"Spent"
Chapter Forty-Nine
By Darthelwig
*** I own nothing. I'm just having fun. ***
Wanda threw her leg over the arm of the overstuffed chair and leaned back, spreading herself wide. The early morning sun shone through the living room windows, casting colors over her naked body. She sighed contentedly when Vision's tongue slid into her folds, but her gaze was fixed outside the windows, taking in the orange and pink tints of the sky and the swaying trees.
She lazily stroked Vision's head as he sat on his knees before her, fully clothed, his head buried between her legs and mouth working hard to please her.
"You like this, don't you?" she asked, already knowing the answer. "Servicing me." His response was a moan against her core, and it sent tingles through her whole body. She was wet and hot already, and she could feel her juices dripping down only to be caught on his tongue. Vision would not let a single bit of her escape him, not when he took such enjoyment from her body.
"I enjoy it too, Vis," she said, caressing his head. "You're so good. Any girl would be lucky to have you, but you belong to me." He nodded, his hands coming up to stroke her inner thighs. He was so gentle when he wanted to be, but she knew the power in him, the strength he could and would use to pleasure her if she gave the slightest hint of wanting it. Just the thought made her squirm.
His tongue chased her, dipping deep to tease her opening before trailing upwards to flick her clit. She pulled his head, trying to press him down harder into her hungry cunt, but he resisted, keeping his touches light, not enough to make her come yet. It was frustrating and perfect at the same time.
She was breathing harder now, each breath shaky, tremulous, and when he slid two fingers inside of her, all the breath exploded from her body. She arched back into the cushions and moaned, loving the fullness, needing the stretch.
"More," she gasped, and he dutifully applied another finger, and though she was expecting it, it still made her squeal. Her legs involuntarily opened wider, offering herself to him. She would be sore later, but what did that matter when her lover was fucking her on his fingers, his talented tongue still working her clit?
Nothing mattered in that moment but the magic happening between her legs. It didn't matter who could come in or who might see them or what other people might hear. The compound might be empty, but even if it wasn't, she wouldn't stop this for the world.
"Vis... Vis!" she cried out as he crooked his fingers inside of her and flicked his tongue wildly over her clit. She bucked against him, driving his fingers deeper as she came hard, her hands clutching at his head.
He rode it out like the absolutely perfect lover he was, and was already carefully cleaning her with his tongue when she managed to clear her mind enough to think again. She lay there bonelessly, enjoying the feel of his soothing tongue on her sensitive folds.
"You're so perfect, Vis," she told him, a bit breathlessly. He sat back on his heels and she watched as he sucked her slick from his fingers, a slightly bashful but proud smile on his lips. "Come here and kiss me, and then I'll take care of you," she promised.
It would be her pleasure.