"Spent"
Chapter Fifty-Seven
By Darthelwig
*** I own nothing. I'm just having fun. ***
It's days like this that frustrate her. She's been needy and wanting since their last encounter was interrupted, and she's been too long without his touch.
She's ached to reach out for him all day, tempted herself with the idea of it, told herself she would be able to stop before her raw need overtook her. But she knows it's a lie. Once she has his smooth skin under her fingertips, she won't want to let go until they've wrung every ounce of pleasure out of each other.
And Vision is so, so good at giving her pleasure.
Just the thought of it is enough to have her squirming, remembering his mouth on her, his fingers grasping, cock penetrating her deeper than any man she's been with before. Their bodies are made for each other, and she craves him.
He speaks to Sam and she wants him more with every movement of his lips. He nods his head to Rhodey and she aches to trace the lines of vibranium with fingers, lips, and tongue.
She's so primed that, when he respectfully opens the door for her she can't help but think about all the times he's handled her just as roughly as she needs, and her already sensitive nipples become almost painfully hard.
Unfortunately, the day is dragging on, and she nearly screams when Steve declares they'll be training late into the night to practice night ops.
And Vision himself seems unbothered by the delayed gratification being forced upon them. He barely looks at her, and when he does his face is nothing but polite neutrality. She wants to kiss him, touch him, force him to feel. It's killing her.
Eventually she can't take it anymore, can't take watching his beautiful body and graceful movements. She needs release, and she locks herself into a bathroom to get it.
She clumsily shoves her leggings and panties down to her knees and braces her back against the wall. Knees slightly bent, eyes closed, she can imagine Vision is kneeling before her, hunger in his gaze as he leans in to taste her. She slides her fingers against her clit, then into the soft folds of her cunt, coating her fingers in her slick moisture and pretending it's Vision's tongue moving over her.
She jumps when she feels large, warm hands grip her thighs, and her eyes pop open to see Vision kneeling before her almost exactly as she'd imagined. Shock gives way to lust almost immediately, and she opens her legs wider as he leans forward to put his hot mouth on her cunt.
His tongue feels even better than she'd imagined, and he devours her with abandon. He circles her clit, dips his tongue into her aching hole, explores every inch of her as he drinks her down. The sounds of him going down on her are absolutely obscene, and it enflames her already overly eager libido. She comes on his tongue, quick and hard.
But he doesn't stop. He licks and sucks her folds until she is rocking against his face. Her legs feel weak, but she can't stop moving, and he takes a moment to pull one of her legs over his shoulder, letting part of her weight rest on him before diving in again. His hands are supporting her, steadying her so she can focus on her pleasure, and she reaches for him, hands caressing his head and pulling him closer.
She grinds down on his face, his nose bumping her clit as she moves, and she comes again as he shoves his tongue inside of her. He brings her down with gentle swipes of his tongue, and she's still so aroused, but she can finally think.
"You've been ignoring me all day," she says hoarsely. He looks up at her, face wet and looking like a dream, his eyes startlingly bright.
"It was all I could think to do to resist dragging you off. I apologize if that hurt you." He presses a kiss to her fingers.
"It's okay, Vis." She grins. "You can make it up to me."
"Oh?" he asks, and she strokes a finger over his cheek.
"Get up here and fuck me."
Vision wastes no time, surging to his feet and capturing her lips in a heated kiss. She can taste herself on him and it only makes her hotter, wetter, the hollow ache between her legs becoming unbearable.
She turns and plants her hands on the wall, pressing her ass back into him as he phases his clothes away. Even expecting it, she still gasps as he enters her in one swift thrust, filling and stretching her needy cunt. He buries himself deep, and she fights to control the shudders that wrack her body. He is perfect, so perfect, and she's needed this for so long. It is almost too much.
But she feels the loss of him when he draws back, the emptiness inside her calling out for more, for him to drive his cock back into her until they were both finally sated and she feels whole again.
Vision grabs her breasts and squeezes them roughly as he thrusts back into her, and she can't help but cry out as he finally starts fucking her in earnest, increasing the pace until he is pounding her wildly. He digs his fingers into her hips and that tiny bite of pain has her clenching on his cock. His hips falter when he feels it, and he groans in her ear, making her shiver.
She is so close. Fuck. Just a little more...
And he gives it to her, sliding his fingers down to rub her clit as he resumes his frantic pace. Suddenly she is lost, tumbling over the edge into bliss that has her vision whiting out. She is aware of shaking and bucking against Vision, and his arms wrapping around her, but everything else is gone, unnecessary and unimportant.
As awareness comes back, she realizes Vision is still hard and throbbing inside of her. His strong arms envelope her, keeping her from falling, her safe space. He presses a kiss to her hair and jerks his hips, giving a few final, powerful thrusts before he comes. She relishes his moan in her ear, his breath ghosting over her skin.
He rests his head against her shoulder after, long arms around her waist in a gentle embrace.
"I hope that made it up to you," he says a bit breathlessly.
"You're worth waiting for," she says, and holds him close.