." When Winifred is comfortable once more in her chair, the minister looks to you both, smiling once more.
"You will now exchange rings as a symbol of the lifelong commitment and abiding love which you as husband and wife have promised to each other.
Young Man, please place the ring on the young ladies finger, and repeat after me.
I give you this ring as a sign of my love and faithfulness."
Bucky's hand is trembling, as he gently places the small ring on your equally small finger. As he push the band back and down, into it's position to rest on your finger. He repeats the words back to you. "I give you this ring as a sign of my love and faithfulness."
"And My Dear, please place the ring on your young man's finger and repeat after me.
I give you this ring as a sign of my love and faithfulness."
You take Bucky's large hand in yours, your other hand placing the ring onto his round finger. You gently push it into it's spot, a beaming smile on your veil clad face. "I give you this ring as a sign of my love and faithfulness." The Ministers voice is soon filling the space of the room once more.
"Now having witnessed your vows for marriage before God and all who are assembled here, by the authority invested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride!"
The room erupts in cheers, chants of "Kiss her" float through the air. Bucky's hand is quick, lifting your veil up and over, in one swift motion. When your face is finally free for him to take in for the first time, he once again whispers, "Beautiful.." before his hand is now cupping your face, as his lips gently crash to yours. Your first kiss as husband and wife is gentle, but full of all the love the two of you share. And though the kiss was short, the two of you still had enough time to express to one another just how strong that love truly was. And as the two of you pull back from one another, turning now to face your family and friends. A small blush paint both of your cheeks, while smiles lay on your lips. The voice of the preacher, once again washes over the crowd.
"It is my pleasure to introduce you to you for the first time,
Mr. and Mrs. James Buchanan Barnes."
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The reception had been very lovely. Everyone raised a toast to the two of you, the food was ate, wine was drunk, the cake was cut, and you danced till your hearts content. But, as you now stand before your house, the home that would now be not only yours, but yours and James, you suddenly feel like the whole thing had been over rather quickly. Your nervous, how could you not be. You'd never shared a bed with a man, let alone lived with one. But you are a married woman now, you couldn't very well expect your husband to go back to living with his mother. Though, Winifred might understand your reservations, so maybe you could convince him to........No, this is your husband, your James. You can do this. "Penny for your thoughts doll?" You hear James whisper to you. Turning you find him standing at the front door, his feet shuffling back and forth. You realize then, he is nervous too.This some how calms you, and you find yourself moving to stand closer to him. "Just realizing this is our home. We are married James, soon there will be little you's and me's running around here...." You stop yourself realizing you may have gotten a little a head of yourself. You were just married, that didn't mean he was ready to discuss a family yet. But Bucky is just beaming at you. "You really mean that? You'd wanna family with me doll?" "Of course I want a family with you, a little boy or girl with your bright eyes..." "And your soft curls..." Your cheeks burn at his statement, the realization hitting that he had thought of this too. Thought of what your children might look like, hoping they held what he deemed to be your best pieces. "Shall we go in?" Your cheeks burn, knowing what is to come next, and knowing you still had no idea of what to expect. What if he didn't like what he saw once you both stood in all your naked glory? What if you did something wrong, made a weird face or noise? It would help if you had some clue of what was to come, but you'd never let any man get that close. Always holding hope that James would be the one you'd experience those things with. And now, here you are, with the man you had always wanted to be with. And yet, you can't help but wish you had maybe been a little more adventurous. "Ok Doll stay right here." James interrupts your thoughts once more, and you watch as he turns and opens the doors wide, before turning to you with a wide smirk, "Come on Doll, gotta carry you over the threshold." He pulls you to his side, then carefully wraps each of your arms around his neck, before bending down and then in one swift motion, scoops you with his arm securing you snuggly to him, smirking the whole time while you stare shocked. "Been practicing that with Becca. That's not weird is it?" "Not at all." Your voice is breathy, his earlier actions casing things below to begin to stir. At hearing you, Bucky's look is devilish. His arm holds you some how tighter, his steps confident as he walks you through the doorframe. He gently places you back down, turning to close and lock the doors, his eyes then back on you again. He wears a shy smile on his face, "Shall we head to bed?" You can only nod, voice suddenly lost due to anticipation. "Lead the way Mrs. Barnes." Up the stairs and down the hallways, you lead James, to what at one time, had been your parents marital bedroom. But when the decision was made that the two of you would live in the home your parents left you, that way Rebecca could be left the Barnes home, ensuring she would always have a place of her own whether she chose to marry or not; you took it upon yourself to have the large room remodeled and set-up to now be the two of your's marital room. You only hoped he was pleased with how it had turned out. Rebecca had been kind enough to help you with the large endeavor, and Winifred had even brought over a few pieces that had belonged to James' father. The Large chest of drawers, that contained the clothing Rebecca had been sneaking over in small batches from James closet, had belonged to George. There was also a few old cologne bottles and even his shaving kit, sitting proudly on display on top the chest of drawers. And since the room was so large Winifred had also been kind enough to gift you hers and George's sitting chairs, that according to her, "have been hiding in George's office and collecting dust for far too long." They now found a home nestled near the fireplace. The bed was large, but you had made sure to purchase a firmer mattress. Remembering how James had told you he still has a hard time sleeping on things too soft, after spending so long sleeping on the hard ground during the war. You did how ever opt for softer sheets and blankets, though you did buy a set that wasn't as soft, in case James didn't like the others. On the bottom half of the bed, was a folded quilt that Rebecca and Winifred had made for you and James as a house warming/wedding present. You had decided to leave the wallpaper as it was, as you had always loved the flower pattern. Little bursts of greens, purples, blues, and pinks, made up the flowers and vines, a bright contrast to the otherwise white paper. You watched as James took in the room, walking to the large dresser and picking up one of the bottles. When he turns to you there are tears in his eyes, "Are...are these my father's?" You nod out before you find a voice and answer, "Yes, and the chest of drawers....oh and over here," You move to stand near the sitting chairs, "These were your mother and father's. Your mom thought you would like it. Is...is it ok?" You suddenly feel nervous, maybe it was too much having these reminders here. James has his arm wrapped around you only moments later. Pulling you snuggly to his chest, his nose finding your hair. "It's perfect doll...Thank you. I love it." You're smiling into his chest, beyond thankful he was happy with his new home. "I'm glad you like it." You mumble into his broad chest. He pulls back, looking deeply into your eyes. His hand runs up and finds rest in your hair. His lips soon find yours, soft at first but soon he craves more. Running his tongue along the crease of your lips, and once you moan into his mouth, his tongue stakes it's claim. Pushing forward and flicking against yours and then pinning it, before sucking it into his own mouth, letting his teeth scrap against the squishy flesh. You moan again, chasing his lips when he pulls back with a smirk. He begins placing soft kisses against your cheek, then down to your chin, then finally peppers the skin of your neck. "I'm not sure how this will work doll, but I can't wait to get my taste of you." His voice vibrates against your too hot skin. Your head is clouded, as you try and form a response. "I could sit on your face." Your mouth snaps shut, a raging blush burning your skin, the realization of what you'd just said washing over you. James of course is in a teasing mood, paying no mind to the mortification you've caused yourself. "Yea? That what you like doll?" He wasn't prepared for you to push past him though, fleeing to the farthest side of the room. "Doll? Hey don't be embarrassed. What's wrong?" Your hands have come to cover your face, your head shaking side to side, trying your hardest to make this entire situation go away. James hand on your elbow has you coming to an immediate stop. "Doll?" His voice so soft and tender, you can't help but drop your hands and look to him. Your lip quivers as you try and find your voice. "I..I..I don't know what I like James." You drop your gaze again, but James hand is quick to catch it. Gently tilting your chin till your eyes are looking at his. "I've never done anything with anyone, I guess I always hoped it'd be you, so I never dated, never let anyone get close enough for things like that to happen. I'm sorry I should have told you how inexperienced I was...." You are once again pulled into a firm chest, James softly shushing you. "Doll please don't think I'm upset about that. I'm honored to be your first...and I need to be honest about something myself." He pulls back looking at you shyly, clearing his throat before he continues. "I know Steve always claimed me a ladies man, but the truth is I only ever took them dancing, I uh, I'm pretty inexperienced myself doll. I guess I just always hoped my first time would be with you too." At his confession your arms are around him in minutes. Wrapping him in the tightest hug you can muster. "Really? Do you really mean that James?" Your big doe eyes are looking at him like he hangs the moon, and he has to swallow hard against your gaze. "I do doll, we will figure things out together, take it slow ok?" His voice is kind, no teasing can be heard. And you find yourself once again relaxing, nodding against his chest. "Can I..umm..help you out of your dress?" Bucky's face is burning as you look to him with a playful smirk. You turn your body, so your back is to his chest. Moving your hair out of the way so he has access to the zipper. His hand is trembling as he reaches up and grabs hold of the delicate metal object. His movement is slow, almost torturous, as he releases you from your garment. You take a few steps away from him, before letting the material fall from your body, the lace and satin lay in a pile at your feet. You slowly turn, eyes still fixed on the floor, afraid of what James will think when he finally sets his eyes on you. Your body barley covered by the white and blue negligee, that the lady at the store had insisted would bring your husband to his knees. When Bucky gets his first sight of you, he can barley stifle the moan bubbling in his throat. You have more skin on display then he has ever been granted access too. Your breasts peek out at him, through the almost see-through material. The thin garment couldn't be offering you much warmth either, because your shaking like a leaf. His eyes continue to roam down your body, and at the sight of your stocking clad legs, he finally releases a groan. God he loved the way those white stockings looked against your skin, he couldn't wait to run his hands and face up them, he was beyond grateful you hadn't removed those and your heels before turning to him. When his eyes finally find your face once more, he is disappointed to see you refusing to look him in the eyes. He moves the few steps it takes to be standing infront of you once more. His hand ever so delicately lifting your chin, "Please don't hide from me doll. Your so gorgeous, please let me see that pretty smile." Your eyes finally find his, and his hand gently strokes against your cheek. "There she is, baby look at you. Do you have any idea what you do to me?" When you don't answer, but instead shake your head no, Bucky firmly grasps your hand and places it on his hardening manhood. Your gasp at the feel of him, only spurs him on. "You feel that baby, feel how hard that pretty body has me already?" "James." You moan out, letting your fingers run along the tent forming in his pants, as his lips find their way to your neck. He sucks and nibbles harshly, his tongue darting out to lap at the now bruised skin. "Mmm, gonna make you feel so good doll." He mumbles against your skin, goosebumps erupting from the vibrations. He suddenly pulls back, and with that same devilish look from earlier, he toss you over his shoulder like it's nothing, eliciting a squeal of excitement from you. "Jamie what are you doing?" You giggle out, taking the time to enjoy your perfect view of his round behind, before you are suddenly tossed onto the firm bed, landing with a bounce and a "Humph." Bucky is quick to box you in, his large figure looming over yours, pushing you further into the mattress as his eyes rake over your body once more. "Told ya doll, gonna make you feel good." His lips capture yours before you can make any protests. His desire seeping in, as he nibbles your lips before pushing his tongue between them. The kiss is dominating, fierce, and Bucky just can't seem to get enough of you. His lips soon find your chin, biting the skin there before moving his way down your neck. Nibbling and sucking gently, as he makes his descent. You're moaning beneath him, and he feels a swell of pride in his chest at being the cause of such sweet, sweet noises. He kisses down your collarbone, his tongue then trailing down to the crevasse of your breasts. His mouth finds your covered nipple, his hot breath only causing the bud to harden further. He lets the tip of his tongue dart out to teasingly flick against the hard nub. You are squirming beneath him, moaning his name and begging him, for what you aren't quite sure. "James...oh..oh please...." He only chuckles, then goes back to his previous exploits. His saliva causing the wet material to now cling to your breast. James is switching sides now, and you find yourself grinding down on him, as heat begins to pool in your belly. You can't help but feel like he has too much clothes on, you want to explore his skin too, to map out the places where your touch brings forth the same feelings his does with you. You tug on his shirt in frustration, desperate for your skin to be on his, desperate to finally see him in all his beauty. You're grinding harder against his thigh, groaning and wondering how long his shirt is, as you continue to untuck it from his pants. Bucky pulls out of your graps, enjoying the groan of annoyance that falls from your lips. "Tsk-tsk, now doll, I said I was gonna make you feel good. But you're being awfully impatient." He chuckles as your lips begins to pout, ducking down and giving it a sweet peck before moving himself from you completely and standing at the end of the bed near your feet. You whine out in frustration, tying to setup and get a better look at him. His hand is on your ankle now, a look in his eyes that you can't quite recognize, but still has flames building throughout your body. He tugs you down the bed, dragging your body to him as if you are weightless. "James...." Your squeal becomes a moan, when he begins placing kissing down your leg. "Been teasing me far too long with these stockings." Bucky nibbles on your calf, basking in the gasp he pulls from you. His mouth now kisses your ankle, his grip tightening when you moan out. His teeth find the spike of you heel, biting it then ripping it from your foot and tossing it across the room, winking to your shocked expression. "Gotta be creative doll, only got the one arm now." He shrugs. His mouth now finds your foot, letting his hot breath tease your toes and then the pad of skin that rest below. He blows an experimental line down your foot, watching with glee as your eyes roll back and you fall against the bed, moaning out is name in the process. He nibbles your heel, your ankle, all the way down to your calf once more. "James...please...." Your voice is laced with lust, as you squirm in his grasp. "What is it doll? Tell me what you need." His voice is smooth as butter, as his lips find your calf once more, moving his way up till he's kissing the tops of your knees. He slowly bends your leg, resting your foot down gently onto the bed. His hand delicately creeps up, unclasping the garter and then slowly rolling the stocking down your legs, exposing even more skin for him to explore. He turns to the other leg, following his previous procedures until the skin on this leg is also free for his lips to taste. You let out a contented sigh, as he slowly runs his hand up your soft skin, squeezing gently when he gets to the flesh of your thigh. His lips follow suit, nipping your thigh before switching to the next leg. His head soon disappears below your nighty. "James? What are you....oh...oh god...." James smirks against your clothed core, letting his tongue again dart out and tease your already wet lips. His tongue licks a strip up your panties, a groan of his own escaping at the taste of you. "Fuck doll, taste so good but I want more, gonna let me get my full taste aren't you?" You grinding down on his face is good enough answer for him, his hand reaching up and easily ripping the flimsy material from your core. His nose pressing down against you, inhaling deep and groaning out when he catches your scent. "Fuck...smell so good, so wet all for me." His tongue is lapping at your lips, teasing you till you feel as though you'll burst at any moment. And when his hand comes up, spreading you wide for him and allowing his tongue to now dance around your clit. Your own hands shoot up and find rest in his hair, trying desperately to get his face even closer. "Hmm so needy my precious doll." He mumbles into your soaking cunt, sparks of electricity erupt in it's wake. Bucky lets his tongue explore you more, flicking against your nub before running another thick stripe from your clenching hole to your sensitive clit. His lips now wrapping around the little nub and sucking gently. Your tugs in James hair become frantic, as the pleasure slowly builds, your body becoming an inferno as James continues his exploration. "James....oh fuck...It's too much please...." But he only hums against you, his actions never stopping, as the fear that you may spontaneously combust at any moment, becomes stronger and stronger. And then his teeth scrape against the oh so sensitive bud, and you find yourself free falling. "James!" Being screamed as the pleasure explodes throughout your body, leaving you a trembling mess. James continues to lap at you, his movement never halting, helping to ride you through your first orgasm. Your body soon relaxes, your hands leaving his hair, falling to the bed like jello as you sigh out happily. Bucky pulls himself out from between your thighs, a proud smile painting his face. He scans your panting form, you look wrecked already, but he hasn't had his fill of you yet. You open your eyes slowly, and when they lock with his, he can see you haven't had enough of him either. "James..." You sigh out, reaching an arm out towards him. He chuckles, his arm reaching out for yours and tugging you up to him. "Did I make you feel good doll." His sultry voice mumbles into your neck. "You did, wanna make you feel good too." Your hands are again tugging at his shirt, and when finally free, dipping below the fabric and running up the muscles of his abs. But before you can make it any further, James hand stops you, his eyes pleading for you to understand. "It's...uh....not pretty under here doll...the scars...." Your scoff cuts Bucky off from proceeding. "I've seen your shoulder James, I took care of you for over a month while you where sick. And nothing about the way you look, deterred me then and won't now." Your voice is sure, as your hands grip tight to his shirt, yanking it hard. Buttons scatter across the room, James gasping at your actions. "I said I want to make you feel good too James, and part of that is going to be making you feel as beautiful as you make me feel." You tug the offensive material off his body, James frozen to the spot, shocked about what has just unfolded before him. Your lips now find his shoulder, laying soft kisses up and down his scars. "You are beautiful James. And I love every single inch of you, even your scars." You feel him shudder beneath you. "Your too good for me doll." He softly mumbles out as your lips continue to explore him. He gently maneuvers the two of you, so he is now resting against the head board, as you straddle his lap. Nipping and sucking at his skin, like he had not long ago done to yours. Your tongue tracing over all his sensitive areas, and downright gleeful at the sounds you are pulling from your burly man. You grind down on his hardened cock, and suddenly feel very empty. Your hands now find his belt, the metal clanking as you trying desperately to free it. James is again chuckling, "Something the matter doll?" "Wanna feel you inside me." You finally tug the belt free, hands reaching now to unbutton his pants. He again chuckles, softly moving you off of him, so he can get himself undressed. You tug the negligee off of your own body, as James lets his pants and boxers fall to the floor. You both take a moment to fully take one another in, but when your eyes finally get sight of what he has between his legs, you gulp hard and a new fear suddenly runs threw you. "Is...is it supposed to be that big? I..I really don't think it'll fit James." You look to him frantic, but his calm demeanor soothes you immediately. "It's ok doll, we will go slow remember. I'll fit I promise." His hand comes out to gently stroke your cheek. "I'm gonna need you to be on top doll, atleast until I can figure out another way can you do that for me?" You nod out yes, and James gets himself comfortable on the bed, "Come straddle me like before honey." You fumble a little, as you climb into his lap, hovering yourself above his engorged manhood. James hand holds tight to his cock, running a few cautious strokes through your soaking wet lips. Your hips buck, at the feel of his head pushing against you. "Shhh, calm love, gotta get it nice and wet so it slides in nice and easy m'kay?" "Oh...ok." Your skins blushes, your gaze fixated on the spot where you two meet. And when his bulbous head nudges against your already abused clit, you moan out unabashedly. "Oh..fuck James." He is nudging at your hole now, and the stretch is something you can't quite explain. There is pain but also pleasure, as you allow yourself to slowly sink down onto him. He is hissing beneath you, as you sinking even further down, your muscles clenching around his veiny member. Once completely seated on him, you moan out his name, fluttering madly around his large member deep inside you. "Fuck doll, so fucking tight. Gotta move baby, choking me so good." James grunts out. You let your self slowly rise up before sinking down again. Basking in the grunts and moans you are pulling from your soldier. "Fuck so perfect doll, fuck just like that." He mumbles into your shoulder, biting the skin there before lapping the pain away. "James...so big, so good." You shriek out as you steadily begin to bounce on him. "Shit, thats it. Yes baby, shit not gonna last long doll. Fuck." He grunts out, shuffling beneath you. "Grab the head board for me baby. Gotta cum with me doll m'kay." You do as James tells you, watching with curiosity, as he bends his knees and plants his feet firmly on the bed. His arm wraps round your waist next, and you hold on for dear life as he begins to thrust up into you with vigor. "James oh...oh...yes...please yes...." You gasp out as his pistons up inside of you. Your walls are fluttering, grasping firmly to James cock and pulling him further inside of you. "Oh shit doll, you gonna cum for me, fuck please say your gonna cum...m'so close baby." "Yes James...please just like that...don't stop...oh...oh god yes!!!!" You plead with him, your moans filling the room, as his large member presses against your cervix. Your pleasure building fast, pushing you with the force of a freight train, barreling towards the edge. He shifts slightly, and the new angle is exactly what you needed, clenching down on James as you explode with ecstasy. "Fuck doll...fuck...yes." Bucky again bites down on your shoulder, as he finds his own pleasure. Exploding inside of you, the evidence squishing out of you and raining down on the sheets. You ride out your pleasure before falling onto James exhausted. He kisses the top of your head, "You're so amazing doll. God that was better then I ever imagined. I'm so glad I waited for you." His voice vibrates through your hair. "Me too James. That was....fucking perfect." You mumble into his chest. He is moving beneath you now, slowly pulling his softening member from you, then maneuvering you so your laying on the bed. Bucky's eyes catch sight of the blood mixed with the two of yours cum, drying on his cock. "It..it didn't hurt did it doll?" His voice barley a whisper. "Only for a second, then it was just...." You giggle out hiding your face." James looks to you with a curious smirk, "It was what doll?" "I never knew anything could fell so good, I can't believe married people aren't just in bed all day long." You ramble out paying no mind to the fact the Bucky is about to lose it, as he stares at you. His boisterous laugh suddenly bringing your attention to him. "I'm gonna have to get myself a chastity belt, won't be able to keep your hands off me other wise." He giggles out, before disappearing from your room. "James? James?" You call out to him, but get no answer. Right as you're about to crawl from the bed though, he pops back into the room, a wash cloth in hand. "Where did you get that?" You question him. James only chuckles out, "The washroom silly, I did spend as much time playing here with you and Becca as you did at my house doll. I could never forget where things are. This was my second home, like Stevie's place was." He begins to gently wipe up the mess between your legs. "Oh...of course." You blush, he was so kind, taking care of you so delicately. His figure disappears again, coming back moments later empty handed. You shuffle on the bed, pulling the blankets down and getting comfy as Bucky climbs in. He pulls you to his side, and you snuggle into him, a contented sigh escaping, as his warmth washes over you. He again kisses the top of your head, letting himself relax for maybe the first time since he's been home. "Good night Mrs. Barnes, I love you doll." He sighs out, his hot breath puffing out and rustling your hair. "Good night Mr. Barnes, I love you too." You pepper his chest with light kisses before snuggling back down into him. The two of you soon falling into a peaceful slumber, the sounds of your soft snores, mixing and floating around the room.