He somehow knew exactly how to shift her. Wanda didn't exactly the mind the rhythmic fucking, but he angled her hips in such a way that even as she rocked against him, she could grind down harder. She would feel this later, and the twinge to her neck and shoulder had her gasping. She tightened around him, feeling him stretch her out.

Hands still manage to grasp, fingers dragging down his back. She could tell this wasn't going to last much longer, but it gave her exactly what she needed after just coming here. Toes curl as she tried to keep moving, trying to get every moment out of this that she could.

"Fuck, James--," she cried out, keeping her eyes closed.