"Spent"
Chapter Five
By darthelwig
He slid inside her slowly, so slowly.
It was agony. Ecstasy. Hot and wet and so, so tight around his cock, she was bliss. He sank into her, their minds connected, and he felt her pleasure as well as his own. He paused once he was fully sheathed inside of her and ran his hands up and down her sides. She was breathing heavily already, and he smoothed his hands over her back. He loved taking her from behind, loved how she responded to it, how wet she got when he bent over her.
He moved a hand over her thigh, dragging his fingers over her, before reaching further beneath her and gently massaging her clit. He dipped his fingers into her juicy pussy where their bodies were joined, gathering her slick and using it to stroke light, easy circles over her most sensitive spot. She was trembling, making small noises as she started jerking her hips. She was so close. He could feel her tension, the coil of pleasure building in her belly, waiting to snap. He felt it like it was his own.
Vision pulled his fingers off of her, and lightly squeezed and caressed her ass as she came down from the edge. He wanted her to go off, to come like a fucking bomb, but he wanted the tease first. He wanted to play.
She whimpered, beyond words at the moment, just needy and wanting. She tried to look over her shoulder at him, but couldn't quite manage it. Vision stroked his fingers through her hair, so silky soft, and gave a slight bump of his hips against her, making her gasp as his cock shifted. His own lips parted in a silent cry, her pleasure magnifying his own.
They didn't do this often, intense as it was. Sex between them was fantastic enough already. Tangling their minds together like this while they fucked was a special type of bliss they could only handle so much of, but god was it good when they did.
Vision stayed absolutely still for a minute, then tightened his fingers on her hips and slid his cock almost all the way out of her. He watched as he pushed himself back in, loving the contrast of their skin. She was beautiful. She was always beautiful, but never more so than when she was taking his cock.
He kept their pace agonizingly slow, smoothing his hands over her back, drawing out the pleasure for both of them. Their bodies moved together in perfect rhythm, building momentum gradually. His focus tightened until all he could see and feel and sense was her, his friend and lover. His Wanda.
He was going to explode. His pleasure fed hers, which fed his, a feedback loop of ecstasy.
"Wanda," he breathed.
"Vis," she moaned.
He was coming. She was coming hard. Her sweet pussy was squeezing his cock, bearing down on him almost painfully, and it only intensified his orgasm. His hips sped up as they came down from their high. He was bucking against her wildly, driving deep inside her like they both craved, and it immediately sent them both over the top once more. He was blind, deaf, dumb, all senses consumed by her body wrapped around his.
They were both breathing hard when their climaxes were done. He pulled out of her gently and turned her, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. She wrapped her arms around him and sank into his embrace. As she began withdrawing from his mind, he stopped her.
"Don't," he said quickly. "Stay."
"I may hear something you don't wish me to," she said, cupping his cheek. "I would rather not violate you like that."
"I have no secrets from you, Wanda, and I like feeling you close. Stay with me." He hugged her close as he looked at her, allowing his sincerity to show on his face as well as in his mind. Wanda blushed prettily.
"Alright. Come on, time for bed. You've worn me out, lover." She smiled at him sweetly, and Vision took her hand. Together, they gathered her clothes and walked hand in hand to her bedroom.