"Spent"
Chapter Sixty-three
By darthelwig
***I own nothing. I'm just having fun. ***
The room is dark, lit only by the light of the tv playing softly across from where they are seated on the couch. The Avengers went to bed hours ago. It's just the two of them now, as they prefer it.
His arm is around her, and Wanda curls her fingers into his sweater as she hooks her leg over his thigh. He leans down to kiss her, a gentle brush of his lips. She kisses him and lets her hand wander over his chest, his stomach. He sucks in a breath when her palm meets his thigh and her fingers clench into the fabric of his pants.
This is still new to him. They are still new to each other.
"I want to make you feel good," she says as she slides her fingers over his inner thigh. He's hard already, his pants tented. Her mouth waters at the sight. His eyes drop to her mouth as she bites her lip.
"You always make me feel good," he tells her.
Her fingers slowly trace over his bulge, and he sucks in a shaky breath she doesn't think he even needs as she explores his length through the fabric.
"Pants off, Vis," she says as she presses a kiss to his lips. He obeys her instantly, phasing away the offending material, leaving his lower half completely bare. Her hand finds his cock and he moans almost before she's even got her fingers wrapped around him. It's the sexiest sound she's ever heard. She wants to hear him make it again and again.
His cock is hard and heavy in her palm. She caresses it, caresses him, with gentle, deliberate movements. His arm tightens around her and his gaze drops to his lap. She watches his eyes widen as she adds a twist of her wrist to her hand's movements. He can't seem to look away, even as she begins to whisper against his cheek.
"You're so sexy, Vis. I love touching you. I love what I do to you." Her lips brush over his cheek, almost a kiss. "I love what you do to me." She moans as she tightens her grip and strokes him hard and fast, his hips rising up, chasing her touch. Now she can't look away either, both of them staring at her hand wrapped around his length. She slows her movements again, lightens her touch, not ready for it to be over, and he groans. "Not yet," she says softly.
She brushes her thumb over the head of his cock, toys with the sensitive ridge underneath, and not for the first time she wonders what Ultron had planned for this body he created. She suspects she knows what he wanted, but she doesn't let it bother her. This body is not his, it's Vision's, and he would never take from her so she gives him everything, every part of herself.
She watches herself pleasure him, and she has never felt more needed. This man, the strange man who holds the universe inside of him and still manages to retain a charming innocence, he needs her, wants her, submits to her whenever she desires. She has never felt more powerful or more scared than she does when they're like this. She could fuck it all up in an instant. She could get it all right.
She just wants to make him happy.
She pulls herself into his lap, kisses him, slides her tongue along his as she invites him into her mouth. His lips are soft, always soft and smooth and warm, and she almost loses herself in their kiss. Almost, but she can feel his cock against her thigh and she has a need to see him undone.
He groans something unintelligible into her mouth as she takes his cock in hand once again. She works him with long, slow strokes, presses the aching heat between her legs down and down until it touches his length. She was going to make him come in her hand, was going to finish him with her fingers, was going to…
Instead she shifts her underwear to the side and presses the tip of his perfect cock between her folds, moves him back and forth until he is slick with her moisture, then positions him at her opening and lowers herself onto him. They both groan as he slides inside, fills her aching channel. She wraps her arms around his neck and rides him, rocking her hips in a rough and determined rhythm. He can only hold on for the ride, his fingers digging into her hips, large hands spanning her waist. He is big, so big in all the right ways, and she presses her cheek to his and holds him close as she fucks him.
His hips begin to match her rhythm, forcing his cock deeper, and she is gonna come, gonna come so hard, but she needs him to come first, needs to feel it.
She holds on by a thread, bites her lip so hard she tastes blood, and then he is bucking against her and she can feel his cock pulsing inside her pussy, he has her stretched so tight on his shaft. His voice sounds raw and ragged as he cries out her name right in her ear, and she lets go, jerks wildly against him as her pleasure crests and takes her.
Slowly, hearing returns. She hears the television, a laugh track playing. Then feeling. She feels his hands stroking her sides and back, large hands with long fingers that have pleasured her so many times that she can't help but blush when she looks at them. And sight. She opens her eyes, sits back to meet Vision's gaze. He looks at her like she is something to see, like she's beautiful, like she's everything.
She presses her forehead to his and his hand comes up to cup the back of her head, holding her close. The words are there, burning in her heart, but she can't quite say them, not yet. Still, she melts into his touch and something inside her says he knows.