"Spent"

Chapter Seventy-Three

By Darthelwig


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


Wanda pressed her nearly nude body against him and Vision's mind went blank before slowly registering one word. The word he always thought of when they were like this: soft. She was always so damn soft.

She stretched her body along the length of his as he lay in her bed. They'd been together before, had done everything from innocent kisses to not so innocent kisses, groped and fondled and gotten each other off in myriad ways, and had even had penetrative sex. But he still couldn't help the way his entire being reacted to the sight and feel of her naked flesh. Wanda was the most beautiful human being he had ever seen, body and mind, and she could stop him in a heartbeat without even a hint of her powers.

She still wore her panties, small and lacy as they were, they offered little to no protection from his hungry gaze, and wasn't that exactly what she wanted? She seemed to revel in her power over him, in the way he could lose himself in her. She'd approached the bed in nothing but those damn panties, and he wanted desperately to feel the lace under his fingers, to slide them down her long, smooth legs, to bare her to his gaze completely.

This desire, this lust… they'd lost themselves in it multiple times, but it still felt new and wonderful every time she touched him, and every time he got to touch her in return.

So he concentrated on his breathing while she stretched her body out next to him, against him, her fingers trailing over his chest, tracing the lines of vibranium where they met his organic skin. Her fingers sent shivers through him as she explored his body with sure but gentle touches. She shifted a bit, one leg sliding over his, bringing her body more flush with his own, the curve of her hip now accentuated, and he couldn't look away.

Regular food intake and training with the Avengers had toned Wanda's body, but nothing changed how soft she was.

She moved her mouth to his chest, pressing kisses to the vibranium, letting her lips and tongue trail over him. Only Wanda understood how sensitive the vibranium running through his body could be. Only she knew how easy it was to have him begging for more of her touch. His fingers twitched as she continued her ministrations, but he kept his hands firmly at his sides, not wanting to interrupt.

"Wanda," he whispered, and watched her lips quirk up into a teasing smile.

"You wanna touch me, Vis?"

"Always." She was so much more experienced than him in the ways of intimacy, but still her smile turned slightly bashful before it became teasing once again. Her fingers wrapped around his naked erection, and he sucked in a deep, sudden breath. Her fingers were so soft, everything about her was so soft. His body was hard, made to be sturdy and strong, and Wanda, his perfectly imperfect human lover, was his opposite. But they fit together just right in all the ways that mattered.

She slowly stroked his cock, watching his face intently. He could feel the intensity of her gaze as he licked his lips, as his breathing became slightly more labored with every passing moment, with every twist of her slender wrist. She leaned in to kiss him and he moaned. She tasted like heat and desire, like the tea she'd had earlier, and like her. He moaned at the taste of Wanda, the woman he was coming to suspect that he might already love.

"I want you," she whispered against his lips. She moved her hand from his cock, but he didn't even have time to miss her touch before she was astride him, the hot, wet core of her being pressed against his achingly hard length, with only the thinnest layer of lace separating them. His hips arched upward by reflex and she ground down on him.

"Take them off," Wanda said, her hips still moving, still rubbing her needy pussy against him. With shaky fingers, he gripped the thin fabric at her hips. He tried slipping her underwear down, but Wanda was grinding on him still, not cooperating. Instead she leaned down and whispered. "Now, Vision."

In an instant, he ripped her panties off, the bits of lace tossed to the floor and his hands grasping at her hips, guiding her as she rocked her core along his cock. The slick folds of her pussy felt like heaven, like bliss, like a nirvana he hadn't believed he could reach. He wanted more, wanted to bury himself inside her.

Wanda braced her hands on his chest as she worked herself against him. Her core was dripping wet, soft and slick and hot, and he was lost in the feel of her. She was fucking herself against his shaft, little whimpers escaping her as rode him. He could tell her pleasure was building towards orgasm from the way her hips were moving, fast and hard but beginning to lose their rhythm.

Watching her come always made him insanely aroused, and he wanted nothing more in this moment than to watch her come undone, but Wanda had other plans.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come," she said hoarsely, but instead of continuing to chase her orgasm, she reached down between them to grab his cock, and with a quick adjustment to her hips, she was taking him inside. Vision squeezed his eyes closed as he tried not to come. Her inner walls were smooth and soft as he penetrated her, and he could feel the way she stretched around his shaft, felt the shudder that ran through her as she sank down onto him, only stopping when he was fully embedded within her.

"Vision," she said. "Look at me, baby. Come on. Open your eyes." He obeyed, looking up at her flushed face. She bit her lip and sat back, her slim fingers reaching down to the place where they were joined, teasing both of their sensitive flesh. His eyes followed, and he braced himself up on his elbows to get a better look. The sight of his cock disappearing into her made him throb, and he felt an answering flutter against his shaft.

Wanda braced her hands on his shoulders and started to move up and down, and Vision was helpless, unable to tear his gaze away from the sight of her taking his cock over and over. He felt the pulsing of her inner walls almost constantly as she moved, her body primed and on the edge. Without thinking, he shifted enough to free one hand to reach between them and pressed his thumb to her clit. He rolled his thumb over it once, twice… and that was all it took to push her over the edge she'd been teetering on. She collapsed against him as her body twitched and shook, her pussy milking his cock as she came.

He was close, so close. Her voice crying out his name had him throbbing, and he gripped her hip and thrust up into her silky pussy. He pulled her against him with every thrust, going as deep as he could, and he was so engrossed in the feel of her that it took a while for it to register in his mind that she was speaking.

"Fuck me. Fuck me," she repeated again and again as he did just that. He fucked up into her heat and softness, his fingers digging into the flesh of her hip to keep her where he wanted her. Wanda was moaning encouragement. She pushed herself up and lifted her breast in offering, and his lips wrapped around her hardened nipple. He suckled at her hungrily, and Wanda was suddenly coming again, her body fluttering and clenching around his thick cock. The feel of her coming on him once again shattered what little control he had left, pushing him over the edge. His cock throbbed as he came inside her, with her. His awareness narrowed down to the feel of her on top of him, every inch of his hard body keenly aware of her softness pressed against it.

Her kisses brought his awareness slowly back, her soft lips brushing over his.

"You with me?" she murmured. He ran his hands over her smooth back, soothing both of them, and when he opened his eyes he was met with Wanda's somewhat shy gaze. He found it charming, if somewhat telling, that her reaction to any softness between them was always like this. Even though she was a telepath, completely capable of reading him like a book and having done so many times by this point, with his blessing, she still experienced insecurity.

"I am with you, Wanda," he replied, then he kissed her back, pouring everything he felt in that moment into the kiss.