Summer paused in her ministrations, smiling slyly. “It’s a simple elastic waistband, Mr Stark. Surely even you can manage that.” She ignored the drink, laughing faintly at his indrawn breath. She dragged her teeth over the heel of his hand, then tongued her way up one finger to draw it into her mouth. She could nearly taste the projects behind each mark, and the thought of those hands reshaping her body drove her pulse higher.
Drawing away and brushing fallen red hair back over her shoulder, she hitched herself up to breathe gently into his ear, “I was right, you do have gorgeous hands. Tell me, what desires of yours might I fulfill tonight?” It didn’t matter that after tonight she’d likely only ever see him from a distance, wrapped in the suit and separated by combat. She had offered, he had accepted.
“Women’s clothing, not my forte. How was I supposed to know that?” His eyes fluttered shut as he moaned out from her attentions, settling further back against the plush leather seats.
“Fuck, that mouth of yours…Lots of ideas for that. But this is about fulfilling your desires. I think mine are rather evident.”
“You’re so gallant, Mr Stark,” Summer purred. “I like how you have ideas and in the same breath suggest it’s not about you.” She pulled his earlobe into her mouth gently, then bit at it, swirling her tongue around. “What was that about my mouth?” she whispered, letting go to trail hot kisses down his neck. “Something you want?”
“Man of many talents. And please, it’s Tony. Mr. Stark was my father and there’s really no quicker way to kill the mood than to remind me of him…” His voice trailed off as she switched her attentions to his neck.
“Mm, yes, lots of wanting. You’re heading in the right direction.” Tony smirked and pulled her onto his lap, his hands sliding up under her skirt to trace her legs.
Summer chuckled, breaking into a little giggle at the end when he pulled her into his lap. “Hello, Tony,” she murmured into his collarbone, arching her back as his hands found her ankles. “Hmmm, just there, that’s nice.” Hands came up to steady herself on his shoulders, and she leaned back enough to see his face, smiling. “I would like to /make/ it to the bedroom.”