"Spent"

Chapter Fifty-Six

By Darthelwig

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

Vision kept his steps slow and even as he walked around her in a loose circle. She was beautiful like this, on her knees, hands clasped behind her back, hair spilling in dark waves down her shoulders. The smooth, soft lines of her back tempted him, making his fingers itch to caress her. She was at attention, not sitting back on her heels, ready to do whatever he asked of her, and he took a moment to admire the plush of her ass as he paced.

Her hair had grown long, nearly covering the sweet pink of her nipples. The ends brushed against them, and they were already hard little points begging for his mouth. Her eyes followed him as far as they could as she continued to face forward, unmoving, and he smiled approvingly.

He stopped behind her and gathered her hair, pulling it back so it draped down her back, leaving her front bare. He could see the shiver go through her, the goosebumps pop up on her skin. He leaned down to place a soft kiss on her shoulder, following it up with a gentle nip. A small gasp was his reward.

Wanda's eyes met his as he moved in front of her yet again, this time stopping and reaching out to cup one full breast. He palmed the underside of it, enjoying the feel before dragging his fingers over the supple flesh. With her hands behind her back as they were, her breasts were pushed forward, presented to him like the gift they were, like the gift she was. He rolled one mouthwatering nipple between his fingers, tweaked it in ways he knew drove her crazy, and watched as she bit her lip.

But she stayed where she was. His good girl.

He phased his clothes away, baring himself to her appreciative gaze. He loved how she looked at him. It never failed to make him feel desirable, and oh so human.

Vision palmed his cock, stroking it's hard length, watched as Wanda's tongue darted out to moisten her luscious lips. He moved his cock to her lips and she opened easily, welcoming him in. Her mouth was hot and wet, a heaven he never wanted to leave. She sucked him slow, and he moved his hips in time with her languid movements.

Hands firmly behind her back, she closed her eyes and made love to his cock with her mouth and tongue. She had learned all of his buttons by now, learned exactly what to do to give him the most amount of pleasure, and that's what she did. The way her tongue swirled over the tip of his cock, the way she used it on him as she bobbed her head on his shaft, the way she took him deep, letting him into her throat until she gagged... she was glorious in her worship.

It was more than he could take. He pulled out of her mouth, to which she made a sound of dismay, and leaned down to capture her lips in a kiss. He could taste himself on her, and their flavors combined was intoxicating.

She kissed him with a ferocity that might've startled a man less acquainted with her needs. He knew what she wanted, knew she would gladly and greedily devour his cock until he came over and over in her mouth. It was tempting. God, was it tempting. But he wanted something else even more.

"Hold on to me," he told her, the first words he'd spoken since they'd started. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he lifted her in a bridal carry. She was light as a feather to him, the few steps to her bed like nothing to his strength, and he laid her down gently upon the covers. She rested on her back with knees bent, watching him, a smile on her lips, and he didn't have to say anything. She clasped her hands above her head, submitting to him.

He climbed on the bed and parted her legs, knelt between them to better see as she revealed the moist, glistening folds of her cunt. She hid nothing, letting him look his fill, and the desire burning within him became a raging inferno of lust.

He leaned in to lick her inner thighs where she'd become wet from her own juices. His eyes briefly fluttered closed at the salty sweet taste of her, then he could hold back no longer. He buried his tongue in her cunt, licking and sucking at the delicate folds as she cried out above him.

He could've lost himself in her, spent literal hours with his head between her legs until she was begging him to stop, but he had other plans, other desires. He licked her moisture off his lips as he crawled up her body, stopping briefly to suck her pretty nipples before kissing her once more.

He drove his cock into her without warning, swallowing her gasp and then her moan. This was what he wanted, to be buried within her, enveloped in her heat and wetness of her desire. She was so tight, so perfect, fitting him so well.

Vision pumped himself into her as hard as he dared, enjoying the sight of her breasts bouncing on his thrusts. He captured one in his mouth, closed his teeth on her nipple and felt her inner muscles contract around his cock in reaction. He laved her nipples, her throat, with his tongue, sucked on her sensitive spots until he could feel she was close, then he lifted himself over her, braced on his hands, and fucked her harder.

She came quickly, her entire body shaking. Her hands threatened to part, her control slipping, but he watched her recover and clasp them more tightly together. His good girl. His love.

He was still rock hard inside her, he had slowed his movements but didn't stop. Her inner muscles were twitching and fluttering along his length, aftershocks of her orgasm, and he gave a sharp jerk of his hips as he smiled down at her evilly. She questioned him with a raised eyebrow, but didn't speak.

He hadn't done this before, and it was probably dangerous, but he calculated the danger to be minimal and the possible results completely worth it.

His cock still buried deep inside her, he increased his density.

Wanda's eyes widened as she felt him grow even harder inside her. He thrust into her and she groaned loudly, a little gasp escaping her as he withdrew again. He kept his pace slow for a bit, enjoying the way her slick cunt pulsed around his cock, but he couldn't maintain it. She was slick and perfect and her eyes were filled with need.

He fucked her harder, faster, allowing himself to let loose when it didn't hurt her. She had her head thrown back, exclamations of pleasure forced from her throat with every thrust of his cock. She was so soft against him and around his cock, and he pounded her with abandon, letting his lust guide him.

She wrapped both arms and legs around him, and he didn't even care that she'd lost control and let go. She needed him and he needed her, and his cock hammered her sweet pussy until she was almost screaming, convulsing against him as her orgasm ripped through her. He followed shortly behind, his vision blanking as the pleasure overtook him.

He reduced his density as his awareness returned. She was panting beneath him, sweaty and wrecked, but smoothing her hands over his head in soothing strokes.

"That was good," she said breathily, her voice hoarse. He had to laugh.

"Yes. That was good," he replied and buried his face in her neck with a kiss.