“Well don’t I feel tall now.” He chuckles as he starts to kiss her neck lightly.
“Oh, you should.” Once again she throws her head back, exposing more of her neck for him. Her hands climb up, abandoning his shirt, to caress his collarbones and the lines of his neck.
He smiles against her neck as he slowly places soft kisses down her neck.
Gentle hands sweep the breadth of his shoulders, fingernails lightly scraping down the outside of his arms. She exhales softly, her body starting to go boneless in his hands. “Bruce …”
“Yes?” He says softly as his lips gently kiss every part of her neck.
“I want you …” It’s a plea, and she shoves her hands in his hair, pulling his head up and fastening her mouth to his. It’s a kiss with intent behind it, her tongue demanding entrance to his mouth.
“Tall?” he chuckles, “I never got that before.” he smiles and kisses her once more on her lips.
She pushes, this time, pushes him down to sit on the bed and worms her way inbetween his knees, deliberately taking his hands and putting them back on her hips before going back to his buttons with an intent expression. “I barely top five feet, darlin’.”
“Well don’t I feel tall now.” He chuckles as he starts to kiss her neck lightly.
“Oh, you should.” Once again she throws her head back, exposing more of her neck for him. Her hands climb up, abandoning his shirt, to caress his collarbones and the lines of his neck.
He smiles against her neck as he slowly places soft kisses down her neck.
Gentle hands sweep the breadth of his shoulders, fingernails lightly scraping down the outside of his arms. She exhales softly, her body starting to go boneless in his hands. “Bruce …”
She moans quietly. “Bruce, you’re going to drive me mad with your patience, aren’t you?” His hands at her hips let her free a hand for the buttons on his shirt, deftly working them loose.
“Sorry.” He whispers as he starts to kiss down her neck.
Her head falls back, eyes slipping closed. Her lips form the word “No,” but no sound comes out, only a long, pleased sigh.
He looks up at her, “Is everything all right?” He blinks then kisses her lips softly again.
She pulls away just enough to whisper, “Only that you’re going to put a crick in my neck, darlin’. I’m not made for tall people, unfortunately.”
“Tall?” he chuckles, “I never got that before.” he smiles and kisses her once more on her lips.
She pushes, this time, pushes him down to sit on the bed and worms her way inbetween his knees, deliberately taking his hands and putting them back on her hips before going back to his buttons with an intent expression. “I barely top five feet, darlin’.”
“Well don’t I feel tall now.” He chuckles as he starts to kiss her neck lightly.
“Oh, you should.” Once again she throws her head back, exposing more of her neck for him. Her hands climbs up, abandoning his shirt, to caress his collarbones and the lines of his neck.
He kisses her lips again as he lightly places a hand on her hip pulling her a bit closer.
Obediently, she steps in, slipping her arms up around his neck.
He continues kissing her, but as he starts to become a bit more comfortable he starts to kiss her a bit harder, but it was still very gentle.
She pushes up on her toes, pressing her hands against his chest to balance herself, leaning up against him in an effort to get closer.
He puts his other hand on her waist, pulling her against him so there was no space between them.
She moans quietly. “Bruce, you’re going to drive me mad with your patience, aren’t you?” His hands at her hips let her free a hand for the buttons on his shirt, deftly working them loose.
“Sorry.” He whispers as he starts to kiss down her neck.
Her head falls back, eyes slipping closed. Her lips form the word “No,” but no sound comes out, only a long, pleased sigh.
He looks up at her, “Is everything all right?” He blinks then kisses her lips softly again.
She pulls away just enough to whisper, “Only that you’re going to put a crick in my neck, darlin’. I’m not made for tall people, unfortunately.”
“Tall?” he chuckles, “I never got that before.” he smiles and kisses her once more on her lips.
She pushes, this time, pushes him down to sit on the bed and worms her way inbetween his knees, deliberately taking his hands and putting them back on her hips before going back to his buttons with an intent expression. “I barely top five feet, darlin’.”
He kisses her lips again as he lightly places a hand on her hip pulling her a bit closer.
Obediently, she steps in, slipping her arms up around his neck.
He continues kissing her, but as he starts to become a bit more comfortable he starts to kiss her a bit harder, but it was still very gentle.
She pushes up on her toes, pressing her hands against his chest to balance herself, leaning up against him in an effort to get closer.
He puts his other hand on her waist, pulling her against him so there was no space between them.
She moans quietly. “Bruce, you’re going to drive me mad with your patience, aren’t you?” His hands at her hips let her free a hand for the buttons on his shirt, deftly working them loose.
“Sorry.” He whispers as he starts to kiss down her neck.
Her head falls back, eyes slipping closed. Her lips form the word “No,” but no sound comes out, only a long, pleased sigh.
He looks up at her, “Is everything all right?” He blinks then kisses her lips softly again.
She pulls away just enough to whisper, “Only that you’re going to put a crick in my neck, darlin’. I’m not made for tall people, unfortunately.”
Her answering laugh was a little strained. “Just to tempt me unreasonably, I see.” Closing her eyes, Summer leaned her forehead on his shoulder. “I’m not a toy, Tony. If you want to … persuade me, go ahead.” She sighed. “Just carrying me off to your bedroom to screw me senseless is not, in fact, actually very persuasive to me.”
“But I don’t want you to be just another notch either, Summer. Don’t you see?” he moved a hand to gently caress her shoulder. “You’re not like the others. And I want you to stay like that. As long as you want to as well?” he glanced down at her, his hand moving slowly up and back down her arm.
His touch was making the fine hair stand up all along her arm, sending shivers down her spine. “How can you say that?” she murmured. “I walked into your Tower an hour ago. It’s not that I don’t believe in love at first sight, but … I don’t know. It’s not even that I don’t want you. You’re gorgeous and you kiss like nobody I’ve ever met and you took the moment to care about me from an off-hand remark and I’m still scared that I’ll wake up in the morning and your Ms. Potts will be waiting to throw me out.”
He kisses her lips again as he lightly places a hand on her hip pulling her a bit closer.
Obediently, she steps in, slipping her arms up around his neck….
He puts his other hand on her waist, pulling her against him so there was no space between them.
She moans quietly. “Bruce, you’re going to drive me mad with your patience, aren’t you?” His hands at her hips let her free a hand for the buttons on his shirt, deftly working them loose.
