[She's coming completely unraveled, no longer able to tell the difference between Vision's pleasure and her own. Something shifts between them, strengthens, and soon Wanda will find that the more they engage in this intense level of connection, the easier it will become for her to reach Vision's mind.
But for now there's nothing but desperate kisses and clutching each other close while Wanda's body practically writhes beneath him. He keeps hitting that spot inside her that makes pleasure shoot up her spine, and soon (too soon) she's so close to the edge that it's taking all her willpower to fight it. She doesn't want to let go just yet, she needs to keep him this close--
...but as always, his voice is her undoing, and three dizzyingly wonderful thrusts later Wanda can no longer hold back. She kisses him fiercely, no longer conscious of her body's movements as he guides her into the most intense orgasm of her life. She's utterly overwhelmed, pleasure and emotion and her lover whiting out all conscious thought. She is his, forever, and everything she has, everything she is, is Vision's to do with as he pleases.
She couldn't be in better hands, after all.
When awareness returns, Wanda's wrapped herself fully around him in a desperate bid to keep Vision close. She's panting, flushed, and well-fucked, somewhere between being able to go another round and wanting to curl into him for the rest of the night. Either way, a kind of vulnerability has set in as they come back to themselves. Wanda still feels completely safe, limbs warm and heavy in the wake of her orgasm, but she needs the comfort of his embrace.]
Vision...Vision...
[She murmurs endearments in broken Sokovian as she pulls him close for another kiss. She could have him all to herself for the rest of eternity and it would still not be enough.]
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But for now there's nothing but desperate kisses and clutching each other close while Wanda's body practically writhes beneath him. He keeps hitting that spot inside her that makes pleasure shoot up her spine, and soon (too soon) she's so close to the edge that it's taking all her willpower to fight it. She doesn't want to let go just yet, she needs to keep him this close--
...but as always, his voice is her undoing, and three dizzyingly wonderful thrusts later Wanda can no longer hold back. She kisses him fiercely, no longer conscious of her body's movements as he guides her into the most intense orgasm of her life. She's utterly overwhelmed, pleasure and emotion and her lover whiting out all conscious thought. She is his, forever, and everything she has, everything she is, is Vision's to do with as he pleases.
She couldn't be in better hands, after all.
When awareness returns, Wanda's wrapped herself fully around him in a desperate bid to keep Vision close. She's panting, flushed, and well-fucked, somewhere between being able to go another round and wanting to curl into him for the rest of the night. Either way, a kind of vulnerability has set in as they come back to themselves. Wanda still feels completely safe, limbs warm and heavy in the wake of her orgasm, but she needs the comfort of his embrace.]
Vision...Vision...
[She murmurs endearments in broken Sokovian as she pulls him close for another kiss. She could have him all to herself for the rest of eternity and it would still not be enough.]