Tony tilted his head back against the couch taking in the sensation of Summer’s nail trailing over his torso. A grin quickly found it’s way to his face as she started kissing his chest. “I know I’m amazing,” he teased. “It’s kind of my thing.” He laughed stringing his fingers though her hair.
“Behave,” she murmured against his skin, kissing up to his throat. She nipped at his collarbone, wondering what it might take to break his control. Wondering if that was what she really wanted. His hands in her hair felt really nice, though. Laying her cheek against his chest, she pulled the tie off the end of her braid, working fingers through the end of it to spread it out.
Tony placed his hand on Summer’s cheek and kissed the top of her head. “Your hair is so soft,” he smiled passing his fingers through it gently. “You’re soft. You’re like a super attractive teddy bear.” He pulled her in tight.
“Careful there, Tony. My hair is my one pride. You’ll inflate my ego.” Squirming upwards, Summer hummed in his ear, nipping at his earlobe. “Or worse,” she whispered. “Keep playing with my hair, and I don’t know /what/ might happen.”
“I do like a girl with an ego as big as mine.” Tony grinned as he continued to play with her hair. “Maybe you should tell me what these ‘worse’ things are so I know if I want to continue or not.”
“You did say you might like it if I took control,” she laughed. She squirmed a little, starting to feel overheated. “Does that count as worse?” She pushed her shoes off, and socks, climbing over into his lap. “You’re turning me on,” she whispered into his ear.