"Spent"
Chapter Fifty-Nine
By Darthelwig
*** I own nothing. I'm just having fun. ***
"Vis?"
He shushed her as he reached around to close the bedroom door behind her. His hand came up to caress her shoulder as he turned the lock. When he looked at her again she was staring up at him, her green eyes wide and questioning and trusting all at once, and he couldn't help but smile.
"You are so beautiful," he told her, brushing his fingers over her cheekbones and lips, enjoying the softness of her skin. She was so damn soft, everywhere. No matter what training she was put through or how hard the Avengers worked her, no matter how toned she became, she always felt so soft to his touch.
She smiled shyly, so utterly charming in her bashfulness when she was bold in every other way. They could talk sex without issue, but a kind word could have her blushing.
He leaned down to kiss her, gentle and sweet, pleased when her hands came up to cup his face as he took his time exploring her lips. She let him set the pace, and he lost himself for a moment in the simple pleasure of breathing her in as they kissed, of sharing the same air.
He felt her eagerness when he finally deepened the kiss, swiping his tongue along her lips so she opened for him. She pulled him close, kissed him hard, greedily. Her body pressed against his, it was difficult to remember he'd wanted to take things slowly, to savor her. He only barely managed to regain his senses. With a shaky breath, he broke their kiss.
"Allow me," he said, as if he were offering to take her coat. As if his fingers weren't toying with the buttons of her dress. As if he wasn't already ready to take her.
"Of course," she said hoarsely, eyes darkened with desire. How he loved that look on her.
With deft, practiced fingers he worked the buttons, slowly baring her skin to his gaze. He couldn't look away, couldn't see anything but her. She wore a plain, unassuming bra, not the lace she liked to present him with, and he ran his fingers along the edge of the satin.
"Different," he remarked.
"Laundry day," she said in a strangled voice. He grinned and let his finger trail down over her nipple, making her shiver.
"Beautiful."
He unbuttoned the dress all the way down to where it stopped just above her navel. With a soft touch, he placed his palm on her and slid it around to her side and up to her ribs. He reveled in her warmth, the heat of her skin under his palm. She was smoother even than the satin of her bra, and he brushed his thumb along the edge of the material, making her shiver.
He moved her bra strap then, leaving it dangling along her arm so he could pull down the satin cup, baring her breast to his gaze. He ghosted his fingers along the sweet pink of her areola, avoiding the hard point of her nipple until he couldn't resist anymore and leaned down to take it into his mouth. Her skin was sweet on his tongue, and he sent a silent thank you to his long-dead predecessor for his desire to create as human a body as possible. How diminished his life would be without the taste of her in his memory, without being able to experience every part of her he could.
He put thoughts of Ultron out of his head, though. He had no place here between them. Instead, he focused on the soft sighs and whimpers Wanda made as he suckled at her. She never failed to respond to his attentions, even when he'd been hesitant and unsure at first. Now, he could have her shaking apart in his arms with just the touch of his mouth if he so desired, and he skillfully pushed her towards that edge, worked her sensitive flesh with teeth and tongue and lips until she was clutching at him and oh, so close.
But it wasn't time yet, and he had other desires to sate. Vision released her nipple making her cry out at the loss of him. She looked like she wanted to say something, and he paused for a moment to give her the chance, but she just smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, placing a kiss on his jaw.
With a smile of his own, he picked her up, carried her the short few feet to her bed, and set her down gently. He pulled the dress over her head, unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor, leaving her in nothing but her tiny panties and a coy smile. He took the time to feast his eyes on her, to let his hands skim her sides and hips. She was always so beautiful. No piece of art could ever compare.
She let him look his fill, then let him guide her down onto the mattress. He took his time sliding her panties down her long legs, pressed kisses to her thighs as he bared her. He could see in her eyes how desperate she was for more by the time her panties hit the floor, could sense the urgency in her, and he decided to give her what she so desired.
He slid her to the end of the bed and she spread her legs wide as he settled on his knees on the floor and buried his face in the hot, wet center of her being.
She reacted like a live wire, tensing and jerking beneath him, and he had to hold her steady as he flicked his tongue over her clit then dragged it down between her folds to tease her opening. Her voice rose in unhindered pleasure, sweet music to accompany the sounds of him licking and sucking the sweet, tangy juices from her pussy. She came in minutes, exploding on his tongue, and he lapped at her greedily, not letting up until she was writhing and moaning again.
He stood, phasing his clothes away. His cock stood at proud attention, and the look on her face as she gazed at him from heavy-lidded eyes was nothing short of enflaming. She looked hungry, and she was wet and ready, and he couldn't resist any longer. Not with the taste of her lingering in his mouth, driving him insane with need.
As he positioned himself at her entrance she reached out, and he tangled his fingers with hers as he slowly pushed into her, not stopping until their bodies were completely joined. He paused then, let them both adjust to the feel of his cock buried inside her, then he gradually began to move. They kept their hands clasped as he took up a steady rhythm, their gazes locked, and he couldn't help but think how absolutely stunning she was, flushed with desire and damp with sweat, spread out so sweetly and willingly before him.
He took his time, savoring every exquisite moment of their joining. Every slow thrust into her had him sucking in a sharp breath. She fit him so tightly, her body snug around his cock and squeezing him just right. Entering her was what he imagined the religious would describe as heaven, indescribable bliss and peace. This was where he belonged, this was happiness, bringing them both to the heights of pleasure.
The slow pace could only last for so long. Eventually he sped up his languid movements, thrusting harder and faster until he was pounding into her. She braced herself with one arm above her head but didn't let go of his hand. And when she threw her head back as an orgasm overtook her, her fingers tightened on his.
The clutch of her body on his cock, the fluttering feel of her inner muscles against his shaft, was all it took to push him over the edge right along with her. His hips stuttered as he came, his control shattered. He gave a few more jerking thrusts into her as he rode the waves of pleasure to their completion.
Afterwards, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her fingers, making her smile. He was still buried inside her, simply enjoying the sensation of being joined.
"You are so very beautiful," he told her.
"So are you," she said, using their clasped hands to pull him down to her. "Now make love to me again, Vis. I need you."
"As you wish," he murmured before leaning in for a kiss.