[They are hard decisions, and Pietro holds off a second on responding, weighing his options while he's still on a roll in regards to self-awareness. Every rough slide of her tight slick muscles around his cock is both insufferably slow, and very pleasurable. He could take control back, grab Wanda's hips firmly, dig his nails in, thrust into her quickly while slamming her hips down against his. Things he thinks about when he's verging on the edge of orgasm and can't quite get there as fast as he wants. And he may whine about her slowness, and could demand she hurry up, facilitate it himself, but he's not going to. Not tonight. Not while he's been able to mostly communicate his desires without issue and have her indulge him in shameful acts that he will never speak about... So he squirms slightly, tugging lightly at her magic restraints, but with no intention of freeing himself.]
Have your way with me.
[It's a ridiculous phrase that belongs elsewhere, to some fantasy romance novel maiden, but Pietro will make it work in their tiny and far from romantic bedroom with flaking plaster on the ceiling, crooked floorboards, and a bed frame that creaks.]
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Have your way with me.
[It's a ridiculous phrase that belongs elsewhere, to some fantasy romance novel maiden, but Pietro will make it work in their tiny and far from romantic bedroom with flaking plaster on the ceiling, crooked floorboards, and a bed frame that creaks.]