Peitho could feel the way that Aphrodite wanted the control, just like she herself did, but the pull-and-push between them was (almost) always entertaining and heightened the experience. Besides, Peitho was well aware that just because someone thought they were controlling things in the bedroom, didn't mean they actually were. Peitho had learned well how to bow and still be powerful.
Her fingers slowly found their way into Aphrodite's hair, keeping her close as the kissed but showing less force now. She wanted to press harder, but maybe the time for that would come.
She couldn't help the small moan she let out against Aphrodite's lips. The goddess was awful, but her lips were one of the best things Peitho had ever tasted.