Bucky didn't bite back his moan when she pulled up close to him. He let it hum deep in his chest. "I'm very certain about that." He promised as he dipped under her chin and lightly scraped his teeth over the soft part of her jaw.
He chuckled softly when she palmed his behind. His thumbs found the peak of her breasts, and he scraped the edge over it. "It works every time too. Something about the slap of your thighs against his, and the jiggle. The look on your face, with it turned up." He whispered, adding to that picture he'd painted.