Luna placed one knee on the sofa beside his, planting the other safely on the opposite side.
Her hands went out to the side, her robe unfastening and sliding off her body to reveal that silk slip Bucky hadn’t realized she’d been wearing underneath.
“Oh…doll, you’re amazing…” he breathed, his hands moving up from her thighs to her hips, rucking up the hem as he went.
She smiled and gently tugged his hands away, pressing them back down onto the sofa. She snapped her fingers and the record player started playing. A low, thumping tune he honestly didn’t recognize. He assumed it was one of her records.
She rocked her hips over his, her heated body pressing right against his growing erection.
Arching her back, she reached for his hands again, securing them around her waist as she leaned further and further back. Her breasts nearly spilled from the top of the lacy undergarment.
“Jesus, you’re beautiful…” he murmured.
“Thank you,” Luna murmured in reply.