“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.
“Well what are you gunna do about that?” Tony grinned turning his head to look in her eyes. “I said I wanted you to take control.” He kissed her lips softly. “Do something about it,“ he said with a devilish smirk.
“Why do I always have to do all the work?” she muttered under her breath. Precluding an answer, she pressed back into the kiss, making it slow but filling it with longing and need. With startling abruptness, she pulled away, sliding off his lap to sprawl across the cushions. “You want control?” Summer murmured, eyelashes lowering. “All right. Stand up, Tony.”