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Chapter Four

By darthelwig

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Wanda pulled him into the conference room, where only a few short hours ago they had been sitting with the rest of the team, discussing their upcoming mission. She hopped up onto the table and grabbed his sweater to pull him closer. He raised an eyebrow and smiled.

“Here?” was all he asked. She grinned, knowing he couldn't resist her.

“Yes, here,” she said, trailing her hand over his chest. “I had to sit here and suffer through a ridiculously long meeting when all I really wanted was to feel you inside me again, so you're going to fuck me right here on this table.” She brushed her lips over his as he ran his hands up her thighs and under her skirt, her teasing kisses almost too light to be felt.

It wasn't long before he tired of that game, and stepped closer to capture her lips in a rough, almost violent kiss. He tangled his fingers in her hair, holding her still so he could take what he wanted from her hot mouth. She moaned, her entire body leaning towards him, desiring his touch. He slid his hands under her ass to pull her closer, giving her more, his erection pressing into the heat between her legs. He could feel the intensity of her even though he was still clothed.

She gasped as he broke their kiss to suck on the soft skin of her throat. She was grasping his shoulders and grinding on him, and he was rapidly beginning to lose any control he had.

“I wanted you to relieve my boredom. I thought about it, fantasized about it,” she said breathlessly. Vision brushed her hair off her shoulder and returned his attentions to her neck. “I locked my thighs together because otherwise I would've slid my hand between them and fucked myself to thoughts of you.”

He groaned at the image of her fingering herself below the table, with closed eyes, parted lips, and cheeks flushed with desire.

“What do you think our fearless and moral leader would have done, hmm?” Vision groaned and his hips jerked against her. They writhed against each other for a few moments before she slid her hand over his neck, down his back, leaning forward to whisper in his ear. “I think he would've wanted to see more. He would deny it, and fight it, but he would want it all the same.”

“You are a temptress,” Vision managed to say, his entire being focused on her and every point where their bodies connected.

“Perhaps he might've wanted to taste me, hmm? Do you think our Captain has a wild man inside of him? Do you think he would go down on me if I offered myself to him? Would he fuck me like you do?”

Vision pulled himself away from her sweet skin and fixed her with an angry stare. She didn't shrink from it, but met his gaze squarely, a challenge in her eyes.

“No one touches you but me,” he said, his voice low and intense. “No one sees you, or tastes you, or fucks you, but me. You are mine.” His clothes were phased away in an instant, and he ripped her panties apart to remove them. Then he was inside of her, pushing deep and hard, and she was so wet for him, so wanting. She lay back on the table as he leaned over her, bracing himself and fucking her fast and rough, bringing her to the brink of orgasm in moments. She locked her legs around him as she came, bucking against him.

Vision didn't slow or stop his punishing pace, and Wanda responded as eagerly as always, her body as ready and welcoming as ever. His Wanda didn't need to stop, she didn't want a break. He knew her body as well as he knew his own. She always wanted more.

Sure enough, she was moaning and pulling him closer, and he leaned down to suck her nipple into his mouth. He nipped it hard, making her cry out, then swirled his tongue over the nub to ease the sting. She was so beautiful, bouncing underneath him, her body a molten heat around his cock. His control was slipping, but he wanted her to come again. He wanted to make her come so hard she needed no one and nothing else.

She cried out when Vision pulled out of her, but he only looked down at her, his expression fierce and immutable. He slid her further back onto the table, his eyes between her legs, and Wanda smirked. She bent her knees and spread her legs further, pulling up her skirt even more and lifting a bit to present herself to him.

“Do you see something you like?” she asked, teasingly.

“Touch yourself,” Vision said, voice hoarse with lust. “Show me how you would've touched yourself.”

Wanda’s smile widened, and she gave her breasts a quick squeeze before sliding both hands between her legs. She dragged her fingernails over the smooth skin on the inside of her thighs, teasing herself. Vision watched in rapt fascination as her hands slowly made their way to her slick core. She gasped as she finally slid two slender fingers into her hot cunt, her eyes on Vision’s face as she began moving her hips in slow circles. Her clit pressed against her palm with every revolution, but she held her pace steady, making her demonstration last.

Vision had never seen anything so alluring. Her juices coated her fingers, making him want to devour her, and the sounds she made as she masturbated enflamed him. He was moments from touching her when she pulled her fingers out to circle her clit, searching for more friction, more pleasure.

“You are so beautiful, Wanda,” he said, and he pressed his face between her legs, his tongue delving into her folds. In seconds, their passion built into a frenzy, and she clutched at his head with one hand while she arched into him in a powerful orgasm that left her trembling.

And then he was pulling her to the end of the table again, his strong hands around her waist. He held her gaze as he slid his cock back inside of her and shuddered, then he was moving, setting a rapid pace. He was wild for this woman. He kissed her, letting her taste herself on his tongue, his favorite flavor. He reached between them and massaged her clit, urging her to a final climax.

Wanda clutched at his waist, her head thrown back as her body welcomed him as deep as he could go. She was his, would always be his. She surrendered herself to him nightly, with sex and kisses and vulnerability. He gave her everything she needed, and she gave him everything he could ever want.

He cried out her name as he came, his hips bucking uncontrollably, and that was enough to send her over the edge as well. They were one in their ecstasy, joined body and soul.

Wanda stroked his head as he recovered, her touches gentle and soothing. Vision looked at her, and she smiled, seeming sleepy and content.

“Only you, Vision. You're the only man allowed between my thighs.” He smiled at her reassurance, and brushed a thumb gently over her lips.

“You look ready to sleep now,” he said, voice filled with affection.

“I am. Carry me,” she said, holding her arms up. He rolled his eyes, but picked her up gently and proceeded to carry her to her room.

“I'll clean the table later,” he said. “You made quite a mess.” His smirk was tempered by laughter, and she hugged him close.

“It's your fault anyway. You make me want to be dirty for you.”

“I can live with that,” he said smugly. “Now rest. We leave early tomorrow.” She mumbled something he couldn't make out as she nuzzled her face into his chest, eyes closed, at peace. And so was he.
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