《Mrs. Maximoff》Sixty-one
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We had just gotten back to my house from our Valentine's day date, and Y/N had done nothing but tease me all night.
I knew she was still frustrated from this morning, but she had to learn that things wouldn't always go her way sometimes.
"You had fun tonight, didn't you?" I walked up to her, she seemed to have totally forgotten we had some business to sort out.
"The date was nice as always, yes." She replied, acting as if she was unaware of everything.
"Oh, you know what I'm talking about, Y/N. You're so silly sometimes." I took a strand of her hair in my fingers, twirling it around them. "You're probably going to have to tie your hair, my love."
"And why is that?" I moved my hands down to her wrist, holding it just strong enough to make sure I wasn't hurting her.
"Because first off, I want you on your knees for me." I walked closer to her, making her bare back meet the cold wall. "And then, if you're a good girl, I'll let you ride me, and we don't want your beautiful hair to be in the way, do we?"
Y/N gulped as I pressed our fronts onto each other.
"That is only if you're okay with it, baby." I reassured her and she broke into a soft smile.
"Yes, I am. Thank you for always making sure I'm comfortable."
"I wouldn't dream of anything else." I broke the distance between us, positioning my hand behind her neck, bringing her close to me.
I felt her need my touch, but she knew she wouldn't have it easy, indeed she was forcing herself not to go further than what she wanted.
"That's my girl, knows it will take time for her to get what she wants." I praised her, which I knew was something she enjoyed. I could see her lips break into a smile every time I did, which just made me want to do it even more.
"Take me to your bed." She whispered once we had distanced ourselves to get some air.
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"Oh uh, there's something missing in that sentence."
"Please, take me to your bed."
"My good girl." I kissed her cheek before taking her hands into mine and walking together to my bedroom. "So, what did we agree you were going to do first?"
"I was going to get on my knees for you." I nodded at her words and saw her lower herself down to her knees in front of me.
She took the hair tie she always wore around her wrist and after a few moments her hair was up.
"My pretty girl, you're so obedient tonight." I caressed her cheek. I was sitting on the bed with Y/N on her knees in front of me, what else could I ask for?
I took my shirt off and saw her going for my pants, sliding her fingers under the waistband and slowly pulling them down.
"You say you're the lucky one..." I heard her whisper, her words made me smile. "I love you."
"I love you too, sweet girl." I replied and she resumed her actions, soon I found myself only in my underwear.
Y/N began her movements between my thighs, my wet center was already in exposure for her, my panties were the only thing preventing me from being completely exposed from her.
Her hands caressed my legs while I touched my breasts, every single touch was making the feeling inside of me grow even more, and I was desperate for it.
She started tracing her way to my center with wet kisses, leaving me even more frustrated, even though I was the one she was listening to and could use that to my benefit, I let her do whatever she felt like doing, even if that included me waiting.
I'd wait for her. I'd wait days, weeks, months and years just to feel her touch as much as I could. I craved it, I craved it like nothing before. Like nothing ever even existed to me before I felt her touch on my skin and her lips on mine. I still couldn't believe that was my life.
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Y/N took her time on my inner things, my wetness became unbearable and she was aware of it.
With one smooth motion she took off my panties and closed the distance between my center and her lips, which as soon touched my sensitiveness made me twitch. She limited herself to a few kisses, and when she pulled apart I felt empty.
"Talk to me if you're not going to do anything, sweetheart." I stated. I wanted to hear her voice and make her presence even more known.
"Did I tell you that I love you?"
Her bluntess made me chuckle.
"Yeah, you did, love."
I was confused when I didn't hear her talk again, she took me off guard when two of her fingers slid into my center, making me let out a loud moan.
Her pumps fastened with each second, and every single one made rough moans echo within the walls.
"Y-you feel so good..." I murmured, getting lost in all the pleasure she was giving me. Seconds after I came on her fingers, which she took in her mouth and sucked.
"You like that, don't you?"
She nodded, I could see she was impatient about what we had to do next. I gestured for her to get up and sit on my lap.
"You were such a good girl in giving me what I needed, I think it's time for the other thing I promised you, but you're a little too dressed for it." Her eyes lit up as soon as I mentioned it, and she didn't hesitate to take off her clothes and take place on my lap again. I positioned my hands on her waist as a sign she could start whenever she wanted.
Her movements started off slow, I could see she was getting used to the feeling and it made me smile. What came after was a wild mess of moans and grunts which only increased as her pace quickened.
"You're close, but don't let it go. Let it build up as much as you can before you do." I tried my best to keep my composure, my center was pulsating again.
"I d-don't think I-"
"Just do it, Y/N. Listen to me." I repeated, a little louder than before.
"Please..."
"You heard what I said."
Still, Y/N let herself come on my lap. She instantly looked at me, her eyes wide open.
"Stand up." I stated and she did what I told her. I rubbed my fingers on my lap, feeling then meet her arousal and then signaling for Y/N to look at me. "Suck."
Y/N obeyed again, she looked deeply into my eyes, her pupils were as dilated as they could be.
"You weren't as good as you taste, were you?" She hesitated to answer, and when she opened her mouth to do it, I didn't let her. "Be faster next time. Bend over on my legs." I commanded.
"You're gonna have to count, yeah?"
"Yes." I heard her whisper, I didn't have to tell her to speak up, she understood it herself. "Yes." She repeated with a louder voice.
"Good. You look so pretty like this." I told her before my hand met her ass and I felt her entire body jerk.
"One." Her voice was flat, she probably wasn't expecting that to feel the way it did.
I did it once again, slightly harder.
"Two."
"Good girl."
And I did it again, one, two and three more times after that.
"Can you tell me what you did wrong, Y/N?" I asked her.
"I came."
"Be more specific."
"I came when you told me I couldn't and I teased you all night."
"Good. I hope this was clear enough."
Y/N sat next to me and lowered her head on my shoulder, I kissed her forehead as she groaned.
"Are you okay, love? Did I hurt you?"
"You didn't, baby. I'm okay."
"I love you so much, Y/N."
"I love you too, Wanda."
"Let's sleep, yeah?"
"Yeah, let's go."
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