"Spent"

Chapter Sixty-Eight

By Darthelwig


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


Vision sat still and attentive on the edge of her bed, and she took a moment to admire his naked form. Her eyes traveled the considerable length of him, from his muscular legs to the long-fingered hands braced on his knees, and then over his thick, erect cock and washboard stomach, up to his broad shoulders and the smooth lines of his face. She reached out to trace the lines of vibranium that ran across his arms and chest, and he shivered but otherwise remained still. Waiting to do what she asked. Waiting to please her.

"Oh, Vision," she said as she moved closer, cupping his face in her palms and running her thumbs over the soft plushness of his lips. "You're so beautiful," she murmured as she leaned down to press her lips to his. Her hands framed his face, tilted him as she wanted him, while she lazily explored his mouth with hers. He was malleable beneath her fingers, willing to be led, and she thrilled at his submission. She slipped her tongue between his parted lips and reveled in the nearly inaudible moan he let out as they tasted each other.

"Wanda," he whispered when their lips parted, naked longing in his voice and on his face. She smirked as she caressed his face.

"What is it, Vis? What do you need?" She already knew but she wanted to hear him say it, needed to hear the words fall from his lips in that soft, silken accent she loved so damn much.

"I wish to bring you pleasure," he said, a definite whine in his voice, even if only she would ever be able to identify it as such. She smiled sweetly and brushed featherlight kisses across his lips.

"You wanna make me feel good?" she asked, teasing.

"Yes." His answer was more plea than anything else, and she caressed his face and pressed a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth.

"Oh, Vis. I'm gonna let you make me feel so good," she told him. He shuddered but remained otherwise still, his entire body visibly tense but awaiting her will.

Wanda traced her fingers along the buttons on the front of her shirt, smiled as his eyes followed the movement. She popped a button open and watched as the gears in his eyes shifted and turned, focused solely on her. Intoxicated by the sight, she slowly slid the cardigan from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor before tipping his chin up once again to gaze into his eyes.

"Undress me," she instructed.

Vision didn't reply but reached for her with gentle fingers, slowly undoing each button of her shirt. He took his time, knowing how she liked to be touched, until he finally parted her shirt to the sides and bared her lace-covered breasts to his hungry gaze.

Wanda shrugged the shirt off, breaking her lover from his trance, and his fingers unerringly found the fastening of her skirt, deftly unzipping it and letting it fall to the floor. The look on his face… He looked at her like she was magnificent, and she basked in his admiration and desire. The heat between her legs pulsed and throbbed, and she could feel herself becoming wet and slick, ready for him. She watched his nostrils flare as he caught the scent of her arousal.

Vision cupped her breasts, squeezing the supple flesh and rolling his thumbs over her hardened nipples through the thin lace. She could let him linger there, let him build her pleasure slowly, but the insistent throbbing of her cunt demanded more. She guided his hands down her body, helped him slide one hand over the damp fabric between her legs. His expert fingers worked her through the lace, gliding lightly before applying firm pressure to her clit. She grabbed at his other hand, tangled their fingers together for support as she rocked her hips against him. She came just like that, with his strength holding her steady as the pleasure rolled through her.

"Take it off," she said as she caught her breath. She released his hand so he could pull her soaked panties down, and she kicked them to the side.

Vision's fingers settled gently on her hips, and he looked up at her with lips parted, naked need in his eyes. Wanda stroked her fingers over the Mind Stone glowing softly in his forehead, and Vision shivered, his eyes sliding closed for a moment. Wanda's breath caught as he opened his eyes again and gazed at her with adoration so obvious that not even her inner demons could deny it. She ran her fingers over his face, tracing the lines and angles of him with gentle caresses. Vision kept still, letting her do as she wished. His hands remained lightly on her hips, undemanding, accepting whatever she chose to give him.

God, she wanted to give him everything. He was her Vision, one of the most powerful beings on the planet, guardian and wielder of an Infinity Stone, and completely devoted to her.

Wanda leaned down to feather soft kisses over his smooth lips. She felt his fingers twitch where they rested against her and couldn't help but smile to herself at the break in his control. She settled herself into his lap, straddling him and taking his hard cock in hand. He gasped when her fingers closed around his shaft, and she could feel the shiver that passed through him at her touch.

"Wanda," he said, breathless and soft. She stroked his length slowly, pressed the head of him against her abdomen so she could feel the heat of his desire. Wanda bit her lip and steadied herself with one hand gripping his shoulder as she lifted her hips to bring herself closer until she had his length pressed against her slit. She moaned, sliding her palm along his shaft as she rocked against him. The contact was almost too much for her still sensitive flesh, yet it wasn't nearly enough to satisfy her longing.

"You make me feel so good, Vision. Every time." He shuddered again at the praise, fingers beginning to dig into her hips a bit painfully, but she relished the feel of it. His fingers had left marks on her in the past and she loved it, loved feeling his touch lingering on her. Even though he tried his best not to mark her, and especially never where others could see, she loved being able to push him past his resolve, relished the power she had to make him lose control. He was so beautiful like this, so hers.

She moaned as the head of his cock bumped her clit, sending sparks through her body. It wasn't enough. She'd wanted to drag this out even further, make him weak, make him beg, but she had an aching emptiness inside of her that needed him to fill it. So, she angled his cock just right, and, on the next rock of her hips, began taking him in.

Vision let out a strangled cry before burying his face in her neck. He was shaking, straining, so needy, and she held his head to her shoulder as she worked herself down his shaft. She went slowly, inch by delicious inch, savoring the way he stretched and filled her so perfectly. Vision's lips pressed against the soft skin of her neck, tongue and teeth following, and though he was obviously struggling for control, he didn't mark her.

They both moaned when he was finally fully seated inside of her. Wanda pressed a kiss to Vision's head and began to move, a slow, teasing rhythm. Every flex of her hips had her gasping at the feel of his cock moving inside of her, filling her deep, reaching just where she needed him. Vision trembled but he still kept her steady, his hands anchoring her. He left open-mouthed kisses across her shoulders and chest, and she leaned back to give him room to go lower. Her hips missed a beat when he took her nipple between his teeth through the flimsy lace, the pain/pleasure shooting straight between her legs and making her clench on his thick length. Her thin bra wasn't a barrier as he suckled and tugged on each stiffened bud in turn, lavished attention upon them, and god she loved his fucking mouth. Vision scraped his teeth over one sensitive nipple and she cried out loudly, clutching his head to her breast. Her legs burned with the exertion, but she began to fuck herself on his cock harder and faster, needing more, needing him, needing to come.

The strangled, muffled cry that escaped Vision at the change in pace drove her into a frenzy, and she rode him like a wild thing. He moaned against her, and his hands slipped down to her ass, gripping her hard, steadying and guiding the rough movements of her hips. Wanda was aware of it in a distant way, felt the bite of his firm grip, but her mind was empty of everything except the ecstasy of fucking him. She was going to come, she was going to lose her damn mind, but something deep inside her rose up to clear her thoughts enough to realize she wanted him to come with her.

"Vis," she choked out, forcing herself to pause her movements and breathe. Her fingers brushed across his temple. "Please."

He raised his head to look at her, and though he opened his mouth to answer her, all he could do was shakily nod. Wisps of red trailed from Wanda's fingers, sinking into his skin, and his eyes flashed red as their connection snapped into place. Suddenly she wasn't just wrapped around him, she was buried inside of herself, and they shuddered as one.

She was deep, so deep in his mind, and he in hers. Fuck.

They began moving again, in perfect sync, eyes locked on each other. She watched the tiny gears in Vision's eyes move in circles, her hips automatically matching the rhythm of their turning.

What started slow quickly became a rushed, rapid coupling. Wanda panted as she raced towards her peak again, Vision's cock driving her on. His cock was perfect inside of her, hitting just right, and she was hot and wet around him, gripping his cock tightly, they just needed a little more… She whined as she reached for the edge, desperate to come but just shy of being able to, until she felt Vision become impossibly hard inside of her. Her mind cried out for more, and connected as they were, he responded by increasing his density even further. It hurt but it was heaven, and Wanda was suddenly rushing over the edge, aware of Vision tumbling over it with her, his smooth voice ragged with passion as he cried out her name over and over.

Awareness returned slowly, and Wanda found herself with her forehead pressed to Vision's. His thumbs ran soothing circles over the small of her back as he cradled her. She let herself sink into his perception of her, the softness of her skin under his fingers, the scent of her skin, the way it felt to be inside of her even after they'd come. He made her feel beautiful. She hoped he could see how beautiful he was to her too.

"You're hurting," he whispered, eyes still closed.

"Only a little," she said, realizing there was a dull ache inside of her where his cock had been. "It's a good hurt." Vision grunted noncommittally, but she wasn't going to leave it at that. "You felt it too. You know how good it was."

Vision looked at her then. "It was amazing," he said simply, and she smiled.

"It was." She moved to reluctantly sever their connection, but Vision stopped her with a gentle hand on her wrist.

"Leave it for now," he told her. "I like it."

"Me too," she replied and relaxed in his arms, resting her head on his shoulder. This was the only place she wanted to be, in her beautiful lover's lap, secure in his arms. She closed her eyes and breathed him in.