Stevie whined softly, that meant getting up. That meant pulling out. "The one time I wish I had magic instead of being a super soldier." He rubbed his face against her back, his hands sliding over her sides as he did.
With a grumpy sound, he glanced over at the table. Then up where the cuffs were attached to the bed. He could break the bed, sure. But the fun would end there. And he wasn't done. Not by a long shot.
Another grumpy noise and he sat up again. Looking down at her he couldn't help but complement. "How did I get so lucky, huh? So so hot." His hands caressed down her back, before he reluctantly pulled out with whimper.