[That's all he needs. His lips move back to claim hers in another fierce, hot kiss and his free hand reaches down to test out her nether lips, see if she's ready. He hasn't done nearly the amount of foreplay that he usually starts with, but at the same time he's not terribly surprised to find her wet enough to continue. Barely pausing for breath between kisses, he lifts Wanda up against the wall enough so he can enter her comfortably.
And always, always, that first entrance hits him to the core of his being and he cries out, burying his head against her neck and taking a long moment to breathe before he starts moving again, slowly but forcefully.]
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And always, always, that first entrance hits him to the core of his being and he cries out, burying his head against her neck and taking a long moment to breathe before he starts moving again, slowly but forcefully.]
Oh, my love. Oh, Wanda.