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.
“That’s why I didn’t feel a bra,” Tony smirked, as he started rubbing her back again. “You’re awesome,” he said with a big grin. He took his hands from her back and put them onto her hips. “So you gunna get these boxers off me or am I gunna have to do that myself?”
“Are you in a hurry? Somewhere else to be?” she asked. Putting her hands over his, she drew them up her sides, over the the dip above her hips and along each curve. “I’m lazy, and nobody cares what I look like,” she muttered, eyes flicking away. She slid one fingertip along the top edge of his boxers, watching to see if he shuddered again.
“If you don’t rip them off something else will.” Tony smirked. As Summer ran her fingers over the top of his boxers he shivered violently. “God damn you’re such a tease,” he groaned, closing his eyes tight.
“/I’m/ a tease? Your mouth is a /sin/, sir, and you talk too much,” Summer told him, rising on her knees a little to press her whole body against him, thumbs tucked into the top of the waistband. She prevented a reply, catching his mouth with hers. She could feel his cock pressing against her, with only fabric separating them, and rocked her hips a little.