“I uh…you want me to what?” Tony stumbled over his words. “You want me to kneel for you?” He was still in disbelief. “And yes I know what a safeword is, Summer,” he said, rolling his eyes trying to act more confident than he was.
She kept looking at him, appearing calm, lashes lowered. “You said you wanted me to take control. Changed your mind now?”
“Just didn’t expect you to go the whole ‘kneel before me’ route,” Tony replied flatly. Not one to back down from anything did as he was told and got on his knees. “Okay now what?” He asked staring at her.
“Now, I think …” she trailed off, watching him, thinking. “Come here, and take my pants off, kissing everything you find.” Her pulse increased, and she licked her lips.
Tony did as he was told and walked on his knees towards her. He unbuttoned jeans and slowly slid them down. He smiled as he pressed kisses to her now exposed stomach.
Summer’s skin twitched under his mouth, a little ticklish and a lot sensitive. “That’s good, oh,” she moaned. Rosy spots burned high on her cheekbones, matching the growing burn in her bones. “Please, Tony, will you … please. I want you. Want you to touch me.” The last words were mumbled, tone of command utterly lost.