"Spent"

Chapter Nineteen

By darthelwig

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

Wanda sat on the couch, skirt bunched up around her waist and panties discarded. Vision sat in a chair across from her, legs crossed at the knee, where his hands rested, lightly folded. They stared at each other across the distance, neither moving.

Anticipation sent butterflies fluttering in her stomach, both pleasant and annoying at the same time. She burned. She wanted. She needed what only he could give her, but Vision remained quiet and unmoved. He was a statue, an angel of beauty and grace, a devil of temptation and the most delicious sin, a god she wanted to worship in every way possible, if only he would let her.

She shivered as his eyes traveled down her body, finally. She ached for him, had ached since the moment they sat down to their game of chess, and he'd looked so proper and self controlled. Leaning forward to display flashes of cleavage through her low cut neckline didn't draw more than a glance. The crossing of her legs, making her short skirt ride even higher, simply made his lips quirk up in the corners as he studied the game board. Frustrated, wanting a reaction, she'd slid her panties off and tossed them on the table. The tiny scrap of lace landed next to the board, an erotic offering Vision couldn't ignore. He looked up at her, looking amused, and she'd taken the opportunity to lean back and slowly drag her skirt up while she spread her legs for him.

But he'd ignored her display, his eyes remaining fixed on her face. Until now, and she was so ready for this, for him. She arched her back as his eyes wandered over her appreciatively. Her nipples felt tight and hard, her bra too confining, but she didn't move to undo it. She'd played the game and gotten his attention. The rest was his. She was his, and she would give him anything.

She leaned back into the couch, hands on her smooth thighs, drawing his focus down between her legs, where she could feel herself already growing wet and ready for him.

"Touch yourself," he said, eyes fixed between her legs. She smiled, his desire filling her with a rush of warmth.

"Like this?" she asked, sliding fingertips over the outer lips of her sex, teasing both of them.

"That's a start," Vision said, his smooth voice starting to become a little rougher. His eyes hadn't left her yet, and she watched him watch her fingers move.

"Perhaps you want a little more," she said, as she slipped a finger into her folds and hummed as she dragged it up and over her clit, spreading her moisture. Vision licked his lips, and she almost moaned. Both hands started working between her legs now, spreading herself open and sweeping her towards a rapid climax. She didn't want to wait. She wanted to come.

"Yes," he whispered, his voice low with lust, and she could see his fingers twitch, as if he yearned to be the one touching her. His intensity was almost tangible. She could feel him everywhere, every inch of her covered in him. It was so good...

"Don't move," he said, and she froze before her brain could catch up, obeying him by instinct. She ached with the loss of friction, wanted so badly to continue...

"Hey, guys. You're up late," came the voice from behind her, and her eyes widened, though she didn't move.

"Good evening, Captain Rogers," Vision said, his voice even and controlled, sounding completely normal. "Wanda and I must have lost track of time while we were playing chess." Vision was giving their fearless leader a small, polite smile. She could hear Steve moving around behind her, grabbing something from the refrigerator. Then he was running water at the sink, and Vision took Steve's momentary distraction as an opportunity to whisper to her, so low that even Steve's ears wouldn't catch it over the sound of the water.

"Touch yourself," he said. She stared at him, incredulous, but he was Vision. She trusted him, and it was time to prove that. She moved her fingers over her slit in soft caresses, feeling the pleasure begin to build again despite Steve's presence. Or maybe it was the fear of being caught that she found tantalizing. She was certainly enjoying the feeling of doing something so absolutely sinful while in the room with an unsuspecting teammate. She was so unbelievably wet and swollen, so ready for her lover.

"Don't stay up too late, Wanda," Steve said, his voice sounding close, but she heard him walk away, watched Vision's eyes as they tracked their Captain leaving the room. When Vision looked back at her, she saw pride on his face, and basked in the warmth of his smile.

"You were very good, Wanda," Vision told her, "and so sexy, so beautiful." He moved to sit next to her, cupping her face while she rolled her hips against her hand. "I know how lucky I am to have you," he said. He leaned in and kissed her, slow and deep, while his fingers trailed down her body to replace the hand between her legs with his own. She moaned into his mouth at the first touch, the sensations so much more intense when it was him.

She clutched at his head, his arm, pulling him closer, digging her fingers into him as he brought her to the peak, and she cried out her ecstasy. The force of it was overwhelming. She bucked into his hand, riding it through her orgasm.

"Fuck," she said on an explosive exhalation. Her entire body shuddered with the aftershocks of her pleasure. Vision watched her come down with worshipful eyes. She collapsed back into the couch, smiling at him as he finally pulled his fingers out of her and brought them to his lips. She watched as he took them into his mouth, sucked and licked her juices from his skin. He moaned in appreciation, eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he savored her.

"You are my favorite flavor," he said, and kissed her again. She could taste herself on his tongue, and heat began to build between her legs again. She pulled back just enough so that their lips were parted.

"Do you want more?" she asked, breathing the words into his mouth. "You want to taste me, don't you? Right from the source. You want your head between my legs, yes?"

"Yes," was all he could manage to say.

"Mmm." She leaned back into the cushions and put her hand on his head, directing him downward with a gentle push. "Get on your knees."

Vision slid onto the floor and knelt between her legs. He placed soft kisses on them, up the inside of one thigh, and down the other, skipping over her core for now. He nipped her high on her thigh, and she grew wetter knowing that would leave a mark. His mark. She loved wearing them on her skin.

He was driving her crazy, so when he pulled her forward and buried his tongue between her folds, her entire body arched up off the couch. She clutched at his head as he lapped at her with firm strokes, making sure to swirl his tongue over and around her clit as well. She collapsed beneath the onslaught of his mouth, head thrown back, eyes closed, her entire being narrowed down to one singular focus. Fingers groping blindly at his head, trying to force him closer, she slid one knee over his shoulder and began grinding herself onto his face. Vision retaliated by gripping her ass tight and fucking her on his tongue, devouring her.

It was fast, and raw, and hard, both of them greedy for pleasure.

Wanda's entire body jerked when she came, nearly knocking herself off the couch. It was only Vision's firm grip that kept her stable. He licked up her juices as she trembled and moaned, forced her legs to stay parted so he could keep his mouth on her. She was left dazed afterwards, head resting against the couch cushions as she looked down at Vision, who stayed kneeling between her legs when he was through cleaning her with his tongue. He rested his cheek on her thigh, and she caressed the side of his face with one shaky hand.

"Satisfied?" she whispered, smiling at him tenderly. Vision pressed a kiss to her palm.

"For now," he said. "I think I've worn you out."

"I think you have. Take me to bed?"

"Of course," Vision said. He stood and lifted her into his arms, and she rested her head against his chest as he carried her.

"I'll make it up to you," Wanda said. "I want to bring you pleasure too." Vision looked down at her.

"You have. I enjoyed that immensely." He laughed. Wanda huffed.

"When I wake up, I'll really make you feel good," she promised.

"I look forward to it," Vision said, and he held her closer.