“Still, Tony,” Summer commanded. She could hear him, the mattress creaking softly under his movements. She slid her hands down her sides, head tipped back to expose her throat, and paused briefly at her hips, fingers spanning the curve there, before hooking into the top of her underwear and pulling down.She didn’t pull them off yet, though, just dragging an inch or so to expose the freckle below her navel. Then she traced down along her inner thighs with one hand, the other curving up under a breast. Her nipples were already drawn up into tight peaks.
Her breathing was starting to rasp in her throat, and she rolled her head slowly to one side, eyelids fluttering open. “What do you see, Tony?” she murmured, before plunging a finger underneath the satin.
For a moment, at least, Tony obeyed and fell still, but it was doomed to be a short lived action (or lack thereof). He gave the tie another tug as she inched her panties down. …Good thing he had so damned many, because this one was going to be ruined, if it wasn’t already. And what a sight he had to make; arms over his head, pupils blown wide, and entirely bared.
What did he see? A fucking tease, that’s what.
He saw Summer. What else was he going to see? She was stunning, whether she was nearly naked or in old sweats. Her state of dress (or undress) had nothing to do with that. Granted, she was still an amazing sight like this, obviously.
“An utterly maddening woman,” he replied wryly.
“Hmmm.” Summer rubbed her finger between her labia, eyes sweeping up Tony’s body. “Maddening, is it.” Another tremble shook her body; another step toward the bed. She licked at her lips. dragging in another breath. “Tell me what you want to do about it.”
She stripped her underwear off completely in one quick move, planting one knee on the bed. A lock of hair escaped, uncurling down her back and over one pale shoulder. Her fingers went back between her legs, stroking and petting.