"Spent"

Chapter Thirty-Nine

By darthelwig

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

Wanda knows his touch as well as her own, though nothing she does to pleasure herself could ever compare to what he makes her feel. She has squeezed her own breasts before, run her fingers over sensitive nipples. She's stroked her clit and filled herself with fingers and vibrators. It has all been good, satisfying. But none of it comes close to what he does to her.

Like now, his fingers feel so good stretching her tight channel, pumping in and out of her cunt like he owns her. And he does. She's given it all to him, to take what he wants when he wants it, because it pleasures her for him to do so. And just like this moment, it is always worth it. He fills her so perfectly even with just his fingers. She has never felt anything more right.

He slides his thumb over her clit as he takes one hardened nipple between his teeth and gently pulls. The pleasure/pain jolts through her, making her even wetter around his hand. His tongue follows, swirling over the tiny bud, and she can't help the whimpers that escape her throat.

She's had other lovers before, but no one whose touch could compare to Vision's. None of them were ever so caring and attentive, none of them as tireless in pursuit of her pleasure. None of them mattered like he does. None of them mattered at all, just brief encounters and meaningless sex. Her heart was always her own.

Not so anymore. Vision holds her heart in his hands. His slim, graceful hands...

She gasps, thoughts scattering as he curves those perfect fingers inside of her just right and her hips jerk upwards. The pleasure is all-consuming, hits her fast and hard, and Vision kisses her to muffle her orgasmic cries.

He continues to rub light circles over her clit with his thumb as she comes down from her high, and his eyes are intense when she meets his gaze. She is trembling, flushed, breathing hard, but he doesn't let her relax into the bliss of afterglow. He tugs at her clit to make her cry out and squirm against him as he speaks to her, his voice soft in her ear, his breath a sweet caress on her skin. He tells her what he wishes to do to her, whispers to her his fantasies, and her body tightens in anticipation. He speaks words of love, confesses his dedication all over again, and she cannot resist. She captures his lips in a kiss.

He responds with equal passion, equal need. She is his and he is hers, and they are perfectly matched.

Wanda is tired of teasing, tired of foreplay, already tired of coming without him, so she slides a hand down his torso until she can wrap her fingers around his cock. He is hard and ready for her. Holding his length, she can feel the throbbing beat of a heart he supposedly doesn't have, but she has always known better. Her Vision is the epitome of man. They call him worthy, she calls him perfect.

She strokes him slowly, root to tip, rubs her palm over the velvety head in gentle circles. He lets out a little puff of air and shudders. Her smile is triumphant as she pulls him closer and guides his cock to her entrance.

He fills her, stretches her already swollen and sensitive hole, and she nearly comes from that alone. His skin is hot as he settles on top of her, his smooth body familiar and enticing, and she trails her fingers over his chest and shoulders as he bends to kiss her neck.

Then he begins to thrust, and she can only hold on tight as he takes her roughly. His entire being seems focused on fucking his cock into her as deep as it can go. With every flex of his body he drives himself deeper, forcing the breath from her lungs in breathy whines and moans. She is pinned, and her heart soars at his desperation to have her.

Wanda spreads her legs as wide as she can, welcomes him deep, her pussy growing wetter and hotter the longer he fucks her. Her every nerve ending is singing out in pleasure, and she cries out his name as she comes.

His face is still buried in her hair and she can feel his panting breaths on her neck, so she presses her lips to the side of his head and drags her nails down his back the way she knows he likes. She knows he's close, so she clenches her pussy around his shaft, tells him how fucking good he feels, and is rewarded with a groan and one last firm jerk of his hips as he spends himself inside her.

And afterwards, she presses kisses to his shoulder as she holds him close and feels his racing heartbeat match her own.