[ One of her favourite things is making Pietro lose control. He thinks less. He's less guarded. He stops stopping himself from letting himself go boneless. He'll always try and be one step ahead and protect them both, but she doubts he really needs to protect them from anything right now. At this moment, she gets to take care of him—a rare instance she has to steal.
Wanda moans again when he yanks on her hair, although this time the sound is long and low. She breathes heavily through her nose and ignores the ache between her legs and the heat clamming at her nape. She takes him a little deeper before she pulls back, expecting that he'll start jerking his hips again. She wants to remain as in control as possible. Doing so means going slow, but she doesn't want to irritate him when she wants to pleasure him instead. Finding that middle ground's going to be a lesson in itself, but she tries to heed Pietro's wishes by sucking hard on the head of his cock and curling her fingers into his belly as though that's enough of a signal that she doesn't mind him yanking or pushing his hips into her. ]
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Wanda moans again when he yanks on her hair, although this time the sound is long and low. She breathes heavily through her nose and ignores the ache between her legs and the heat clamming at her nape. She takes him a little deeper before she pulls back, expecting that he'll start jerking his hips again. She wants to remain as in control as possible. Doing so means going slow, but she doesn't want to irritate him when she wants to pleasure him instead. Finding that middle ground's going to be a lesson in itself, but she tries to heed Pietro's wishes by sucking hard on the head of his cock and curling her fingers into his belly as though that's enough of a signal that she doesn't mind him yanking or pushing his hips into her. ]