[A low warm chuckle rumbles through Wanda's chest.] If you insist. [She won't say no to clothing though it's a little surprising to be offered a bit of Widowmaker's wardrobe.]
Mmm [She hums.] I think you're right.
[Wanda shifts as she beings to trail little kisses across Widowmaker's clavicle. Her hair falls over her shoulder, tickling Widowmaker's thighs before pushing the other woman back on the bed. Bit by bit those little kisses turn into nips and eager bites as Wanda travels over the crest of the snipers breast.
Her fingers gently tug on Widowmwakers panties] Can I tear these or shall I take them off the normal way?
[Plush bed cushioning her back, Widowmaker let her fingers trail through Wanda's hair as the woman set herself to the task of stoking certain fires. It wasn't that Widowmaker needed worked up as much as she needed to have her mind pulled from where it was circling to wake up her lust. Though the way her body was already responding to the proximity of lips to tips, it may not take long.]
Do as you wish. I am yours. [An allowance she had never given Wanda before.]
[The lack of restriction and restraint rang through Wanda like a drug. She pushed Widowmaker dark hard and stopped going slowly. She pressed her lips against Widowmaker's clit and sucked hard before dragging her tongue down the slick folds of her sex. A low moan rumbled through Wanda's lips and she pulled away to exhale and speak against the sensitive skin.]
You taste so good.
[She slipped a finger into Widowmaker's pussy, teasing and thrusting slowly before pressing against her ass.
Wanda wouldn't push to far to fast but she was eager to taste Widowmaker and please the woman who she could never fall in love with.]
[The suddenness of Wanda's switch into aggression as the woman fully grasped what had been given to her was overwhelming... and exactly what Widowmaker needed to get out of her own head. Such swift removal of her undergarments and a head pushed between her legs without warning had Widowmaker arching sharply and gasping quite loudly.
Already shivering at the hot tongue and the breath washing over her, she reached down to grab the back of Wanda's head. Unlike in the past, she didn't lock her fingers in the hair or pull. No, she simply rest it there as she squirmed somewhat at Wanda's mercy. Widowmaker's ass resisted the intrusion as she wasn't worked up enough for ease (and she hadn't been expecting it) but thankfully she was long enough in limb to be able to reach her bedside table.
A little fumbling, but she got the drawer open and fished out a bottle of lube to vaguely toss it toward Wanda.]
[Wanda takes the lube and spreads a decent amount along two fingers before pressing gently against the rim of Widowmaker's ass. She works the muscle carefully before pushing in to the first knuckle. Again she presses against her sides and then pushes in a little further. It's a slow process, carefully done to lace pleasure with tension and pain.]
You're so tight. [She coos and then lowers her lips to Widowmaker's pussy to taste the orgasm that she coaxed from the woman's body. Her tongue slid against her entrance and then circled Widowmaker's clit before pressing the flat of her tongue down the slick folds.
A low moan rumbles through her chest as she sucks and teases her lovers pussy.]
[Heavy breaths were punctuated with sharper gasps and deeper moans as her ass was invaded. The lubrication made it much easier for Wanda to get inside, giving Widowmaker a taste of something she hadn't had in a very long time. Despite her exquisite ass, none she had been with since her arrival had ventured there until now. It was only fair, too, considering what attention she'd given Wanda's a while back.]
Tight for you.
[Words breathed out - in English, she thought - as her hands went up to smooth her hair back, resting on her forehead, as she started rolling her hips up into Wanda's touch.]
[A low warm chuckle vibrates against Widowmaker's pussy as her tongue continues to tease her clit and push within her tight entrance.
Her fingers move skillfully as she widens Widowmaker's perfectly tight ass and begins to thrust in slow languid motions. Her light green eyes watch the tremble of pleasure that ripples through her lovers frame and she feels something hot and bubbling rise inside of her. It's an odd thought but she doesn't want Widowmaker to address her.
Wanda wants to leave and when she returns to her room she wants to think back on this moment and pleasure herself while remembering every eager roll of Widowmaker's hips against her mouth.]
[Such cheeky vibrations against an already sensitive spot bought Wanda a loud gasp on top of her already present moans. The usually quiet spider was certainly not, though never as loud as Wanda could get. A hand slid over her own breast, grabbing and teasing it, toying with her own nipple, as she continued to meet ever deeper thrusts and hot licks with her hips.
Mind captured by Wanda, Widowmaker thought not of her dead husband or what had once been, not of lost innocence or torturous procedures. Instead she thought of the full feeling from Wanda's touch, the precise attack at her swollen and aching clit. Of not having to take and being okay with giving, not guarding so fiercely.
The next orgasm was longer than the last, and Widowmaker writhed on her bed.]
[Wanda worked her through the orgasm before slowly bringing her menstruations to a pause. She drags the flat of her tongue against Widowmaker's sex, making sure she'd swallowed every last drip of the woman's orgasm.]
Do you want more?
[She asks in a low husky voice while slipping her finger out of Widowmaker's ass. At some point Wanda will leave but she'll give Widowmaker as many orgasms as it takes to help her forget and rest through the night.]
[Left gasping and trying to catch her breath, it took a few moments for Widowmaker to respond with anything other than a nod. When she could, she pawed at and drew Wanda up until she could kiss her. Slow and deep though they were there was no dominance in these kisses but as close to gentle as the spider was capable of. Tangled together, Widowmaker relished Wanda's weight upon her and the soft warmth of her bare skin against her own. After a few indulgent moments, she pulled back.]
[The gentleness takes Wanda off-guard for a moment but it's only second's pause before she's pushing against Widowmaker, asking for more than the woman is currently giving her. Her tongue flicks and drags against hers as she places a kiss against her cheek and then a bit on Widowmaker's shoulder.
Her fingers slip into the soaked heat of her lovers sex and begin to slowly curl upward and pulse. At the same time her lips move, biting and licking towards the lovely peak of her breasts. A low moan rumbled through her chest as she skillfully plucked such sweet breaths form Widowmaker's blue lips.]
[Surprise flickered through her as Wanda responded as though those gentle kisses alone were a turn on. She wasn't expecting to have fingers buried inside her again, stroking the right spot inside where the pleasure outweighed the sensitivity. She couldn't even respond to Wanda's words, gasping loudly with arms wrapped loosely about the woman's head as that mouth brought her nipples back to hard peaks.
Wanda held such power in her hand right then. Speed up just a bit and Widowmaker would tumble into her third orgasm. Stay steady and it would be torture. Beautiful, beautiful torture.]
[Wanda smiles against Widowmaker's skin as she keeps the steady pace of her fingers. She wants to wear Widowmaker out but she also wants to prolong each sensation for as long as she possibly can.
Her teeth switch between breasts, nipping at the skin before dragging her tongue along the pert nipple. Warmth and need flood though Wanda but she ignores it.]
I'm going to fuck you until you can't move. Then I'm going to return to my room and touch myself while thinking of you like this, perfect and sexy.
[Fingers knotted in Wanda's hair now, yet not pulling, Widowmaker pressed her head back into the cushion of her mattress. Mouth open and panting, eyes closed, she tried to raise her hips up to get more from the fingers inside, to hit that right spot, but Wanda's weight kept her from being very effective.]
[Wanda sinks a little further into the soft heat of Widowmaker's flesh and begins to slowly increase her pace. Every motion is even and measured, coaxing enough of Widowmaker to bring her to her peak but controlling how long it'll take the other woman to get there.]
You want to know?
[She kissed and nipped at her skin between each word.]
I'm going to start by playing with my breasts, teasing and pinching my nipples while imagining you watching me.
[Though Widowmaker's eyes were closed, body arching up into Wanda, she played into the picture Wanda was painting for her. Her voice colored with need as she felt herself so close. So, so close.]
[Wanda's light green eyes are alight with need and lust as she continues to thrust into Widowmaker. Her pace slowly increases, her fingers curling up as she presses against the sensitive nerves deep within the alluring spider. She drags her tongue over the peak of Widowmaker's breast, teases the pert nipple with her teeth and then finally speaks in a low husky voice against the woman's chilled skin.]
I am going to slide my fingers down my stomach and then between my thighs. You'll still be in the corner of her my thoughts, watching me as I cry out your name and begin to thrust inside of myself.
[She begins to move her fingers as if emulating what she planned to do to herself.]
I'll slowly get faster and faster. Until I can't take it anymore.
[Fingers slid over Wanda's shoulder, unable to find purchase, as the woman continued to pleasure Widowmaker and speak such wonderful things. Panting, Widowmaker's eyes opened once - completely unfocused as they looked up at the ceiling - for a few moments until the angle of such a perfect touch hit her right within. She was writhing underneath Wanda as the words and thrusts were coordinated, balanced on the edge as she both craved and dreaded being taken over into another climax.]
H-how will you s-say it? [A ragged moan broke through.] My name.
[This was the sexiest thing Widowmaker had experienced in... quite a long time.]
[Wanda refuses to let up. Fingers, lips and body move together in harmony as she continues to coax Widowmaker to her peak. Her breath is heavy and her own need skyrocketing as Wanda denies herself any release until she is sure that Widowmaker has experienced her fill.]
Widowmaker [She moans the name against the peak of her lovers breasts, her voice thick with lust and passion. There are few who entice Wanda so skillfully but Widowmaker is by far one of those people. Such sweet noises, the need and tension she can feel as hips rock against her hand.
Even after Widowmaker's next release, Wanda doesn't plan to stop.]
Amélie. [She chants the name like its honey on her lips, pressing into Widowmaker again and again.] Amélie. [She continues to pump her fingers, her teeth and lips nipping at Widowmaker's breaths.]
Only whispered when I am alone and thinking of you.
[Her name.
Even heady with lust and need, Wanda knew what it meant to hear Widowmakers true name. It's something special and something that Wanda will selfishly guard.]
[Wanda damn well better guard that knowledge. Names had power and Widowmaker's was no different. The spider would kill Wanda if the woman told others what had just been revealed to her.
Body writhing, Wanda's body upon her own, holding what little she could of the spider down, was the only thing keeping Widowmaker in place as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. So heightened was it with the sound of her real name on those tantalizing lips that Wanda's skilled fingers and abject attention had Widowmaker rolling right into yet another orgasm. It was smaller, far less intense, but there nonetheless as Wanda kept massaging that spot within.]
[Wanda counted six orgasms before she relented and allowed Widowmaker to relax. She pressed a tender kiss to Widowmaker's abdomen and then another against the hard tip of her breasts.] Amélie. [She whispers in a heady sweet breath.] It's time to rest. Think of me as I return to my room to think of you.
[She shifts up Widowmaker's frame to press a chaste kiss to her loves lips. She's beautiful though Wanda is quick to push the thought from her mind. Moments like this are dangerous.]
I'll keep your secret save. Sweet dreams Widowmaker.
[Wanda rose from the bed and reached for Widowmaker's robe. Her body is on fire with need but she'll wait until she's back at her room to perform depraved acts to herself all while thinking of her sweet writhing Amélie.]
[Her body felt heavy, muscles lethargic as a plethora of tingles and the closest thing to warmth that she'd felt settled inside her. She couldn't focus her eyes, as much as Wanda's ministrations had worn her out. Widowmaker was most definitely going to sleep well.
A hand did manage to come up to Wanda's cheek as she was kissed, to make it linger just a bit, and pretty incoherent French slipped from her lips afterward. As Wanda pulled away, there was a moment where Widowmaker tried to hold onto the woman but it was only a moment before she remembered it wasn't safe for Wanda to stay. Letting the woman slip away, the spider turned on her side, hugging her pillow to her as her lover left.
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Mmm [She hums.] I think you're right.
[Wanda shifts as she beings to trail little kisses across Widowmaker's clavicle. Her hair falls over her shoulder, tickling Widowmaker's thighs before pushing the other woman back on the bed. Bit by bit those little kisses turn into nips and eager bites as Wanda travels over the crest of the snipers breast.
Her fingers gently tug on Widowmwakers panties] Can I tear these or shall I take them off the normal way?
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Do as you wish. I am yours. [An allowance she had never given Wanda before.]
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You taste so good.
[She slipped a finger into Widowmaker's pussy, teasing and thrusting slowly before pressing against her ass.
Wanda wouldn't push to far to fast but she was eager to taste Widowmaker and please the woman who she could never fall in love with.]
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Already shivering at the hot tongue and the breath washing over her, she reached down to grab the back of Wanda's head. Unlike in the past, she didn't lock her fingers in the hair or pull. No, she simply rest it there as she squirmed somewhat at Wanda's mercy. Widowmaker's ass resisted the intrusion as she wasn't worked up enough for ease (and she hadn't been expecting it) but thankfully she was long enough in limb to be able to reach her bedside table.
A little fumbling, but she got the drawer open and fished out a bottle of lube to vaguely toss it toward Wanda.]
Here. Use this.
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You're so tight. [She coos and then lowers her lips to Widowmaker's pussy to taste the orgasm that she coaxed from the woman's body. Her tongue slid against her entrance and then circled Widowmaker's clit before pressing the flat of her tongue down the slick folds.
A low moan rumbles through her chest as she sucks and teases her lovers pussy.]
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Tight for you.
[Words breathed out - in English, she thought - as her hands went up to smooth her hair back, resting on her forehead, as she started rolling her hips up into Wanda's touch.]
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Her fingers move skillfully as she widens Widowmaker's perfectly tight ass and begins to thrust in slow languid motions. Her light green eyes watch the tremble of pleasure that ripples through her lovers frame and she feels something hot and bubbling rise inside of her. It's an odd thought but she doesn't want Widowmaker to address her.
Wanda wants to leave and when she returns to her room she wants to think back on this moment and pleasure herself while remembering every eager roll of Widowmaker's hips against her mouth.]
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Mind captured by Wanda, Widowmaker thought not of her dead husband or what had once been, not of lost innocence or torturous procedures. Instead she thought of the full feeling from Wanda's touch, the precise attack at her swollen and aching clit. Of not having to take and being okay with giving, not guarding so fiercely.
The next orgasm was longer than the last, and Widowmaker writhed on her bed.]
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Do you want more?
[She asks in a low husky voice while slipping her finger out of Widowmaker's ass. At some point Wanda will leave but she'll give Widowmaker as many orgasms as it takes to help her forget and rest through the night.]
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Oui, minette. Merci beaucoup.
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Her fingers slip into the soaked heat of her lovers sex and begin to slowly curl upward and pulse. At the same time her lips move, biting and licking towards the lovely peak of her breasts. A low moan rumbled through her chest as she skillfully plucked such sweet breaths form Widowmaker's blue lips.]
You're so lovely.
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Wanda held such power in her hand right then. Speed up just a bit and Widowmaker would tumble into her third orgasm. Stay steady and it would be torture. Beautiful, beautiful torture.]
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Her teeth switch between breasts, nipping at the skin before dragging her tongue along the pert nipple. Warmth and need flood though Wanda but she ignores it.]
I'm going to fuck you until you can't move. Then I'm going to return to my room and touch myself while thinking of you like this, perfect and sexy.
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H-how will you touch yourself?
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You want to know?
[She kissed and nipped at her skin between each word.]
I'm going to start by playing with my breasts, teasing and pinching my nipples while imagining you watching me.
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[Though Widowmaker's eyes were closed, body arching up into Wanda, she played into the picture Wanda was painting for her. Her voice colored with need as she felt herself so close. So, so close.]
And then?
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I am going to slide my fingers down my stomach and then between my thighs. You'll still be in the corner of her my thoughts, watching me as I cry out your name and begin to thrust inside of myself.
[She begins to move her fingers as if emulating what she planned to do to herself.]
I'll slowly get faster and faster. Until I can't take it anymore.
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H-how will you s-say it? [A ragged moan broke through.] My name.
[This was the sexiest thing Widowmaker had experienced in... quite a long time.]
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Widowmaker [She moans the name against the peak of her lovers breasts, her voice thick with lust and passion. There are few who entice Wanda so skillfully but Widowmaker is by far one of those people. Such sweet noises, the need and tension she can feel as hips rock against her hand.
Even after Widowmaker's next release, Wanda doesn't plan to stop.]
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Non... Non... [Widowmaker moaned and weighed, and then it was out of her mouth before she realized it.] Amélie.
[As if a trigger was pulled, Widowmaker cried out immediately following that name, a fresh climax shuddering through her.]
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Only whispered when I am alone and thinking of you.
[Her name.
Even heady with lust and need, Wanda knew what it meant to hear Widowmakers true name. It's something special and something that Wanda will selfishly guard.]
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Body writhing, Wanda's body upon her own, holding what little she could of the spider down, was the only thing keeping Widowmaker in place as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. So heightened was it with the sound of her real name on those tantalizing lips that Wanda's skilled fingers and abject attention had Widowmaker rolling right into yet another orgasm. It was smaller, far less intense, but there nonetheless as Wanda kept massaging that spot within.]
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[She shifts up Widowmaker's frame to press a chaste kiss to her loves lips. She's beautiful though Wanda is quick to push the thought from her mind. Moments like this are dangerous.]
I'll keep your secret save. Sweet dreams Widowmaker.
[Wanda rose from the bed and reached for Widowmaker's robe. Her body is on fire with need but she'll wait until she's back at her room to perform depraved acts to herself all while thinking of her sweet writhing Amélie.]
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A hand did manage to come up to Wanda's cheek as she was kissed, to make it linger just a bit, and pretty incoherent French slipped from her lips afterward. As Wanda pulled away, there was a moment where Widowmaker tried to hold onto the woman but it was only a moment before she remembered it wasn't safe for Wanda to stay. Letting the woman slip away, the spider turned on her side, hugging her pillow to her as her lover left.
She would never ask for her robe back.]