"Spent"

Chapter Seventy-One

By Darthelwig

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

"Fuck, Vision. Yes. Right there…"

The team was celebrating their Thanksgiving holiday. She could hear them all the way in her room, even with the door closed. But she couldn't care less about such an American holiday. No, she wasn't in the mood for celebrating with them, so she and Vision had left them to the over the top feast Tony had catered.

Vision liked the idea of the holiday, but he didn't eat food, so instead he was having a feast of his own. He'd been between her legs for what felt like hours now, his mouth working it's own kind of magic on her as he glutted himself on her sex. She's had orgasm after orgasm, and was sensitive now almost to the point of pain, but she couldn't stop, was greedy for more.

Vision moaned as he fucked her on his tongue, and the guttural sound sent a burst of pleasure through her body. She clumsily plucked at her nipples, pinching hard, the bite of pain making her pussy tingle and throb. The Avengers could keep their silly celebration. She was having a nearly religious experience.

Her heart pounded in her chest as yet another orgasm washed over her, triggered by Vision's tongue spinning circles over her clit. He sucked on it hard as she shook beneath him, then sank his tongue deep into her cunt yet again, devouring her arousal.

"Vis, oh God, Vis…"

She could hear him working his tongue against her sloppy cunt, could hear the satisfied sounds he was making as he ate her out. Vision showed no signs of stopping anytime soon, and she surrendered herself to his mercy. The ache between her legs was only growing, and some small part of her mind knew she would be hurting later, but the now was filled with him, and his insatiable appetite.

She felt his fingers slide inside of her, curling and stroking against her inner walls, and she moaned loud enough to startle herself. She gasped as he found that perfect spot that always blew her mind and didn't let up. She could feel it building, so quickly, the pleasure cresting into a wave big enough to drown her. The breath caught in her chest as she came, her entire body jerking mindlessly, helplessly.

Vision continued his onslaught, and she could barely breathe, barely think. He reached one long-fingered hand up to roughly grab and knead her breast. He rolled her nipple between his fingers, tweaking and pulling and playing her like the maestro he was. And when she came this time, it was with a hoarse scream and fading awareness.

The first thing she felt when her senses returned was Vision's lips on her breast, his tongue flicking against her nipple. He ran his hands over her sweat-slick skin, and her mind lazily tracked his movements as she recovered.

"Welcome back," he murmured as he pressed a kiss to her throat, and she could feel him smile against her as she traced her fingers over the back of his head. His face against her skin was wet with her juices, and when he leaned up to kiss her, her senses were flooded with the taste and smell of her own arousal. She moaned into his mouth, need pooling in her belly once more. She shifted her hips and felt his hard length pressing against her, and her need blossomed into a raging inferno once more.

She slipped a hand between them to stroke his cock, hot and heavy against her palm.

"Need you," she breathed against his lips. A quick shift and the thick head of his cock was at her entrance. He sank into her steadily, and she gasped at the stretch as she took him all the way in. He filled her perfectly, and her fuzzy mind briefly thanked Ultron for making it so, before all thought was obliterated by Vision beginning to move.

Small, forceful thrusts of his hips had her gasping. Vision had always reached spots inside of her that no other lover ever had. He was, quite literally, made for her pleasure, and she clutched him to her as he began fucking her harder and faster. She was a welcoming vessel for his lust, and he sank himself into her over and over again, racing towards his own finish. Wanda dug her nails into his synthetic skin, pressed open-mouthed kisses to his broad chest and tasted the vibranium. Her soft body accepted his pounding cock, and as the steady rhythm of Vision's hips finally began to falter, she tumbled over the edge one final time.

"I love you… I love you…" She repeated the words breathlessly, desperately needing him to know, to understand. She was full of him, body and soul, and it was the most perfect she had ever felt.

"Wanda," he said, her name wrapped in meaning, the soft tone of his voice speaking volumes.

She held him close and thanked the universe for his existence.