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Vision reached out to her. “Let me look at you, love,” he spoke softly, but with no room for argument. It was annoying how he did that.
Wanda stared daggers at the man. She loved him. He was a wonderful husband. An amazing father. The most annoying synthezoid on the planet (and not just because he was the only one).
“Arms, if you would.” He was already moving behind her, lifting the hem of her shirt, fingers eager on her skin as they dragged upwards. “You are such a good girl for me.”
She rolled her eyes, confident he couldn't see it. “I didn’t get sunburned,” she hated how much it sounded like a whine. His sturdy fingers were at the ties of her bikini top, working slowly, methodically.
Vision let the bra fall to the floor, ran his fingers over her shoulders and down her bare arms. They roamed over her stomach and the tops of her hips before generously cupping her breasts. His chest firmly pressed against her back, and she swallowed hard.
“And why is it that your skin remains unharmed?” He rolled her nipples with finger and thumb, kissed her just below her ear, used his size to turn her to face the full-length mirror in their bedroom.
“Because you felt me up with enough lotion to kill all the reefs,” she retorted in a chipper tone. He pinched her nipple hard, prying a gasp from her lips.
His hands moved to the knot of her beachy skirt, untying with ease to fall away and reveal her bikini bottoms. On each side was a tie, and he fiddled with it. “I only use reef-safe sunscreen,” he growled at her, a nerve clearly touched. She hated how much she liked it.
She watched in the mirror Vision dip a finger into her bottoms, his knuckle rippling beneath the fabric as he traveled into her, caressing her and massaging. A glance in the mirror confirmed her aroused state. “Skipping the leg and ass inspection?” Wanda teased, arching forward into his palm. The hand not massaging her landed firmly on her ass, fingers closing for a small squeeze before slipping under the fabric protecting her skin.
She loved how rough his hands felt on her skin. It was a departure from the expectations for a soft-spoken, gentlemanly scholar. He was so gentle in every way. Except for this. For her.
“Not skipped,” he plunged a second finger into her, nipped her ear lobe. “Merely postponed.”
One tie was pulled loose, and her bikini fell apart. His hand covered her mound when she glanced in the mirror, but she saw his smirk as he added a third finger. Wanda grabbed the back of his head, craned upwards to kiss him, moaned when his free hand found her breast. His fingers kneading her, she began to melt in a way the sun could never achieve. Vision turned her away from the mirror, pressed at her shoulders until she was bent over the end of the bed. Feeling playful, she widened her legs, spreading herself for his admiration.
Vision stroked down her thigh, then back up. A pinch to her butt cheek made her jump. But then he covered her body with his, leaning over her and kissing her hair. “I have been wanting you all day.”
She looked back at him. “You could have come to the pool with us.”
He pulled her firmly against his front, her lips suddenly cold against the fabric of his shorts. She was so, so , naked. And he was fully not. Unfair.
“The only thing I want to swim in is your eyes.” He hummed, and Wanda scoffed.
Vision pinched her butt again. “I am allowed to wax poetic.”
Wanda thrust her body backward to urge her husband’s focus to return. He dropped to his knees, dove in face first, humming and licking into her sex. He brought her to her first climax with ease, and Vision sucked a bruise on her leg where no one would see it as if it were a tally for winning. He rose to his feet and paused.
The eventual sound of a belt buckle was music to Wanda’s ears. Fabric hit the ground. She giggled with excitement. “Did I pass inspection?”
A small slap to her ass. “That has still not been determined.” A slow insertion into her cunt. “Though your grade improves by the second.” He managed to say with his eyes rolled back. “So wet for me, my love.”
“Mmph,” was her reply, all her smarts and skills forced out of her body to make room for her husband. “Vision,”
He bottomed out in her and wrapped a hand over her mouth. Her insides contracted in response. He moved.
Red hands to pale skin, he was impressed at how they contrasted. He loved it.
The wet noise of their coupling was rhythmic to a tee, him pulling his wife back down his length and her adding power to her down thrusts to really give him a show.
“Just like that,” his hand moved from her mouth to her hair, pulling ever so lightly. It was enough to get her to the edge again. It was enough that she wanted him to yank her locks, forcing her to look back at him as he railed her. She turned her head to look at him anyway, delighted in how he let go of her thigh to cup his balls. She thrust back into him more enthusiastically, relishing how loud the clap of their skin meeting thundered. “Remember when we were at that nude beach in Spain?”
Words stuck to her throat. She pushed the memory from her mind to his. The hot sand. How she pretended to nap, sunhat over her face, with her legs fallen open. Seeing the men and women walking past gawk at her. Point at her sex. Vision, off to the side, listened to them and their comments. A beautiful shave. Lovely inner lips. Wonderful coloration. I wish she were awake so I could ask to touch. I wish she were mine so I could slide in, take her, make us feel good. I bet she tastes divine.
She did. Vision came in his boardshorts just replaying the last comment incessantly in his head while watching the ocean. Wanda, spread for so long, was wet and dry and sought a way to remedy the problems with each other. Fix me, Vision. Use your cock to spread my slick, hydrate me with your cum.
Intercourse wasn’t allowed at the public site. Vision carried her to a secluded spot where a husband and wife could have some privacy and take care of each other.
An angle shift made Wanda see stars. Her legs quaked with each thrust, and Vision growled, speeding up briefly before spilling into her. “Sorry,” he moaned, knowing Wanda’s ascent to pleasure had slipped due to his loss of control. He reached under her to find her clit while Wanda focused on catching her breath before climbing to her release again. “Sorry, my love,”
“Ah-“ she lamely attempted to encourage him to continue, the sensation of his come dribbling out of her and onto his hand was intoxicating. Instead of words, she opted to writhing her hips, making his hand track her, and track he did.
“Just like that,” he pet her outer thigh, sped up the small circles that were making her melt. “Beautiful.”
Hot lips pressed between her shoulder blades, and Wanda felt tears prick her eyes as she shook with her release. Vision continued making the small circles, easing off on the pressure, until she was shoving at his arm, overwhelmed. He shifted his hold on her until she was securely cradled against his body, broad chest and heavy legs a calming blanket. She mewled as the orgasm fizzled away one clench at a time, and Vision pressed kiss after kiss into her hair. “Love you. Love you so much.”
The bed dipped as Wanda climbed onto it fully, jello body dewy with sweat. Vision collapsed beside her, still laser focused on her wellbeing, and she fit into the little spoon space he always made sure was carved for her. She fell asleep in mere moments, and Vision followed soon after.