"Spent"

Chapter Forty-Five

By Darthelwig

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

Vision sat back and pulled Wanda onto his lap, watching as her long legs parted so she could straddle him. Her naked form was never more pleasing than at times like now, when she put herself into his keeping.

And he would take care of her, in all the ways he knew how.

She settled atop him and cupped his face in her slim hands, pulled him into a slow, deep kiss, and he stroked his fingers through her hair as he reacquainted himself with her mouth. She was so soft, from her hair in his fingers to her tongue against his own, the fullness of her breasts pressed against his chest and the plush of her ass in his lap, that he had to remind himself sometimes that he could be rough with her. That she wanted him to be. That she craved it.

His Wanda was stronger than anyone knew, and he would give her anything.

She nipped his lip as she drew back, a mischievous look tempting him, and he took the bait, leaned in and traced his teeth down the long lines of her throat as she opened herself to him. He flicked his tongue over her skin as he followed the path he had made back up, pressed kisses to her jaw and reveled in her soft sigh.

So sweet, in his hands and on his tongue.

She held his head to her as he trailed lower, raised up to help him reach her breasts, and he wrapped his lips around one pointed little nipple and sucked hard. He felt her body tremble, her gasp going straight to his cock where it lay hard and throbbing against his stomach. He feasted on her, his hands clutching her hips hard as he allowed himself this pleasure. She shivered with every swirl of his tongue, moaned as he sucked his marks into her supple flesh, and clutched him desperately hard as he caught her nipple between his teeth and tugged. Every reaction made him want more.

He didn't deserve this paradise, but he was human enough to take it.

He slipped his hand between her legs, slid two fingers into her hot, slippery core, felt her quake around him. She arched above him, grinding her cunt into his hand as she pressed her forehead to his, heedless of the mind stone. Her eyes were shut tight, but he watched her, watched as her mouth dropped open when he found her clit and rubbed slow circles over it, watched as her thighs trembled as she approached her orgasm. He pumped his fingers into her and watched her fall apart.

She was always the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

She collapsed onto him as it passed, the strength sapped from her limbs, and he stroked her back with one hand as he slipped the other out from between them and sucked her juices from his fingers. She watched him silently as he savored her, his eyes never leaving her face.

This was his favorite flavor in the entire world. Nothing could compare.

She reached down to take his cock in hand, but he pulled her hand away.

"Not yet," he said softly, content for the moment to hold her. Wanda nodded, head resting against him, and placed her hand on his chest instead. He held her there, held her tight, and pressed a kiss to her shoulder.

Everything else could wait. She was here, and that was all he needed.