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Blizzard of Desire - part 2
“Morning,” Bucky’s voice, rough from sleep, sends a shiver down your spine.
As you slowly regain consciousness, memories of last night come flooding back – the intense passion that ignited between you both as strangers thrown together by fate in this remote cabin.
You open your eyes to find Bucky gazing at you intently, his blue eyes piercing through the dim morning light.
There’s a newfound sense of vulnerability in his expression, and it takes your breath away.
As he leans in closer, you can feel the warmth radiating from his body, and the anticipation of what might happen next is almost unbearable.
As Bucky’s fingers brush your hair aside to check your frostbitten earlobe, you hold your breath, your pulse racing.
This first intimate touch after last night’s passion feels like a new beginning – the moment when barriers are broken and true vulnerability is revealed.
You can sense the power dynamics shifting between you both as your bodies begin to respond involuntarily to each other’s presence.
“You’re shivering,” Bucky remarks, his eyes locked onto yours.
There’s an unspoken intensity in that simple statement – a recognition of the sexual tension that still lingers between you, and the shared knowledge that there is more to explore.
Vulnerability clings to both of you like a second skin as you each grapple with your own desires and fears amidst this sweltering attraction.
“We need to stay warm,” Bucky says, his voice barely a whisper, as he pulls you closer.
The implicit mutual consent in that statement sends an electric jolt through your body, igniting the passion that has been smoldering within you since you first met.
As Bucky’s arms wrap around you, you can’t ignore the feel of his body against yours – strong, warm, and all too tempting.
“Let me make you feel good,” he whispers in your ear before trailing hot, wet kisses down your neck, sending shivers through your entire being.
His fingers glide over your skin, exploring every inch with a delicate yet firm touch that drives you wild with desire.
You arch your back in response to his ministrations, inviting him deeper into the realm of pleasure you both crave.
Bucky’s lips find their way to your breasts, and he begins to tease each nipple with careful precision – sucking, licking, and nibbling until they are hardened peaks, aching for more.
Your moans fill the cabin as you succumb to the pleasure he bestows upon you, lost in a haze of sensation.
As he lavishes attention on your breasts, his hands roam lower, teasing your eager wetness before sliding inside with a slow, deliberate stroke.
Your breath hitches, and you grip his shoulders tightly as his fingers explore the depths of your desire.
His touch is masterful – knowing exactly how to make you squirm and beg for more.
Each thrust is met with a moan or a whimper from your lips, your body twisting underneath him in search of release.
Bucky’s lips find their way back to yours as he continues his relentless assault on your pleasure centers.
The combination of his touch, the taste of his kisses, and the filthy whispers in your ear are almost too much for you to bear.
Your body trembles with anticipation, craving the sweet release that seems just out of reach.
Just as you’re about to reach the edge, Bucky pulls back, leaving you gasping for air and aching with need.
He smiles at your frustration, knowing he has full control over your pleasure – a power dynamic you both secretly crave in this moment.
“Do you want me to make you feel good again?” he asks playfully, his eyes dark with desire.
You nod, unable to form words as the need for release consumes you completely.
As Bucky’s fingers begin their dance once more, you know that your climax is coming – and when it does, there will be no turning back from this fiery passion that has engulfed both of you in this remote cabin.
“This is just for warmth,” you say, your voice betraying your rising desire as you sit next to Bucky, wrapped in blankets.
The fire crackles in front of you both, casting a soft glow on your faces and adding an element of intimacy to the already charged atmosphere.
You can feel his eyes on you, appraising your every move, and it sends shivers down your spine.
The initial connection between you is undeniable.
In this remote cabin, with nothing but each other for company, the boundaries between strangers and lovers have blurred, leaving only a raw, unbridled desire that begs to be explored.
Bucky’s hand finds its way to your waist, his touch setting your skin ablaze despite the cold.
You tense up at first, unsure of how far you want to take this, but as he gently strokes your side, something within you melts away, allowing his fingers to slip beneath your shirt and trace patterns on your heated skin.
His touch is slow, deliberate, each caress sending an electric current through your body that spreads like wildfire.
Your breath catches in your throat as his hand moves higher, cupping your breast with a confidence that leaves no room for doubt.
You moan softly, unable to contain the pleasure that washes over you.
Your eyes meet Bucky’s, and it is there, in those intense blue depths, that all your fears and reservations are laid bare.
The firelight reflects off his face, illuminating a desire that matches your own.
His lips part slightly, the anticipation of another kiss drawing you closer to him like a magnetic force.
His fingers continue their exploration, teasing your nipple until it is hard and aching for more.
You arch your back, silently begging for his touch, but he seems content to draw out the pleasure, knowing full well that anticipation is an aphrodisiac in itself.
His lips are mere inches from yours, his breath hitching as he whispers, “Are we still just trying to stay warm?” The question hangs between you, heavy with meaning and the promise of something more.
It’s a crossroads, a moment where you must decide if you want to take this further or retreat back into the safety of mere friendship.
For a moment, you hesitate, but as Bucky’s fingers graze your other nipple, sending another wave of pleasure through your body, any lingering reservations are washed away by the tide of desire.
“Fuck it,” you mutter, closing the gap between you and kissing him fiercely.
Bucky responds in kind, his lips crashing against yours with an urgency that cannot be denied.
Your tongues twist together, dancing to a primal rhythm as your hands explore each other’s bodies, desperate for more contact.
His hand slides underneath your shirt once more, gripping the back of your head and pulling you even closer as his kisses grow hungrier, more insistent.
You moan into his mouth, your body arching against him in an attempt to feel every inch of his skin.
As Bucky’s hand finds its way down to your lower belly, his fingers brushing against the waistband of your jeans, you can feel your heart racing, your pulse quickening as he inches closer to the apex of your desire.
You gasp as he finally slips his fingers beneath your underwear and begins to stroke you through the thin fabric that separates him from your aching flesh.
Your hips buck involuntarily, pushing against his hand in search of more pressure, more pleasure.
Bucky seems to sense your need, and with a swift motion, he slides your panties down and discards them on the floor beside you both.
You’re left exposed, vulnerable, but there is no room for self-consciousness as his fingers begin to explore your wet folds.
Your breath comes in short gasps now, each touch of Bucky’s fingers sending a jolt of pleasure through your core.
He circles your clit, teasing it gently before finally giving into the pressure and rubbing it with firm, purposeful strokes that have you crying out in ecstasy.
Your hands are everywhere now, tangled in his hair, gripping his shoulders as he brings you closer to release.
The world around you fades away, reduced to nothing but the heat of Bucky’s touch and the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body.
As he continues his relentless assault on your pleasure centers, you feel yourself teetering on the edge, desperate to fall into the abyss of bliss that beckons just beyond reach.
You’re close now, so close, and as Bucky leans in to whisper dirty words against your ear, your climax crashes over you like a wave, taking with it any remaining reservations or concerns, leaving only pure, unadulterated pleasure in its wake.
You shudder and cry out his name, clinging to him as the aftershocks of your orgasm continue to reverberate through your body.
Bucky holds you close, his fingers still gently stroking your sensitized flesh while he kisses your neck, whispering words of praise and adoration that further cement the intimacy between you both.
As you catch your breath, your eyes meet once more, and it is in that moment that you know there’s no turning back.
This is about more than just surviving the cold now; it’s about exploring a connection that runs deeper than either of you could have anticipated when first stumbling upon this remote cabin in the woods.
As Bucky leans in for another passionate kiss, you know that your journey together has only just begun.
The fire crackles softly beside you both, casting warm light on a new chapter in your lives – one of desire, discovery, and the unyielding power of human connection.