"Watch how you answer that, I'm in possession of a very important bit of your anatomy at the moment," she replies, her hands braced on his chest. As if a threat, Sylvie tightens all the muscles of her pelvis, knowing Bucky will feel it, and she grins at him. The threat is clearly empty, the heat apparent in her eyes, and she rolls her hips on top of him, sinking further onto his cock.

Her thighs ache pleasantly on either sip of his hips from the stretch, her knees pressed against the stair, and she leans forward, putting one hand on the step behind his head, the other remaining on his chest.

"Aren't I?" she asks again, her voice low, hips moving in an agonizingly slow roll.