"Spent"
Chapter Sixty-One
By darthelwig
***I own nothing. I'm just having fun. ***
He wanted her. He wanted her so badly he dreamed about her, in that hazy, in-between state he considered sleep. His thoughts, both waking and dreaming, were full of her, her lips, her skin, the green of her eyes, the breathless way she said his name as he pleasured her.
Like now.
"Vision," she breathed shakily, and if he hadn't already been hard as a rock, he would've become so in that moment. He pressed his cock against the bed as he licked into her sweet center, making her arch, making her tremble.
He flicked his tongue over her engorged clit, then pressed the flat of his tongue against her. He watched the muscles in her abdomen clench and quake as he worked her. Her own hands were on her soft breasts, plucking and squeezing and playing herself for him, for them both.
She was so unbelievably perfect.
He ignored the throbbing ache of his cock and focused instead on her ragged breathing and the quivering of her soft body as he savored her. God, he could do this forever, just drown in her, but he wanted more. He lifted his head, hands holding her hips steady.
"Wanda," he said softly. When she didn't respond, he repeated himself more firmly. "Wanda. Look at me."
She braced herself on her elbows and looked down at him, and she was so gorgeous, chest heaving, covered in a sheen of sweat, hair wild and tumbling around her shoulders, eyes darkened with desire, and he had never wanted her more. He pressed a soft kiss to her clit, and she trembled almost violently beneath his hands but stayed as she was.
He smiled up at her and dipped his tongue back into the hot, slick folds of her pussy. He maintained eye contact as he lapped up her arousal, watched her jaw go slack as he circled his tongue over her clit.
"Please, Vis." That plea on her lips inflamed him, and he moaned against her sensitive flesh. He slid a finger into her, felt the way her body clenched around it.
"Tell me what you want, Wanda," he told her. He wanted to hear it, needed it. He fucked his finger into her slowly as he watched her swallow hard and attempt to find her voice again.
"Please make me come," she asked, almost sweetly, and he could deny her no longer. He flicked his tongue over her clit in a rhythm he'd memorized long ago, the rhythm that had her rushing towards her peak. He slid another finger into her slick channel as he worked her with his mouth and was rewarded with a low moan. He fucked her hard on his fingers until she fell apart on them, her head falling back as her orgasm rushed over her.
She was so beautiful, throat working with the sounds of her pleasure, breasts heaving, hips rocking, pushing her pussy against his face and hand. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her, his entire being laser-focused on the goddess before him who had, for some reason he would never really understand, chosen to share this with him.
She reached down with one shaky hand to caress his head, and he leaned into her touch. He pressed a kiss to her palm, then her inner thigh, and when he looked up again, she was staring down at him, eyes still dark with arousal.
"Come here," she murmured, and he went willingly, covering her body with his as she sank back into the mattress. His lips found hers and she moaned as he slipped his tongue into her mouth, letting her taste herself. He kissed her slowly, lingeringly, and the sensual way her body began to move under him let him know she was ready.
He reached down and positioned his cock, and she was so wet, so hot, but he paused. He pulled his head back so he could look into her eyes as he entered her, gradually working his length deeper and deeper. She kept her own eyes open and focused on him as best she could, and it was almost too much for him when her eyelids fluttered and she bit her lip hard as he finally sank his full length into her.
He started out barely moving, just a slight shift of his hips moving his cock inside of her, but it wasn't enough for either of them for long. He felt engulfed by her, her limbs wrapped around him and clutching him close while he began to fuck her in earnest. Long, slow strokes quickly changed to hard and fast, until she was bouncing under him, and he braced her as best he could as he pounded into her.
She was moaning his name, over and over, driving him mad with lust and need, and he had just enough presence of mind to reach between them to find her clit and drive her over the edge right along with him. He cried out her name as he came, hips bucking wildly against her, trying to get as deep inside her as he could.
He buried his face in her neck as he came down from his high, pressed his lips to her throat and felt her racing pulse. It matched the rapid pace of his own synthetic heart, the heart that he knew in his soul beat only for her.
He knew he should've been getting up, should be sliding out of her and cleaning her up, making sure he hadn't hurt her, but he couldn't bring himself to move. He wanted to stay buried in her forever, his entire being wrapped up in hers, and she held him close like she knew. If he could just stay like this with her forever...
"I'm here," she whispered as she pulled him even closer, and in that moment everything was perfect.