[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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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.]