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[Wanda doesn't always trust herself, but Vision's faith in her seems completely unshakable and this surrender almost takes her breath away. It's such a small thing, undressing him, and he's helped her out of her clothes many times, but this feels different. It's more than just this being the first time she's had the chance to return the favor. Wanda always craves his touch, but she wants to feel his skin on hers more than usual tonight. Maybe it's being deprived of kissing all evening. Maybe it's the simple intimacy of being able to undress him.

Either way, she treasures this chance and she's going to make it count.

Wanda sighs and lets her cheek lean into Vision's hand. He's so tender with her, even when she can hear the desire in his voice.]

Vizh.

[She leans in again for another kiss, unable to abstain for long now that she can indulge. Her hands fan out over his chest for balance briefly before sliding up to fiddle with his cravat. She'll get the other glove in a minute but for now she wants another kiss. And another, steadily growing hungrier until Wanda's left slightly breathless when they part. She tugs on the cravat slowly until it slides from Vision's neck and drops to the floor.

She smiles, and okay, no, that was still not enough kisses. Wanda leans in close again and nuzzles into his neck, slowly pressing kisses down the seam between vibranium and warm skin.]

[Each kiss is more satisfying than the last, and yet each leaves him hungrier for more. His desires are running deep tonight, and Wanda seems to be in a similar mood. Something to do with the holiday? With their continued close proximity--they'd put in for a room upgrade, but it hasn't gone through just yet--he notices all of Wanda's little quirks and behavioral tics like he never really has before, not even at home. She's happy here, and it shows in her smiles and laughs and breathless anticipation. It shows in her deliberate slowness in undressing him, not rushed by circumstance or desperation but free to move at her own pace.

He wonders if perhaps tonight will be the night that pace decides to quicken.

When she starts kissing down his neck it makes his knees weak, enough that he reaches back to support himself on the desk with one hand. He wants to return the favor, to unlace that outfit and slide his hands down her skin, but--it's her turn. He settles for picturing it in his mind instead, sure that she can pick up on it and know she's having the desired effect on him. She knows just how to touch lightly where he's sensitive, and it has an extra emotional weight when she pays attention to his metal parts like that: she acknowledges he's different and loves him for it. Like when he pays special attention to her hands, the symbol of her powers. It sets her apart, but to him, it only makes her more beautiful.]

[She smiles against his skin, nuzzling him gently as her fingers begin undoing the first few buttons on his shirt. It's just enough to fully expose Vision's neck so her kisses can continue. But it does nothing for Wanda's growing need for more. She has perfection under her hands and lips and she wants Vision to feel, on a very physical level, how much she loves him. She definitely won't be satisfied until she can hear him moan.

This is where they belong: two outsiders who have found acceptance and a home together. Wanda loves Vision for everything that he is, for saving her in more ways than one, for his beautiful heart and mind, for his kindness and his gentle strength and the peace his presence brings her. Right now she knows no better way to show it than to cover Vision in kisses and then surrender to his ministrations. She knows what he wants...but he's going to have to wait until after Wanda is done with him.

She repeats her actions from earlier with his still-gloved hand. There's an increased intensity to her kisses this time, and slowly she laces their fingers together into Vision's 'read me' gesture. Her eyes don't leave his as she kisses their twined fingers.]

Please?

Yes. [The affirmation slips out before he's even consciously aware of it, because he does want her to know exactly what she's doing to him. Each little touch is a reminder that Wanda has a power over him like no one else ever has - that he trusts her completely. There are too many people who have reservations around her because of her powers; his only reservation is that he doesn't want to push her into a level of intimacy she's not ready for.

It might be time to ask about that, once they're past the initial stages. He makes a mental note.]

Yes, of course.

[Because if it's a slight agony to have her undress him slowly, and the agony is entirely his own fault for wanting to move faster, well, it only increases the anticipation, and the end result will be both sweeter and more satisfying. And if she happens to feel the same way--

--he'll know it, and they can work together to make it all the better.

As it is, he lets out a little breathless sigh at each kiss, not quite to the moaning stage yet but on the right path.]

Vision...

[She sighs his name almost involuntarily as she weaves the connection between them. It's always a sweet relief to touch his mind like this but this time something feels a little different. There's a new kind of need she hasn't sensed from him before, and she'd ask him if he's all right but it feels like he's almost too all right. And she can definitely tell that he's enjoying this.

That feeling seems to awaken something in Wanda too and she has to force herself to slow down and drag out this sweet torment a little longer. Her fingers trail feather light over the thin fabrics and carefully unbutton first his waistcoat, then the rest of his shirt. She wants - needs - to feel his skin, and so when Vision's chest is finally revealed to her, Wanda wraps her arms around him, under the shirt, and presses herself close. She wants to kiss all of him and for a heartbeat's space she can't decide where to start.

The other side of his neck wins out and Wanda begins pressing more heated kisses down his skin. Oh, her precious beloved...

Desire crests in her and she needs a minute to collect herself once she reaches his collarbone. Wanda closes her eyes and rests her head against him, enjoying the warmth of Vision's bare skin and wishing she was already out of her dress. Her heart is overflowing with love and tenderness...but Vision won't be able to miss a thread of awakening lust.]

I love you.

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Oh, my dearest love.

[It's always been in the back of his mind, latent, waiting for the right time to surface. This might be it and it might not, he's not sure yet, but his inhuman patience is really coming in handy lately; they've been getting closer and closer, and there's been more than once that he's had to take a little time to himself to relieve some of those urges.

He's not sure why this is somehow more erotic than actually being naked beside her, but it is somehow. Maybe it's the power dynamic he's noticing. Maybe it's that this is something completely normal to do with your lover, and it has a specific goal at the end.

He should probably verify what those goals are in a bit.

For the moment, he tucks her hair behind her ear and lays his hand on her back, pressing her up against himself for maximum skin contact.]

The vampire's victim has turned the tables, I think. Now I'm the one at your mercy.

[Yes, he'll wait until his top is completely bare before asking what she wants to find under his trousers, he decides.]

[Wanda is only human, and there is only so much she can take.

There's no one thing that pushes her over the edge. Undressing Vision is quite intimate, yes, but this isn't the first time he's had a chance to undress her. It's not the first time he's been at her most tender of mercies. And it's hardly the first time he's called her something that's made her stomach do flips while her knees threaten to give out.]

Vision...

[Each kiss - and Wanda seems in no hurry to stop and return to undressing him - grows steadily more passionate. Emotionally, it's very satisfying, but physically she finds herself left wanting. Each kiss ignites greater desire in her and she can feel Vision's lust and the direction his mind has turned. This time Wanda decides to keep chasing it instead of pulling away. Whatever is different about tonight spurs her on, beyond her own uncertainties about her inexperience and disappointment that they can't truly share a first time anymore. She can't put her finger on it...but she's sure that she wants him.]

Then we're both under each other's spell.

[Wanda kisses him deeply until her lungs begin to burn from lack of air, untangling herself only enough to bring a hand to Vision's cheek and catch her breath. She gazes up at him, flushed and breathless and so deeply in love that nothing matters beyond eliminating every remaining barrier between them.]

Make love to me, [she murmurs against his lips, completely unable to stop herself from stealing another kiss.] Please, Vision...

[Make love to me, she says, and he shivers. He should expect that Wanda anticipates his questions, linked as they are, and yet it still sends a stab of emotion right through his heart. There are times when he feels like he knows Wanda better than he knows himself, and yet times like this prove she can still surprise him.

(It shouldn't be a surprise; they've been working steadily toward this ever since he held her on a desert outcropping and admitted to himself what he'd known for some time, and then admitted it to her on the shuttle ride after. But the specifics? They're different enough that he can still be delighted.)]

Yes. [He breathes it out quietly, but with no doubt that she'll hear him; his hand comes up to cup the back of her head so he can hold her steady for another kiss even more passionate than the last.] Yes, of course. I was only waiting for you to be ready.

[He doesn't ask her are you sure because he can feel her resolve and her need; he doesn't ask what do you want because he will absolutely let her take the lead in this. What he does do is shift his anatomy. She's pressing up against him enough that she'll no doubt be able to feel his erection (hard as soon as it was formed, he's that ready for her) under those fancy costume pants.]

[Wanda moans shamelessly into that kiss, clinging to him and wishing that it wasn't necessary for him to let her go to get rid of the rest of her clothes. She wants to stay pressed as close to him as possible, wants to feel the warmth of bare skin on hers. There's no way she could miss that adjustment, not pressed as close to him as she is, and Wanda's breath stops as her cheeks heat up.

It's one thing to get a glimpse at the possibilities from his memories. It's another thing entirely to have physical evidence of his arousal straining against her. Wanda cannot help a slow roll of her hips against him, nor the soft sound of shared pleasure.

That does it. The rest of his clothes have got to go.]

Mmm...let's get you out of this, yes? [She kisses him again, hands blindly finding the edges of his shirt and waistcoat and moving to push them off his shoulders.] I want to feel you.

[She wanted some moaning? This will do it. It's a simple matter to tamp down his desires most of the time, but once he commits it all comes back in a rush, and the Vision barely registers what Wanda's saying to him as he shrugs out of his shirt and coat. There's a thrill of nervousness running through him - this is new to both of them. Yes, both of them, because as far as he's concerned this is entirely different than how things were at home, and the most experience he's bringing to the table is knowing what satisfying his partner actually looks and feels like.

Well, and the part where he can grow a dick. That took some development back home.

Chest now entirely bare, he presses up against her once again, hard, before backing away a little so she can have access to his pants. He's grinning like a cat that's got into the cream, all right, and excitement is making his movements sharp and bright.]

I was rather hoping you wanted that. [He catches her for a quick, intense kiss and then lets her get back to work.] I want you to feel me, Wanda. I want you to know what you do to me.

[Such a sweet sound, those moans. Wanda's fingers immediately go to his newly-bared chest, mapping out nonsense patterns as he rocks into her and kisses her again. They glide over his skin, lower and lower still until they reach the waistband of his pants. The need to keep kissing him is almost overwhelming and so Wanda's lips find Vision's neck, then his collarbone, then his heart as she works to free him from his remaining clothing. She pauses to nuzzle his skin as she eases the material over his hips and on instinct sinks slowly to her knees as she pulls his pants down and off.

Now she's left face to face with his cock, utterly enchanted. It's delightfully textured like the rest of his skin and it never once occurs to Wanda to be intimidated by his size. She trusts Vision completely and she knows he'd never hurt her.

And although she's imagined their first time together going a thousand different ways, she knows exactly what she wants right now.]

And if I want to taste you? You're so perfect, Vizh.

[She licks a long, wet stripe from root to tip, swirling her tongue around the head of his cock as her gaze lifts to meet his. She presses a soft kiss to the tip before pulling back just enough to speak but not so much that he can no longer feel her breath on his skin.]

Just like this?

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Just like that. [He whispers it back, unable to speak any louder for fear of breaking the spell her actions seem to have cast on him. It's easy to forget how very sensitive his cock is, every little bit of texture from her tongue and her lips felt with perfect clarity. And if he's a little surprised this is the direction she's chosen to start with, he's not going to complain in the slightest. Is it still self-indulgent if she volunteered?]

Take your time, my love. I'll warn you if I'm close to the edge.

[His gaze is electric, his smile smug and content. There's still a flutter of nervousness (how not, during their first time?) but he's perfectly willing to let her take the lead for now. The sight of Wanda on her knees in front of him is humbling and erotic, and that expression she has as she takes him in her mouth makes him want to dig his fingers all the way through the desk just to hold himself back. He doesn't bother staying quiet anymore, whether or not she needs his cries to guide her - she seems to know exactly what to do to make him fall apart under her ministrations.

Later, though. Later he plans to show her exactly how much he wants her in exquisite detail. He's ached for that feeling of being inside Wanda, bodies and minds and souls all entangled until no one is sure where one stops and the other begins.]

[It's intoxicating, chasing his pleasure like this. Wanda is nothing short of worshipful in her ministrations, working him with lips and tongue and hand and moaning as she takes him deeper. It's slow and tender - what better way to show her complete and utter devotion than this? She follows his wordless cues, sometimes bobbing up and down his length, other times licking and kissing along his shaft. The noises she's making must be absolutely obscene but Wanda is in no condition to notice or care. He is her heart, her Vision, and she is going to give him everything.

All she wants in return is for him to fall over that edge for her. This may be rather one-sided, but Wanda is finding all the fulfillment she needs in this moment just from pleasuring him. Nothing matters beyond showing Vision how much she loves him, how she'd do anything for him, how she is irrevocably his.

Let go, she thinks, moaning in shared pleasure as her tongue focuses on a particularly sensitive spot. I want you.]

[More powerful even than the exquisite physical sensations running through him, the Vision is struck once again by how very much he is loved. She's doing this for him, all for him, though being who she is and linked as they are she's no doubt feeling every ounce of pleasure as much as he is. It builds and it builds, and as soon as he has that permission he cries out her name and spills into her mouth.

(It doesn't taste at all like what a human's would - the consistency is the same, but resembles nothing so much as a faintly sweet syrup. He can simulate the rest of the act perfectly, but he can never be fertile.)

As soon as he's done, he withdraws carefully and fumbles for Wanda so he can pull her up into a tight embrace. There's so much bleeding out of him right now - satisfaction, throbbing pleasure receding, relief, but most of all what he can only describe as love, a pure and simple amazement that he is loved, and wanting only the best for Wanda in return.

Whe he catches his breath, he rests his forehead against hers and smiles down at her softly.]

That was beyond compare, my dearest. Though it did feel rather decadent, with you still fully dressed like that and myself all naked.

[Translation, which she should have no trouble reading in him: time for your clothes to come off, Wanda.]

[Oh, they are definitely doing this again. Vision's pleasure lights up her mind and it's all she can do to keep working him as he finishes. He tastes good - not that surprising; everything about Vision is an absolute delight. Wanda drinks him down eagerly and manages one gentle attempt to lick him clean before she's pulled into his arms. Her entire body is thrumming with need and it's fortunate that Vision is strong enough to easily keep her upright. She's weak-kneed with love and desire, and it's a wonder if he can't feel her racing heartbeat.

The Mind Stone pressed to her forehead only serves to amplify the intense emotions rolling off him and as they cling to each other Wanda finds herself lulled into a state of soft adoration. Everything feels extra sensitive and even Vision's skin now feels like velvet under hers. She can't help rubbing a few slow strokes up and down his back as they catch their breath.]

Vizh...

[Every night it feels like she might overflow with love for him but this is a level of intensity Wanda could never have imagined. She cups his cheek - soft, so soft - and kisses him deeply.]

Do what you want with me, love. I'm yours.

["Whatever he wants" starts off with another kiss, just like the last; he needs a little time to continue winding down, though he knows he's just going to go back there soon enough. But there's an opportunity in here to repay Wanda for the gift she's just given him, and he fully intends to do so before they move on to the final act.

First, though, he needs to get her out of her lovely costume.

Still pressed up against her, he starts exploring with his hands to see if the laces up front are just decorative or if they actually serve a purpose, and if there are additional fasteners in the back. The upside of this is that he's running his hands up and down her body, pausing here and there to squeeze lightly at her breasts and buttocks, thinking how easy it would be to just forego the hassle and pull up her dress--another time. Not tonight. Not for their first time.

Instead, he fusses with the clothing until he figures it out, and his reward is helping Wanda shimmy right out of the dress, leaving her underthings. This is a point they've been to many times before, and yet this time he's charged up with an electricity unlike any other. It shows, too: he's hard again, and doesn't even seem to realize it. And the reason is very obvious: this time, they come off and he stands for a long moment, drinking in the sight of her before him.]

Let's get you on the bed, yes?

[His skin tone doesn't allow for the shade a blush would bring, but his eyes are dilated and his breathing is heavy, and as soon as she gets on the bed he moves into place above her, not touching yet but deciding where to begin. In a move that would definitely not surprise her future self, he decides to start with her breasts. One at a time, he cups them gently in his hand, strokes them, circles the nipple and swoops in to suck at it and run his tongue over the rough pebble. They're so very unlike anything on his own body, he supposes, but it could also just be that he finds them beautiful.]

I could spend all night here, you know. One day I'd like to.

[Wanda sighs softly, arching into Vision's touch as he explores her body. Getting her out of the dress turns out to be much simpler than it might have seemed at first - there's lacing in the back, and once it's loosened he can help her pull it over her head.

Thank goodness she's in the habit of wearing matching underwear - often they sleep like this, so Wanda's always prepared for Vision to see her almost naked. But this time he helps her out of her bra and panties and she's left bare before him. Wanda shivers. The room is cold enough to make her nipples stiffen but it feels like she's burning under his gaze. And even though he's barely touched her, he's already hard for her again.

She's blushing enough for them both as they move to the bed. Her breathing, by contrast, is fast and shallow - Wanda hasn't felt this vulnerable in a long time, but Vision makes her feel safe enough to relax into his care.]

I love you, [she murmurs breathlessly, aching for his touch. Fortunately, she doesn't have long to wait before he decides to shift his attention to her breasts. This, too, is not the first time, but with nothing between them now it might as well be. Wanda sighs in pleasure as he begins cupping and squeezing her breast like he always has, but when he descends on her nipple - oh. It feels like he knows exactly where and how to touch her before Wanda's even worked it out for herself. She clings to him, arching shamelessly into his mouth while she moans his name. It's so good, and even though she knows Vision can feel her pleasure she wants him to hear it.

Nervousness melts away. There's nothing else, just the two of them and the steadily building heat at her core Vision stokes with each swipe of his tongue.]

It would be a good vacation, [she tells him breathlessly, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. Butterflies dance in her stomach at the thought - it's obvious that stamina is not a factor for him.] You could take me all night and we could rest and explore the planet during the day. Or stay in bed.

[She smiles knowingly and kisses him again. They might start out with the best of intentions but she's pretty sure they'd just end up living off each other and room service for a day.]

If you want to rest on top of me sometimes...I think I'd like that, too.

[He moans into Wanda's flesh in response and gives the nipple he's working on a nice long suck before he releases it with a light popping noise and quickly moves in for a deep kiss, his erection pressing against her thigh. When he finishes the kiss, he shifts so he's resting on her side, but he's not slowing down. One hand continues to play with her nipples lightly, alternating between them, and he starts moving the other down with a feather-light touch to her stomach and below her waist slowly.]

We could take each other. I hardly want to be greedy.

[He feels greedy right now, even though he knows she wants this. Even though she's expressed in possibly the best way ever that she wants his pleasure just as much as he wants hers.

And oh, does he want her pleasure.

The Vision lifts his hand up from her nipples and focuses on the other, which finally makes its way to the prize. A soft cry escapes him as he feels how wet she is, first gently stroking the folds from the outside and then exploring it in a little more detail until he finds her clit; he can feel the electric jolt through their link and gives it a few good rubs, and then leaves his thumb pressed firmly on it and slips a finger deeper inside; he seems to be repeating her name over and over, unaware.]

[He earns a long, low moan for his trouble and Wanda eagerly shifts to kiss him with equal passion. He must have known she was craving it, linked as they are, even though her breasts ache to be touched again. Wanda's never known need like this before and even his erection pressing against her is enough to make her moan. Her core is wet and throbbing although he hasn't touched her there yet and her whole body feels warm and extra sensitive.]

Yes, [she whispers, breathless again.] Until there's nothing but us.

[Finally, his hand slides down her belly to where she really needs him. They cry out together as Vision begins his gentle explorations and Wanda's entire body goes rigid when he finds her clit. She moans his name as her hips buck upward, seeking more contact. It's good, it's so good, and when his finger presses into her Wanda takes a sharp inhale and clutches blindly at him, at the sheets, at whatever she can reach. She's so wet that it's an easy slide and her walls clench on him, desperate for more.]

Vision - ah! - just like that.

[She opens her eyes to focus on him - she must have closed them on that last crest of pleasure. It's a struggle to keep them open and not let her head fall back against the pillow, but Wanda wants to watch him while he gives her this overwhelming pleasure. She's flushed, breathing hard, and quickly unraveling underneath him. Between the shared pleasure of the blowjob and his remarkably skilled fingers, it won't take much to bring her over the edge.]

Please...kiss me.

[He obeys without hesitation, shifting his position once again so he's on top of her and can kiss her greedily, eyes closing subconsciously so he can float in this pure sensation for a few glorious moments. She's already so close--he breaks from the kiss to add another finger and increase the pace, and he has to open his eyes now so he can catch every second of her expression.

How nerve-wracking it must be to have a lover that can't intertwine her thoughts with your own. How would he know she needs him to shift his angle, like so? How do other people stand it, without having that glorious echo of pleasure? No, she's the only one for him, now and always.

She needs just a little more to send her over the edge, and he has an idea what might do the trick. He lowers his head next to her ear and whispers, voice rough and full of desire.]

I love you, Wanda Maximoff.

[He always has. He always will. And so he reinforces those words with all his heart, knowing she can feel it, too.]

[Wanda's arms wind around him as they kiss, clinging to Vision desperately as pleasure overtakes her. She doesn't have to tell him what she needs or even form the words in her mind. He's responding to something much more primal as his fingers shift inside her. It's too much, she's so close, and when Vision whispers in her ear she's done for.

Wanda comes hard on a cry of his name, trembling through her orgasm and its aftershocks. His love surrounds her, urging her to let go completely, and she surrenders and melts for him. Yours, always.

Her lips find his as her body calms for a kiss that is surprisingly tender, all things considered. But it's still not enough and Wanda curls into his neck when they part, murmuring his name and mixed-language endearments between kisses. She's not recovered enough for coherent sentences, but they hardly need words right now. Her mind is overflowing with love and awe and the deep sense of belonging that can only come from a lover's embrace. And underneath that...desire, thicker than before. Everything they've done so far has felt amazing but she wants to know what it feels like to seek their pleasure together.]

Vision...my heart...

[Tender is just the right speed after riding the crest of her desire. The Vision is immersed in Wanda, swimming in their combined sensations like when he's deep in a bundle of beautiful code or (oddly) in the middle of a raging battle. Is it instinct from the much-altered human base for his body? An unforseen node in his complex mind? Or just they way the two of them resonate together? He doesn't know; it's not important to know. What's important is that he's here with Wanda and their desires are evenly matched. She doesn't need to put it into words for him.

He shifts again so he's positioned properly this time, one hand planted on the mattress next to her head and the other holding his cock, ready to guide it in. There's only a brief moment of hesitation, and he locks eyes with her.]

I will need to you let me know if anything becomes uncomfortable for you. Can you promise me that?

[He's ready to go ahead, but this is her first time. Their first time. He wants it to be memorable only for the best reasons.]

[She reaches up to cup his cheek with that same tenderness, trying to ignore the twin flutters of nervousness and anticipation in her stomach. She's very much out of her depth but...she should bend her knees for him, shouldn't she? And this new position feels even more thrilling in its vulnerability, bringing another blush to Wanda's cheeks.]

I don't know what this is going to feel like, Vizh. I've never done this with anyone before. But I know that I want you and that I trust you.

[Wanda leans up to kiss him softly. She doesn't need to ask him to be gentle - she already knows he will be.]

Take me, Vizh.

I am yours, my love.

[Of course he's gentle - it's something he always has to be aware of, with his powers being what they are, and it's even more important when he's with Wanda. She deserves to be treated in the very best way, always.

And so without further ado he carefully guides himself in, gasping at the sensation of fierce joy that shoots through him as they're finally joined in body as well as mind. It's so intense that for a moment he loses his sense of self entirely and he just exists, surrounded by love and belonging and a deep sense of rightness...but it only lasts a moment, and then he's back in his own very physical body with the very physical pleasure of Wanda hot and tight and wet around his cock as he presses in. Once he's in far enough, he takes a moment to catch his breath and then kisses her fiercely in lieu of the words that aren't forming yet as he starts to thrust slowly.]

[Their joining is quite possibly the most pleasantly intense experience she's ever felt. Vision takes her slowly and carefully, following her body's cues as if they were his own. Wanda's conscious of her body stretching to accommodate him but no pain, and before long she's swept away in their shared pleasure and emotions. They're entwined in body and mind and soul, as close as they can possibly be, and she also needs a minute to just exist with him. Words are insufficient. She loves him more than she could ever say, this is right and exactly how they belong, and oh, nothing could ever compare to the dual sensation of being so pleasantly filled while her psychic walls dissolve.

She doesn't have to ask him for either a moment to adjust or tell him that it's all right to move. Instead, they rest and start to move together and Wanda leans up for the kiss just as Vision leans down. It may very well be the most passionate kiss they've ever shared and she moans freely into it as their hips rock together. She can't be quiet anymore and is torn between moans and soft cries of pleasure and murmuring praise and Vision's name. Nothing could possibly feel better than this.

Her hips keep pace with him, rocking up to meet him with every delicious thrust. She's overflowing with pleasure and love and it doesn't take long for her to pull Vision down for another hungry, desperate kiss.]

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