It wasn't that he had any aversion to her. The issue was that he knew her well. He'd read her file and knew that Wanda had never had a romantic relationship before. She never had an intimate life. Which meant she'd never been with a guy. And he didn't want to be her first. He didn't care but for the opposite gender, it was a big deal, he reckoned.
Sighing, he returned to the wardrobe and picked out clothes for himself.
"Tony~"
Before he could change his clothes, he heard a very sultry, slurred call from behind. He almost felt worried, somewhat knowing what he was going to find. He was no fool. The moment she walked through that door, he knew her plan.
Yet, he moved.
Slowly, he pivoted on his feet and looked at the bathroom door.
Fuck it! She wants it.
He gave up all the resistance. There was no chance of standing strong against what stood in front of him. Bare from head to toe, those mascara-clad eyes so needy and emotional. Her single arm embarrassingly covered her bust while a hand covered her loins.
"T-Tony… I…"
Wanda stepped closer to Tony. The lack of water on her body and her dry, wavy hair didn't hint that she had taken a shower. This was her true, well-thought decision. And that same decision made her remove her hands and reveal herself to him fully.
Wanda soon stood before him, bare, vulnerable, and yet so deliberately tempting. Perfectly soft, pale skin, the kind that begged to be touched, the kind that seemingly never saw sunlight. Slender yet curvaceous, her hourglass figure was made for indulgence. Handful perky, pink-tipped breasts, nipples hardened from the cool air–or maybe from anticipation. Lower, her stomach was taut and smooth, leading to the freshly shaven, glistening rosy slit between her thighs.
She'd prepared for this. She wanted this.
Her auburn waves cascaded down her shoulders, a striking contrast to the bold, smudged mascara framing her wide, desperate eyes. A vision of purity ruined by lust. The slight tremble in her fingers betrayed her nerves, but she didn't hesitate.
Step by step, she crossed the room, her curving hips swaying. Her lips slightly parted as if waiting for his next move, until she reached him.
Her arms draped over his shoulders, her body flush against him as she rose onto her toes. She kissed him, her lips warm and soft. It was the kind of kiss that made men weak.
Tony barely had time to react before her fingers found the knot of his bathrobe, pulling it loose in a single motion. The heavy fabric slid down his back, pooling at his feet, leaving them both stripped bare.
It's her choice now.
Tony hesitated, but not for long. His arms circled her waist, pulling her closer, their naked skin pressed together.
He could feel her inexperience in the way she kissed; tentative, searching, unsure. So he took control, guiding her, parting her lips, slipping his tongue into her mouth in slow, teasing strokes. Back and forth, he taught her how to move, how to taste. And Wanda followed, mimicking his movements with growing confidence, melting into him.
His hands wandered down the length of her silk-smooth back, exploring every curve, every dip, before settling on the lush swell of her ass. Round, plump, soft under his touch. He spread his fingers wide, squeezing, marveling at how fucking perfect she felt, marshmallowy between squeezes of his fingers.
But Wanda wasn't just some shy, delicate thing. No, she was eager. Bolder than he expected. Her hand slipped between them, tentative at first, until her fingers wrapped around his cock.
Tony exhaled sharply from the grip.
She took her time, as if committing every ridge, every vein to memory with her light touch. She traced his thick shaft with delicate fingertips, measuring its length, its sheer size. She tested the soft, sensitive skin, pulling it back, exposing the flushed, growing head.
A tiny, fascinated hum left her throat as she pressed her thumb against the tiny slit, rubbing in slow circles, smearing his arousal over the sensitive tip. Her breaths grew heavier, needier. Her hand slid further down, cupping his balls, rolling them in her palm, feeling the slight, wrinkled texture. She savored every reaction from him, growing bolder with each passing second.
The more she touched, the more frantic her kisses became, her lips parting with gasping breaths, her body pressing impossibly closer. She wanted him. Badly.
"Mmm… Tony…" Wanda exhaled, her words breathy whispers. "I really… really want this…"
Then, without warning, she dropped to her knees.
Tony barely had time to process before she reached for him, wrapping those slender fingers around the thick base of his cock.
Her face looked so innocent yet so utterly depraved at the same time, hovering right under his throbbing shaft. She held him there, right on the middle of her pretty face, aligning the heavy length from her chin to the middle of her forehead, her wide eyes staring up at him in something between awe and hunger.
She had never touched a cock before. That much was obvious. The way her grip tightened slightly, testing the hardness of his manhood, her thumb running along a thick vein like she was mapping out something fascinating. Her gaze flickered, her pupils dilating as she realized just how much of him there was.
Then, hesitantly, she parted those plump lips and leaned in.
Tony groaned when her warm, wet tongue flicked against his base, slow at first, but growing bolder as she dragged the soft, pink tongue up the underside of his shaft. Slow, teasing strokes, slicking him with her spit, savoring every inch.
His cock twitched at the sight of her; so pure, so untouched, so fucking eager, making it impossible to think straight.
Wanda bit her lip as if unsure of what to do next. But determination won out. She pressed her mouth to his swollen crown, suckling gently, her tongue swirling over the tip.
"Ummhh.." A sharp, needy moan escaped her when she tasted the first beads of his precum, her fingers squeezing around the shaft as she tried to take more of him.
Tried.
She struggled. Her jaw stretched wide, her mouth working around him, but she barely made it halfway before she gagged, pulling back with a gasp, her lips slick with spit. The inexperience was painfully obvious. She had no rhythm, no technique, just unfiltered, eager curiosity. She wanted to please him, wanted to learn, but her body wasn't used to it.
Tony clenched his jaw, suppressing the urge to push deeper, to make her take him properly. But she wasn't ready for that. Instead, he reached down, gripped her slender arm, and pulled her up with ease.
"Slow down." He pressed her back against the nearest wall. "That's not how you should experience your first."
Wanda blinked up at him, dazed, panting. But she didn't argue.
Tony kissed her again, slow but deep, making sure she felt every inch of his tongue. His hands trailed lower, cupping the soft swell of her shimmering breasts. Then he leaned down, wrapping his lips around one tight, pink nipple, sucking greedily.
Wanda hummed a low purr, arching into his mouth. Her fingers tangled into his hair, clutching him like she never wanted him to stop.
"Tony… ah—" She gasped his name when he softly nibbled her nipple, rolling her hips against him unconsciously, her body desperate for friction.
He tormented her, taunting her untouched body, marking her with lips and tongue, dragging out every sweet, desperate sound she had to offer. And only when he was sure she was completely lost in pleasure did he finally lift his head.
Foreheads touching, eyes locked, his breath ghosted over her lips.
"You sure?"
"For months now," she whispered.
Tony didn't hesitate. He grabbed her right thigh and lifted it, hooking her leg over his arm, stretching her open for him, marking their new position.
Wanda gasped at the new angle, her moist, untouched folds parting slightly, leaving her completely exposed.
"Ummh…" She knew what she needed to do. She moaned, reaching down between them. She wrapped her fingers around his aching, iron-hard shaft once more. His cock throbbed in her grip, ready and more than eager.
She bit her lip, lining him up, pressing his flushed cockhead against her soaked, virgin gates.
Then, she subtly nodded. She knew it wouldn't be easy. She knew it would hurt. But she wanted him anyway.
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