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?”