"Spent"

Chapter Fifty-Five

By Darthelwig

*** I own nothing. I'm just having fun. ***

Wanda sat facing him, legs straddling his lap, and he wrapped his arms around her, anchoring her to him. She brushed her lips over his, a tease and an invitation, before bending her head to his neck and dragging her teeth and tongue over his sensitive skin. He stroked his palms over her back to soothe them both, unwilling to speed things up quite yet, wanting to draw this out and enjoy her.

His lover. His Wanda.

He opened his mouth to her next kiss, breathing her in even as she refused him a taste, flicking her tongue over his lips before pulling away. He nuzzled her cheek, her ear, her neck, letting his breath play over her skin and smiling, gratified, when she shivered.

"Let me," he whispered in her ear. Her hands clutched at his shoulders as her legs tightened against his thighs.

"You want something?" she absolutely purred. The sensual drawl to her voice set heat flaring in his gut, in his cock, and he tangled his fingers in her hair to bring her face to his.

"Let me," he repeated, wanting to hear it, needing it from her.

"Take what you want, Vis," she said, heavy-lidded eyes filled with lust. "Take it."

Fingers tight in her hair, he leaned his head across the short distance between them and kissed her hungrily. He groaned at the taste, the heat and silkiness of her sweet mouth. She opened to him willingly, wantonly, kissing him back just as greedily as she rocked her wet, hot core against his cock. The sensation was almost too much, it threatened to undo him, but he slowed their kisses, smoothed his fingers through her hair, focused on regaining his threadbare control.

Still, he kept kissing her, exploring her plush lips with softer, sweeter kisses that were still nowhere near chaste. He felt drunk on her, his head spinning more with every sip from her ruby lips.

"Is that... all... you wanted?" she asked in the breaths between kisses.

"Do you enjoy driving me mad?" he replied, looking at her. The sparkle in her eyes was answer enough, but she draped her arms across his shoulders and gave a long, slow, sensual roll of her hips that had him gasping.

"I just wanna make you happy, Vis," she said, her voice low and seductive. "I think I can make you very happy," she whispered against his lips, sending a shudder through him. Her hand slid down into his lap, stroking his cock through his pants, and he moaned. God, this woman. What she did to him.

"You got what you wanted," Wanda said with a sexy smile. "Now it's my turn."

Taking the hint, Vision phased his clothes off. The moment the warm, soft skin of her hand touched his cock, he was lost. He wanted nothing more than to give her whatever she wanted. Anything, as long as she kept touching him. His head tipped back as she stroked him, slim fingers exploring his length.

"Look at me, Vis," she said firmly. He raised his head to look at her, and she was smiling coyly. "You know what I want?"

He couldn't think, couldn't answer, could just stare at the goddess before him.

"I want this big cock inside me. I wanna feel it filling me up. I wanna fuck it. Does that sound good to you?"

He nodded wordlessly, but she shook her head and rubbed her thumb over the head oh his cock, making him groan.

"I wanna hear you say it. Do you want me to fuck your big cock, Vis? Is that what you want?"

"Yes. Yes," he gasped. "I want you to fuck me."

She leaned forward and kissed him deeply, greedily, as she pushed her tiny panties to the side and slid down onto his firm shaft. She was tight and hot, a velvet fist around his cock, and no matter how many times he got to be inside of her, he knew he would never tire of it. She was perfect, felt perfect, every time.

Then she began to move, and he couldn't help the moans tumbling from his lips. Their mouths crashed together in sloppy, mutual need, tongues dueling as their bodies came together. She moved slowly, setting a delicious rhythm that let him savor every moment of being inside of her. She was trembling in his arms as she rode him, but she kept her pace steady and certain.

He grabbed her hips, guiding her, using his hold as leverage as he began to thrust up into her. She braced herself on his chest and stilled, let him fuck up into her as hard as he wanted. He watched her intently as she threw her head back, the sounds she was making all the encouragement he could need. Thankful for his synthetic capabilities, he pounded up into her tirelessly, chasing that ultimate pleasure for them both.

"That's it, Vis," she said breathlessly. "Take it. Take me." He could tell she was close. Hell, he was close. It would be a minor miracle if he could hold on until she came. She felt so fucking good.

"I want you to come," he gritted out between clenched teeth.

"Oh fuck," she gasped. Then her hips jerked and her body clamped down on his cock as she tumbled over the edge into ecstasy. Her sweet little pussy milked his shaft, and he lasted only a few more thrusts before he was following her into bliss. His orgasm didn't wash over him so much as swallow him whole, all he was aware of was the blinding pleasure.

He opened his eyes, wondered briefly when he had closed them, and took in the sight before him of Wanda absolutely wrecked as she sat on his lap with his cock inside her. Her skirt was down, covering the place where they were still joined. He smoothed the hair back from her sweaty face and kissed her gently.

"Was that everything you wanted?" he asked.

"Was it for you?" she retorted with an arched brow, and he had to smile.

"Yes. That was exactly what I wanted," he told her.

"Good." She wrapped herself around him and he held her tight. She was everything he had never imagined he could have, everything he wanted for his life, and she was here, sharing these pleasures with him. It was beautiful and perfect, and he hugged her close.

"It was perfect."