The warmth of his mouth enveloped her breast at the same time as her fingers slipped between her legs. She bent forward, burying her face in his hair, and groaned softly. “God, Tony … every time, every single time … ” Her other hand flexed against his bare skin, nails digging in, trying to hold her balance as her knees tried to quit working.
He cast a sly, amused glance up at her as he pulled away. “Well, at least I’m consistent,” he replied dryly, before he trailed kisses across her chest and repeated the treatment on the other side. One hand settled on her leg, curling around the back of her thigh to help keep her steady, slowly sliding it down the back of her leg.
Satin underwear still on, she drew her fingers over the damp spot, eyes closed. She relied on Tony’s hand to keep her stability, allowing her the freedom to run her hand up his thigh. “I want you,” she breathed, hazily. She closed her fingers on the tip of his penis, thumb brushing.
He drew in a sharp breath, leaning back slightly. He tightened his hand against the back of her leg, and the other skimmed up her chest and along her shoulder, until he could pull her down for a kiss. “What’s stopping you, then?” he asked once they parted, barely a hair’s breadth between them.
“Teasing,” she muttered, fingers slipping down. “Yours, and mine.” Wobbling slightly, she knelt, and kept her eyes locked on his. The pupils were enormous. “Want to make you beg, more.” She stopped trying to haphazardly finger herself, using that hand to press against his thigh. The other steadied his penis so she could lick the tip slowly, dragging her tongue down and around and then closing her mouth around it. She pulled off to mutter, “Want you to /need/ me.”