"Spent"
Chapter Forty-Three
By Darthelwig
*** I own nothing. I'm just having fun.***
She slides her lips over his cock and takes him in, enjoying the taste of him on her tongue, so different from any other man she's been with. It makes her wet, just this taste, being able to know without even looking that this is Vision in her mouth, Vision she is pleasuring. She would know the flavor of his mouth, his skin, his cock, anywhere.
But she can look, and she does, as she sucks along his length she watches his face, his beautiful eyes intensely focused on her lips.
She drags her tongue along the underside of his erection as she bobs her head, swirls it around the head as she pulls nearly completely off his cock, forcing a strangled moan from him. His cultured voice, so smooth and sexy, whispers for her to keep going, keep sucking, encouraging her with filthy words and a hand tangled in her hair.
He doesn't push, but his hips can't help but jerk as she takes him deep down her throat, letting herself gag on him, letting him feel her throat closing around him. He gasps as she does it again and again, until she can take him all the way in, breathing through her nose to keep him there as long as she can.
When she pulls off him this time, it's completely, so she can smile up at him as she jerks his now-slick cock in her delicate fist. His thighs are trembling, and she drags the nails of her free hand over the tense muscles there, watches as his tongue peeks out to moisten his lips.
Her nipples are diamond-hard and she can smell her own arousal in the air now. From the flare of his nostrils, she knows Vision can smell her too, and it drives her arousal to new heights. She can feel how wet she is without even touching herself.
She nips his inner thigh before swallowing him again in one rapid movement. His loud cry is all the encouragement she needs. She sucks him hard, fast, pumps him with her fist whenever his full length isn't in her mouth, and she knows it won't be long. His hips are jerking uncontrollably now. He's not even trying to hold back, and that's exactly how she wants him, wanton and wild.
It makes the ache in her cunt almost unbearable.
He does grasp her head and hold her to him as he comes, her lips wrapped around the base of his cock. The strangled cry of her name, the pull at her hair, it's too much, and she comes hard without touching herself, comes hard on nothing at all. Her moan must feel good around his shaft, because he groans once more before letting her pull away.
She gasps for air, face flushed and sweaty, pride filling her as she watches him try to recover. She sits back on her heels, brushes the hair out of her face, and he leans forward, kissing distance.
"Your turn," he says, both teasing and sincere, and she gives him an answering smile as she dips her fingers between her legs, into her dripping cunt. She brings the evidence of her orgasm to his lips and watches as he sucks it off her fingers, as he savors her essence. "Wanda," he breathes, and she rushes forward now to capture his lips in a searing kiss. She can taste herself in his mouth, mingled with that flavor that is purely Vision, and it's the most perfect, beautiful thing she's ever tasted.
He's perfect, and he's here, and he's hers, and this is real, and she has never been happier.