Bucky had been expecting Sylvie to push back against him, to bite and scratch, but it doesn't happen. Instead she relaxes against him, and it takes Bucky a moment to realize what she's doing. Not submitting herself to him, no, but something like it. Something better. She's trusting him, handing over the reins, and that sends a rush of sensation through his body, heart throbbing in time with his cock.

He breaks the kiss with a breathless grunt and sinks gracefully to his knees, kissing her breasts, her stomach, then her hip on his way down. His fingers hook into her pants and underwear and he yanks them down almost roughly, shoving them down to her knees and then eagerly burying his face between her legs, practically growling with need as he presses his tongue into her, then up over her clit before he closes his mouth over it and sucks hard.

"I'll take care of you," he promises when he pulls back to take a breath, looking up at her for a moment before diving in again, holding her hips back against the door as he laps at her cunt, pulling out all his tricks just like she had done in the alleyway.

He wants her to come fast and hard, yes, but that's just the beginning. He wants to make her come again and again, as many times as she can stand and then maybe one more time after that, too.