[She kisses him with hungry desperation, the inherent vulnerability of her current position only increasing her desire. She wants this, to be at his mercy, to come undone under his surprisingly talented hands.]
Vision...love...need you...
[She moans and arches as his hands slide down her body, shifting with him so he can settle comfortably between her legs.]
It's all right, Vizh. I want you to be my first.
[And with that she dissolves under his touch. They move together, crying out for each other, Vision unmaking her until they are one. Wanda's so wet that his fingers slide easily inside her and her hips follow the rhythm of his thrusts even if he falters. Words are superfluous. He follows her wishes without her needing to voice them and she moves with him to guide his fingers to that sweet spot inside her that her makes her cries turn sharper.
Moans, cries, pleas, and Vision's name all fall freely from her lips as pleasure flows between them. One of Wanda's hands finds its way to his hip, clinging to him in a vain attempt not to be utterly swept away by sensation. It's good beyond her wildest imaginings: she is his, he is hers, and they are one.
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Vision...love...need you...
[She moans and arches as his hands slide down her body, shifting with him so he can settle comfortably between her legs.]
It's all right, Vizh. I want you to be my first.
[And with that she dissolves under his touch. They move together, crying out for each other, Vision unmaking her until they are one. Wanda's so wet that his fingers slide easily inside her and her hips follow the rhythm of his thrusts even if he falters. Words are superfluous. He follows her wishes without her needing to voice them and she moves with him to guide his fingers to that sweet spot inside her that her makes her cries turn sharper.
Moans, cries, pleas, and Vision's name all fall freely from her lips as pleasure flows between them. One of Wanda's hands finds its way to his hip, clinging to him in a vain attempt not to be utterly swept away by sensation. It's good beyond her wildest imaginings: she is his, he is hers, and they are one.
And she doesn't want this feeling to end.]