Tony was ready to send out a retort when Summer’s mouth pressed against his. He kissed her deeply, wrapping his arms around her. His arms ran down her bare back and his hands cupped her ass. He pulled out of the kiss. “Yeah you’re a fucking tease,” he smirked. “And I think my friend in my boxers would agree,” he winked.
Haltingly, she said, “Do you have … protection?” Gods, she wanted him. There had been reasons to wait, but she couldn’t bring them to mind right now. Tony was so cute, and so willing, and so terribly sexy, and she was damn tired of always saying ‘no’. She pressed her hips down in search of some friction, anything.
“Wallet,” Tony said, pointing to his jeans. “Left back pocket,” he instructed as Summer leaned off of him to grab the condom. While she was up he slowly slid off his boxers and tossed them at Summer with a smirk.
One quick hand flashed up and batted the fabric aside, even as she tossed the foil-wrapped package at him. Her hair swirled around her hips as she moved, climbing back on to the couch to settle next to Tony. A little fear informed the rate of her pulse — not of what she was going to do, but of what it would be like. Would he be disappointed in her? She bent her head, kissing his shoulder, watching his clever hands.