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.
Tony smiled, seeing the look of pleasure on Summer’s face. “Whatever you want,” he smirked. He stood and quickly slid off his jeans. Clad only in a pair of black boxers, he sat on the couch and pulled Summer on top of him.
She squeaked, startled, and grabbed at him. Her breath grew shallow, and she stared at him, wide-eyed and dark-pupiled. Gently, she slid her hands down his chest, down to his hips, tracing the bones under his skin.
Tony shuddered as Summer ran her warm fingers over his hips. He put his hands around her and gently moved them up and down. “You know Summer, if you keep that up there might end up being a bit of a comeuppance in my boxers.” He grinned. “Nothing you couldn’t handle I’m sure.”
Skin-to-skin against him, she only nodded, lips a little parted and still flushed from his kisses. Delicately, she brushed her lips against his shoulder, barely touching as she kissed. A shiver traced her spine under his hands, and she closed her eyes against it, lashes and fallen hair sweeping over the place she’d kissed.