Bucky made mental note of that. Big or little, she was his Mouse. He'd definitely have to give the guy something of the third degree when he bumped into him. What kind of Dad would he be if he didn't. "All yours." He growled softly when she pressed her lips to his superheated skin, the noise seemed to vibrate over his flesh.
He wasn't sure she wanted him to be a delicate lover, he wasn't sure he could be, right then. He slipped a hand beneath the hem of the gartered slip she wore. His fingers slid up her thigh until he found her damp like she promised. He pushed two fingers inside her. "You are, such a good girl. Just like you said you'd be." Rather than pump his fingers into her, he teased a little, stirring his thick digits inside her, before easing them out, and beneath the slip.
Bucky slipped those fingers into his mouth and sucked on them slowly, loudly. Drawing her taste off. "And just as delicious as I thought you'd be, too."