[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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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.]