"Spent"

Chapter Fifty

By Darthelwig

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

A/N: I can't believe this fic made it to fifty chapters! Fifty chapters of smutty goodness. If you've made it this far, thanks for sticking around. You're the best!

She sank down onto his cock and Vision's eyes closed as he arched against the bed and sent a silent thank you to whatever god, or fate, or twist of fortune, or whatever it was that led them to this moment. Wanda was tight, and wet, and felt hotter than he would've believed possible even knowing the science and biology behind it all.

She moved and his eyes popped open as he grasped at her thighs, her hips, slid his palms up her ribcage and felt it expand and contract with each breath she took. Her sleek muscles worked under his fingers as he stroked her everywhere he could reach, and she started a rhythm between them that had him seeing stars.

"Oh, Vis," she said breathily. The way her voice dragged over the words, the way she bit her lip after saying them... it made him mad with desire for her. Only for her.

The way she looked at him, eyes heavy-lidded and dangerous, the way she smiled, so wicked and teasing... She was a marvel, and he was soft for her. Soft and so, so hard he ached with it.

He was inside her. God. Inside her. And it felt even more amazing than he had imagined. Better than her hand or his own, even better than her mouth that he adored so much, with that tongue that could work miracles on his flesh. This was so much more.

Every movement of her tight, clasping channel along his shaft threatened to undo him, and he realized belatedly that he was digging his fingers into her thighs probably too hard for comfort, but it only seemed to spur Wanda on.

She looked so beautiful moving above him, sensuality defined. Every soft curve pushing them both towards a finish he was more than ready to reach. He wanted it like he'd never wanted anything else before. He rocked his hips up, urging them both onward, plunging deeper into her and surprising a sweet little gasp from her throat.

He watched as she braced herself on his chest with one hand while she plucked her nipples with the other, pinching and pulling them to taut little peaks. His tongue slipped out to wet his lips and she must have noticed the direction of his thoughts because she slowed their pace and brought her breasts to his lips so he could take those perfect, rosy buds in his mouth. He licked and sucked them one after the other, back and forth, enjoying the sounds he was drawing from her. He forced his hands off her thighs so he could squeeze the soft globes of her breasts and tweak her rigid nipples, testing their sensitivity before devouring them again.

This could be one of his favorite things in the whole world, feeling her inside and out. There was only one thing he could think of that might make this better.

He kissed her and decided to throw caution to the wind.

"Perhaps you could connect us?" Her brows shot up at his request, but she didn't deny him outright so he waited as patiently as he could with his cock still buried inside of her.

"I wanted you to experience this for yourself, without outside interference," she said. "Your first time should be about you."

"I want this to be about us. And there is nothing I would enjoy more than to experience your pleasure, Wanda. To know that you're enjoying this too." He traced his thumb over her smile.

"I am definitely enjoying this," she purred, rolling her hips for emphasis and making him hiss. He refused to back down.

"Still. I want this," he told her.

"I know we talked about it, Vis, but we've never been so deep."

"I trust you," he said simply. She looked at him for a long moment before nodding and reaching for him. He felt her trace her fingers down the side of his face and then he could feel her there, feel how he spread her and filled her, was aware of himself and his place inside of her in a way he hadn't been before.

And when she moved again, ever so slowly, eyes distant as she experienced their shared sensations, it was the most exquisite torture. Every drag of skin on skin was enough to pull the breath from his synthetic lungs. The heat between them was scorching. He couldn't distinguish what was her and what was him anymore. It didn't matter. It was all them, together, a perfect unity.

And when they came, they came together, wrapped in each other physically and mentally. They emptied into each other, they welcomed each other in. They breathed in sync, their frantic hearts keeping pace as they slowed.

It was quite a bit longer before Wanda separated them, and Vision felt somewhat bereft as she left his mind even though she still lay atop him, her body pressed along his. He brought her hand to his lips, kissed her palm, her fingers, her wrist, let his lips linger over the soft skin.

"Thank you. That was..."

"Intense," she said.

"I was going to say beautiful." She sat up to look at him and he was glad to see her smiling.

"I think so too." She kissed him sweetly. "But let's hold off on that for special occasions, okay? It was a little... overwhelming." He was instantly contrite.

"I'm so sorry, Wanda. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"You didn't," she said, shaking her head. "I enjoyed that very much. And this? This is definitely a special occasion." She caressed his face, over the Mind Stone and down his cheek to his lips. "I just can't do it all the time, that's all."

"I would never ask that of you," he promised.

"I know. I trust you, Vis. You would never take advantage of me." She settled down against his chest once more, and he held her to him tightly.

"I will protect you from anyone that would try," he said, with more heat than he had expected from himself. She made a soft noise of agreement and he could hear the sleepiness in the sound.

"Rest, Wanda. Let me take care of you now." She didn't respond, but he felt her body slowly relax into slumber, and that was response enough for him.