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.
Tony placed his fingers under Summer’s shirt and slowly began to pull it up. As much as he wanted this, he wanted to make sure Summer was okay. “Is this what you want?” he whispered when the shirt was about half way up her stomach. He kept lifting the shirt until it was right below her chest.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered against his skin. She wormed one arm out of the shirt, revealing that she wore nothing under it, then quickly pulled it over her head, loosening her hair even more, so that it fell in a fine rain of red strands over her shoulders. Then she kissed him again, slow, nibbling at his lower lip.