[It comes out in a quiet and breathless low groan as she grabs his hair tightly, digging her fingernails and heels into his back. He's making her come undone and it's a beautiful thing to watch, Wanda falling apart and completely letting go. When she comes, it's so hard and immediate, clenching around his vibrating cock, and the friction is so much more prominent, Pietro can barely hold on himself. But he does, just for a moment longer. Everything feels too hot too soon, and the vibrations increase momentarily before they stop entirely, abruptly, and he follows her orgasm with his own, his fingers clutching her side so hard he's sure they'll leave distinct marks.]
[ It's on the tip of her tongue to tell him that's how they're going to have sex until the end of time, but the vibrations have somehow made her lose her ability to talk, let alone think of the words she wants to even say. She digs her nails into his back and turns her head away and tries to wet her drying mouth. She pants too hard for her to feel as though she's about to speak sense. ]
[He huffs indignantly, but it's with a tired edge to it and his fingers are now gentle at her sides, stroking over the reddening marks he'd just put there.]
It is your fault I lost control of it.
[Absolutely her fault she squeezed so hard, and he shifts to move his cock inside her as a reminder.]
[ Except, well… that admission makes her feel hot all over. She keeps her legs tied around him, not wanting to let him go. She keeps her hand against his back.
After clearing her throat, she purses her lips. ]
Maybe if you were better…
[ She shrugs, looking away. If he was better, she wouldn't be able to wrap her legs around him. ]
So, you admit that your age has finally caught up to you?
[ She doesn't untangle her foot, shoving it into his back as a reminder that she's here and she's present. She'll wrap around him like a barnacle if she wants to—and so she does, even though she can't with her arms. Instead, she ruffles his hair. ]
You vibrate a little and now you need to sleep? Such a tease.
[ She does. Even without the vibrations, she'd want to go again until he's boneless and she feels like she's floating in the air. But now with the vibrations… Can anyone blame her for wanting to feel it again? ]
Do you not want to?
[ If she says 'yes', he can tease her. Wanda doesn't wish to give him such an opening again. ]
[She's turned it on him and made it a challenge he can't refuse, especially now that his short refractory period is over and he's already hard again. They could be at it all night at this rate, until he depletes all his energy and can't move. He's sure that's what she wants.]
Of course I do. I am not yet satisfied. You need to do a better job.
[He runs his hands up to her chest, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples, and starts the vibrations again, sudden and intense. With her legs still wrapped tightly around him, he works with little space again, but the speed of vibration should make up for lack of very driving thrusts.]
[ Wanda gasps and arches her back off the bed. He's getting quicker at coming back to himself after each orgasm that she hardly has any time to plot. ]
No, not this way.
[ She ignores the flush to her chest and neck. Darting her gaze briefly away from his, she peers up at him again. She grasps uselessly for his wrists despite knowing he can easily pull out of her hold. ]
I want it a different way. I want you behind me. [ She pushes his face gently with her hand to try and dissuade him from looking at her. ] Your face is too ugly to look at.
[Pietro's tone is exasperated, but he stops the vibrations and takes his hands off her breasts, planting them on either side of her instead, and pulling back away from her hands at his face.]
We will do it your way, but you need to let me move.
[He squirms, rather impatiently, waiting for her to uncoil the death-grip of her legs.]
[ He should be able to move without her having to do anything to enable that! Wanda untangles her legs and plants her feet firmly on the bed. ]
You want to do it?
[ She does her best not to acknowledge how hot she feels. Considering tonight seems to be the night when Pietro trusts her to explore something different, she thinks it's only fair she places that in his hands.
But that doesn't mean she won't blush as she shoves at his shoulder to get him to move. ]
[It somehow seems both less and more intimate to do it this way, and tonight is apparently for exploring. Pietro takes a moment just to look down at her, flushed and pushing at his shoulder.]
Give me time, I'm old.
[He does move, but takes it upon himself to quickly position her as he likes, on her knees underneath him. His breath is hot at the back of her neck as he brushes her hair aside, tangling his fingers in it.]
[ Wanda takes a moment to shift on the bed and catch her breath. He's still around her, never far from reach. Gripping the bedspread between the fingers of one hand, Wanda nods. ]
Yes.
[ It comes out softer than she means for it to. ]
The girls said that this felt nice.
[ She purposefully doesn't mention any specific names, not wanting Pietro to lose sight of what they're doing. Now isn't the time for him to tease her in such a way.
Readjusting her knees on the bed, she clears her throat gently. ]
So, I wanted to see. But I don't want you to disappear. [ She flushes hotly again, liking the fact that his hand is in her hair and he's still warm against her back. ] I like you like this… over me. But don't knot my hair.
[Pietro almost asks which girls she'd been talking to, but had he names, he would have something to say about it, untrue statements that he can't ever help himself from teasing her with. And he isn't sure he wants to know the specifics of this conversation she'd had, if Wanda had inquired about this because she was dissatisfied with him, bored. Those thoughts aren't to be entertained, unsubstantiated speculation that Pietro won't allow himself. She asked because she wants to try something new with him, that's all. At her last comment, he rolls his eyes even though Wanda can't see it, sighing.]
I won't knot your hair.
[He leaves it alone, untangling his fingers to brace himself on the bed with one hand, snaking an arm around Wanda's waist and holding her to him as he positions himself. A different angle, different sensations, and his thrusts start slowly, long and deep. As much as Pietro likes to see her face and read the expression in her eyes, embracing her this way has its own appeal, and for some reason he wants to be gentle about it, exploratory.]
[ Perhaps it's a good thing he says nothing cheeky. Wanda's not entirely sure she'd have any words to throw back at him.
She closes her eyes and moans lowly as he begins to move inside of her. The angle's so different to what she's used to. It's strange not to be able to read his expression above or below her and to be able to nitpick at him and literally poke him. Instead, things feel heightened. She can focus on the way he holds her and feels up against her.
She doesn't raise her voice. ]
I like it, too.
[ And it's easier to keep her blushing to herself, given he can't see her face. Wanda closes her eyes and parts her lips, panting softly as she experimentally shifts back against him. ]
[His exclamation is softer than it usually is, and perhaps it's a good thing they're trying this after his fourth orgasm, where he isn't especially impatient and won't start to hurry things along. At least not yet. He tightens his hold on her, fingers splayed across her stomach, and the vibrations start again.]
[ She jerks against him, having not expected that. She tightens around him and tenses her entire body before she forces herself to relax. It's different in a way that will take some time to get used to, especially since it's coming from Pietro. He's always hummed with impatience, but this is so literal.
Wanda moans and tightens the muscles of her stomach, wanting to feel his hands grip at her. She rocks back against him and makes a noise of pleasure low in her throat. ]
[He shudders slightly, and tries to suppress embarrassing whining when all of her muscles tighten and she clenches so hard around him. It's worth every bit of extra energy expenditure to facilitate that.]
Yes, it's good...
[His breath hitches and comes heavier.]
This is the last time.
[Despite saying so, like he might not last much longer, he speeds up his thrusts, encouraged by her moaning and the fluttering of her muscles underneath him. He's determined to end this birthday on a very good note.]
[ It'd sound more like a reprimand if she didn't speak so breathily—and if she cared for it to sound like one. Wanda grips the bedspread tightly, tilting her head back as she closes her eyes. It's strange not being able to see him, but she can imagine him clear as day, the pink flush to his cheeks, the way his hair's a mess on his head. She doubts she's gotten a detail wrong in her recollection of him. ]
[He punctuates that with a particularly sharp thrust, tightening his hold on her possessively, there's something more raw about doing it this way and Pietro runs with that instinctive feeling. Shifting his weight mostly to his knees, he takes his hand off the bed to grab her hair and pull. It's less gentle than he intended, but he won't knot it.]
Always wanting so much, Wanda. I don't know why I put up with you.
[He can't finish his thought all at once, a low groan escaping at that keening noise she makes. She's slamming back against him hard and it's so difficult to stay focused on anything when it's rough and forceful. He hadn't even had to ask for Wanda to go harder, and for once, Pietro wants to make this last as long as he can, willing himself not to slip over the edge yet.]
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[It comes out in a quiet and breathless low groan as she grabs his hair tightly, digging her fingernails and heels into his back. He's making her come undone and it's a beautiful thing to watch, Wanda falling apart and completely letting go. When she comes, it's so hard and immediate, clenching around his vibrating cock, and the friction is so much more prominent, Pietro can barely hold on himself. But he does, just for a moment longer. Everything feels too hot too soon, and the vibrations increase momentarily before they stop entirely, abruptly, and he follows her orgasm with his own, his fingers clutching her side so hard he's sure they'll leave distinct marks.]
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Why did you stop?
[ She smacks his back weakly. ]
I've never felt anything like that ever.
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It is your fault I lost control of it.
[Absolutely her fault she squeezed so hard, and he shifts to move his cock inside her as a reminder.]
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[ Except, well… that admission makes her feel hot all over. She keeps her legs tied around him, not wanting to let him go. She keeps her hand against his back.
After clearing her throat, she purses her lips. ]
Maybe if you were better…
[ She shrugs, looking away. If he was better, she wouldn't be able to wrap her legs around him. ]
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[He looks disheartened, but continues stroking below her ribs, starting low vibrations in his fingers.]
One day, I will be gone and you will never find a good enough replacement.
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Don't say such shit, Pietro!
[ Wanda's not one for swearing unless the situation calls for it. And this? This calls for it. Speaking such horrible things…
She grips his bicep and wraps one of her feet over his calves. ]
Where you go, I go. I will follow you even into the grave. You will never be without me.
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[He says it gently though, and reaches back to try and pull her foot loose.]
I'm tired, Wanda.
[That comes out more whiny than he wants to.]
Untangle yourself and let an old man sleep.
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[ She doesn't untangle her foot, shoving it into his back as a reminder that she's here and she's present. She'll wrap around him like a barnacle if she wants to—and so she does, even though she can't with her arms. Instead, she ruffles his hair. ]
You vibrate a little and now you need to sleep? Such a tease.
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[His attempt at a stern frown is more of a pout.]
... Do you want to do it again?
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Do you not want to?
[ If she says 'yes', he can tease her. Wanda doesn't wish to give him such an opening again. ]
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Of course I do. I am not yet satisfied. You need to do a better job.
[He runs his hands up to her chest, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples, and starts the vibrations again, sudden and intense. With her legs still wrapped tightly around him, he works with little space again, but the speed of vibration should make up for lack of very driving thrusts.]
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No, not this way.
[ She ignores the flush to her chest and neck. Darting her gaze briefly away from his, she peers up at him again. She grasps uselessly for his wrists despite knowing he can easily pull out of her hold. ]
I want it a different way. I want you behind me. [ She pushes his face gently with her hand to try and dissuade him from looking at her. ] Your face is too ugly to look at.
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[Pietro's tone is exasperated, but he stops the vibrations and takes his hands off her breasts, planting them on either side of her instead, and pulling back away from her hands at his face.]
We will do it your way, but you need to let me move.
[He squirms, rather impatiently, waiting for her to uncoil the death-grip of her legs.]
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You want to do it?
[ She does her best not to acknowledge how hot she feels. Considering tonight seems to be the night when Pietro trusts her to explore something different, she thinks it's only fair she places that in his hands.
But that doesn't mean she won't blush as she shoves at his shoulder to get him to move. ]
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[It somehow seems both less and more intimate to do it this way, and tonight is apparently for exploring. Pietro takes a moment just to look down at her, flushed and pushing at his shoulder.]
Give me time, I'm old.
[He does move, but takes it upon himself to quickly position her as he likes, on her knees underneath him. His breath is hot at the back of her neck as he brushes her hair aside, tangling his fingers in it.]
Is this how you want it?
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Yes.
[ It comes out softer than she means for it to. ]
The girls said that this felt nice.
[ She purposefully doesn't mention any specific names, not wanting Pietro to lose sight of what they're doing. Now isn't the time for him to tease her in such a way.
Readjusting her knees on the bed, she clears her throat gently. ]
So, I wanted to see. But I don't want you to disappear. [ She flushes hotly again, liking the fact that his hand is in her hair and he's still warm against her back. ] I like you like this… over me. But don't knot my hair.
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I won't knot your hair.
[He leaves it alone, untangling his fingers to brace himself on the bed with one hand, snaking an arm around Wanda's waist and holding her to him as he positions himself. A different angle, different sensations, and his thrusts start slowly, long and deep. As much as Pietro likes to see her face and read the expression in her eyes, embracing her this way has its own appeal, and for some reason he wants to be gentle about it, exploratory.]
I like holding you like this.
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She closes her eyes and moans lowly as he begins to move inside of her. The angle's so different to what she's used to. It's strange not to be able to read his expression above or below her and to be able to nitpick at him and literally poke him. Instead, things feel heightened. She can focus on the way he holds her and feels up against her.
She doesn't raise her voice. ]
I like it, too.
[ And it's easier to keep her blushing to herself, given he can't see her face. Wanda closes her eyes and parts her lips, panting softly as she experimentally shifts back against him. ]
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[His exclamation is softer than it usually is, and perhaps it's a good thing they're trying this after his fourth orgasm, where he isn't especially impatient and won't start to hurry things along. At least not yet. He tightens his hold on her, fingers splayed across her stomach, and the vibrations start again.]
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Wanda moans and tightens the muscles of her stomach, wanting to feel his hands grip at her. She rocks back against him and makes a noise of pleasure low in her throat. ]
Is it okay for you?
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[He shudders slightly, and tries to suppress embarrassing whining when all of her muscles tighten and she clenches so hard around him. It's worth every bit of extra energy expenditure to facilitate that.]
Yes, it's good...
[His breath hitches and comes heavier.]
This is the last time.
[Despite saying so, like he might not last much longer, he speeds up his thrusts, encouraged by her moaning and the fluttering of her muscles underneath him. He's determined to end this birthday on a very good note.]
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[ It'd sound more like a reprimand if she didn't speak so breathily—and if she cared for it to sound like one. Wanda grips the bedspread tightly, tilting her head back as she closes her eyes. It's strange not being able to see him, but she can imagine him clear as day, the pink flush to his cheeks, the way his hair's a mess on his head. She doubts she's gotten a detail wrong in her recollection of him. ]
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[He punctuates that with a particularly sharp thrust, tightening his hold on her possessively, there's something more raw about doing it this way and Pietro runs with that instinctive feeling. Shifting his weight mostly to his knees, he takes his hand off the bed to grab her hair and pull. It's less gentle than he intended, but he won't knot it.]
Always wanting so much, Wanda. I don't know why I put up with you.
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Because I am cute.
[ A fact she thinks he's well-versed in.
Shoving her hips back more fiercely than she had intended, Wanda keens and pants roughly, unable to catch her breath. ]
Cuter than you, for sure.
[ As strong as she wants her voice to be, it shakes and comes out as a hoarse whisper. ]
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[He can't finish his thought all at once, a low groan escaping at that keening noise she makes. She's slamming back against him hard and it's so difficult to stay focused on anything when it's rough and forceful. He hadn't even had to ask for Wanda to go harder, and for once, Pietro wants to make this last as long as he can, willing himself not to slip over the edge yet.]
Cute like this, when I can't see your ugly face.
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