“Well in that case.” Tony smiled as he lifted off his shirt. “Is this what you wanted?” he asked placing a kiss on her lips. “Oh my god Summer! My eyes are up here! Stop staring at my breasts!” he teased, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
Giggling, she smacked his arm. “Stop that, you idiot. You should be flattered if I stare at you.” Lightly she brushed her hand over his abdomen, tracing nonsense designs with one fingernail, before leaning down to trace kisses up his sternum. “You’re amazing.”
Tony tilted his head back against the couch taking in the sensation of Summer’s nail trailing over his torso. A grin quickly found it’s way to his face as she started kissing his chest. “I know I’m amazing,” he teased. “It’s kind of my thing.” He laughed stringing his fingers though her hair.
“Behave,” she murmured against his skin, kissing up to his throat. She nipped at his collarbone, wondering what it might take to break his control. Wondering if that was what she really wanted. His hands in her hair felt really nice, though. Laying her cheek against his chest, she pulled the tie off the end of her braid, working fingers through the end of it to spread it out.
She laughed. “Not what you’re thinking, apparently! But if we’ve so very much time, perhaps I should be thinking what you’re thinking.”
Victor ducked his head shyly. “I’m sorry, what were you thinking? Besides, wouldn’t you want to wait till later tonight….darling?” He smiled and let his accent come through more thickly.
Summer shivered slightly. “I was wondering how much time I had to play with my hair, that’s all.”
“Oh, well, you have plenty of time then.” He was intent on teasing her and he eliminated all pretense of personal space. His hand tilted her chin, “How were you planning on doing your hair up?” he asked before stepping back suddenly.
“I thought maybe a french braid.” She followed his step, eyes dancing. “Did you want to watch?”
“Anythin’ involvin’ tha word ‘French’ an’ you would be worth watchin’ Summer.” His eyes danced with hers and he stood his ground.
“Oooh, flattery.” Summer winked. She slid her hands up his lapels, leaning into him hard. “What other things do you know of that involve the word ‘french’?”
“Collar I could do without. But I do like what’s going on here.” Tony smiled as Summer’s hand rubbed over his chest. “And if I did want you to take control…What would you say to that?”
Her pulse thundered in her ears. “I don’t know if you should trust me that much,” she said slowly. “This soon.” She glanced to the screen, not really seeing it. “We’ve only ever just kissed, just tonight … ” Very quietly, she added, “What if you change your mind?”
“Why would I change my mind?” Tony smiled placing his hand on hers. “I’m pretty convinced you’re not trying to murder me and I’m obviously pretty damn attracted to you.” He chuckled using his free hand to gesture to the lump in his pants.
Leaning forwardSummer blushed. “Yes, Tony,” she said meekly. Turning back to him, she pushed herself out of the curve of his body, facing him directly. A little fear still glittered in her eyes, but she ignored it. She slipped a hand behind his neck and leaned forward, kissing him hard. “Take your shirt off,” she whispered.
Tony could feel the apprehensiveness in Summer’s movements. He really wanted to make sure she was comfortable with what they were doing. He wanted their first time to be special. “Summer. Are you one-hundred percent sure?”
“That I want you to take your shirt off? Yes. After that?” She tipped her head at him. “I guess we’ll see what happens. I’m shy, not naive.” She slid a hand up under the hem, ignoring anything else her fingers might brush.
“Well in that case.” Tony smiled as he lifted off his shirt. “Is this what you wanted?” he asked placing a kiss on her lips. “Oh my god Summer! My eyes are up here! Stop staring at my breasts!” he teased, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
Giggling, she smacked his arm. “Stop that, you idiot. You should be flattered if I stare at you.” Lightly she brushed her hand over his abdomen, tracing nonsense designs with one fingernail, before leaning down to trace kisses up his sternum. “You’re amazing.”
She laughed. “Not what you’re thinking, apparently! But if we’ve so very much time, perhaps I should be thinking what you’re thinking.”
Victor ducked his head shyly. “I’m sorry, what were you thinking? Besides, wouldn’t you want to wait till later tonight….darling?” He smiled and let his accent come through more thickly.
Summer shivered slightly. “I was wondering how much time I had to play with my hair, that’s all.”
“Oh, well, you have plenty of time then.” He was intent on teasing her and he eliminated all pretense of personal space. His hand tilted her chin, “How were you planning on doing your hair up?” he asked before stepping back suddenly.
“I thought maybe a french braid.” She followed his step, eyes dancing. “Did you want to watch?”
“Collar I could do without. But I do like what’s going on here.” Tony smiled as Summer’s hand rubbed over his chest. “And if I did want you to take control…What would you say to that?”
Her pulse thundered in her ears. “I don’t know if you should trust me that much,” she said slowly. “This soon.” She glanced to the screen, not really seeing it. “We’ve only ever just kissed, just tonight … ” Very quietly, she added, “What if you change your mind?”
“Why would I change my mind?” Tony smiled placing his hand on hers. “I’m pretty convinced you’re not trying to murder me and I’m obviously pretty damn attracted to you.” He chuckled using his free hand to gesture to the lump in his pants.
Leaning forwardSummer blushed. “Yes, Tony,” she said meekly. Turning back to him, she pushed herself out of the curve of his body, facing him directly. A little fear still glittered in her eyes, but she ignored it. She slipped a hand behind his neck and leaned forward, kissing him hard. “Take your shirt off,” she whispered.
Tony could feel the apprehensiveness in Summer’s movements. He really wanted to make sure she was comfortable with what they were doing. He wanted their first time to be special. “Summer. Are you one-hundred percent sure?”
“That I want you to take your shirt off? Yes. After that?” She tipped her head at him. “I guess we’ll see what happens. I’m shy, not naive.” She slid a hand up under the hem, ignoring anything else her fingers might brush.
She laughed. “Not what you’re thinking, apparently! But if we’ve so very much time, perhaps I should be thinking what you’re thinking.”
Victor ducked his head shyly. “I’m sorry, what were you thinking? Besides, wouldn’t you want to wait till later tonight….darling?” He smiled and let his accent come through more thickly.
Summer shivered slightly. “I was wondering how much time I had to play with my hair, that’s all.”
“Collar I could do without. But I do like what’s going on here.” Tony smiled as Summer’s hand rubbed over his chest. “And if I did want you to take control…What would you say to that?”
Her pulse thundered in her ears. “I don’t know if you should trust me that much,” she said slowly. “This soon.” She glanced to the screen, not really seeing it. “We’ve only ever just kissed, just tonight … ” Very quietly, she added, “What if you change your mind?”
“Why would I change my mind?” Tony smiled placing his hand on hers. “I’m pretty convinced you’re not trying to murder me and I’m obviously pretty damn attracted to you.” He chuckled using his free hand to gesture to the lump in his pants.
Leaning forwardSummer blushed. “Yes, Tony,” she said meekly. Turning back to him, she pushed herself out of the curve of his body, facing him directly. A little fear still glittered in her eyes, but she ignored it. She slipped a hand behind his neck and leaned forward, kissing him hard. “Take your shirt off,” she whispered.
“Are you asking him, or me? He loves his showers,” Summer commented. “And the drying.” She picked up the dress and pulled it on over her head. “Zip me?”
He chuckled then sat up and went over to her to help her with her dress. “Both of you I suppose and of course baby.” Victor zipped up her dress and hummed in approval. “Evidently clothing isn’t helping my arousal.” He laughed then kissed her neck. “Coincidentally, I have something that will go nicely with your dress.” Then he took a box out of his pocket and opened it, revealing a ruby and diamond studded necklace.
“There,” Victor said as he stepped back, smiling, “It looks fantastic on you.”
Summer put a hand to her throat, the thin chain warming quickly to her skin. Peering in the mirror, she brushed a fingertip over the pendant, smiling softly. “It’s beautiful, Victor.” She caught his gaze in the silvered glass, pressing her love to his heart, before spinning around and pressing her lips to his.
Victor felt a rush of emotion then her lips were on his and he kissed her back. He smiled against her lips, “It looks beautiful when it’s on you dear.” His arms wrapped around her lower back. “I really hope you enjoy tonight Summer.”
“How long will it take to get where we’re going?” She reached up, pulling the clips out of her hair and letting it cascade down her back.
A smirk crossed his lips, “Well, you took a wonderfully quick shower so we don’t have to leave for another hour.” Victor licked his lips. “Why? What were you thinking?”
She laughed. “Not what you’re thinking, apparently! But if we’ve so very much time, perhaps I should be thinking what you’re thinking.”
“So the simpler less pretentious answer to my question would be ‘Yes Tony. I want you naked because you’re so super sexy and I wish I had the balls to grab your hand and lose the bet.” Tony grinned looking down to her. “Is that about the size of it?”
“You are so arrogant,” she muttered, poking him in the side. “Anyway, balls are your department. If you want to be naked, I’m not stopping you. I, however, have no opinion on the matter.”
“You wouldn’t like me as much if I weren’t so arrogant,” Tony smirked, pressing a kiss to the side of her head. “I think I can handle the arrogance and balls department in this relationship. But I’m not taking my clothes off until you ask.”
“It will never stop being funny the way you try to make me take control.” Summer dropped her voice to a sultry purr. “Is that what you want, Tonybaby? Do you want me to control you? Collar you?” She drew her hand up his chest, over his shirt.
“Collar I could do without. But I do like what’s going on here.” Tony smiled as Summer’s hand rubbed over his chest. “And if I did want you to take control…What would you say to that?”
Her pulse thundered in her ears. “I don’t know if you should trust me that much,” she said slowly. “This soon.” She glanced to the screen, not really seeing it. “We’ve only ever just kissed, just tonight … ” Very quietly, she added, “What if you change your mind?”
