"Spent"
Chapter Forty-One
By Darthelwig
*** I own nothing. i'm just havung fun. ***
Happy New Year!
Breaths mingling, skin slick with sweat, they moved together. Vision, sitting on her bed, tangled in her sheets, and Wanda straddling his lap, rocking on his cock. Their entire beings focused on each other.
Wanda gasped with each roll of her hips, gasped at the way he filled and completed her. Arms wrapped loosely around his neck, she rode him. The warmth of his smooth skin and the contrasting feel of the vibranium made her want burn hotter, made her center liquify and melt for him. Her nipples tightened painfully with each brush against the metal on his chest, and she relished the sweet bite of it.
His hands pressed flat against her as he steadied her movements, let her chase down their pleasure without care. And she did. She rocked against him steadily as she tipped their heads together, noses and lips brushing as they breathed the same air.
She could hear the sounds of the party in the distance, the party they were supposed to be a part of. But instead they had locked themselves in her bedroom, where they would celebrate together.
"Vision," she breathed as she pulled his head closer, as she nuzzled into him until all she could smell was his skin.
"Wanda," he said, equally as breathless, equally as needy. She shivered at the sound.
He was rolling his hips with hers, matching her every movement, her equal and her partner. Her everything. She jerked her hips more roughly, clutching him tightly against her chest and grinding her clit between them. Vision grabbed her hips and pulled her down hard against him, giving her friction, pressure.
She cried his name when she came, writhing in his arms.
And afterwards, as he looked at her with that familiar awe in his eyes, she lifted herself up only enough to let her swivel her hips before sliding back down his shaft. His low moan made her do it again and again, watching his face, fingers pressed to his lips.
With heavy-lidded eyes and heat in his gaze, she was absolutely certain he was the most beautiful creature that had ever existed.
Pleasure grew in her center again as she worked herself on his cock, clenching herself around him and making them both whimper. He was making new sounds now, short, huffing breaths that weren't quite moans but weren't quite not, fingers digging into her ass hard enough that she knew it would bruise. She was faintly aware of the noise of the party growing louder, the countdown beginning, building to a climax almost as fast as they were.
They hung on the pinnacle for a moment that seemed like eternity, ecstasy poised to break over them, and when he came, his cock twitching and jerking inside of her and his entire body shuddering with the force of it, she exploded, shaking apart in his grasp.
She sat there after as she caught her breath, hanging limply onto him, head resting on his shoulder as she listened to the revelry outside.
"Happy new year, Vis," she said softly.
"Happy new year, Wanda," he replied, bringing her hand up and pressing a soft kiss to her wrist.
Wanda guided his face to hers and hummed her happiness as she kissed him.