Wanda would only be all too happy to let Pietro shape her into whatever he liked, at least in the bedroom. Outside of that, of course, she would still be her own woman, unafraid to debate things with him if she saw a better way of doing them, but the dynamics of their relationship was subject to change, once the doors were closed and the lights were down low.

Hearing and feeling his reaction to her tongue was in itself something of a strong aphrodisiac, and Wanda couldn't help moaning softly around him, unaware of the vibrations it caused around Pietro's erection. She could feel her lips buzzing around him for a moment, but as she wasn't entirely certain whether or not he'd consider that pleasant, she focused instead on the things he asked for, and right now that meant concentrating on using her tongue.

Glancing up at him as he spoke to her, she tried not to get distracted by how turned on she was when she realized he was watching her every move, especially with that look in his eyes. Instead, she drew up slightly, once again letting her tongue lightly circle along the tip of his cock, tasting the bitter pre-come and swallowing around him, getting herself used to the taste of him not just in her mouth but down her throat.

After all, if she did a good job, she'd be tasting much more of him, and so she might as well get herself used to it early on. The last thing Wanda wanted to do was make Pietro think she didn't enjoy this, especially since she quite liked the look on his face as she pressed on, gradually taking more and more of him in his mouth and pausing only when she felt that tip at the back of her throat.