“Details, Tony. /Details/.” Summer smacked him again, harder, on the stomach. Then she shook her hand. “Ow. You don’t get what you want until /I/ get what I want, and what I want is to listen to you describe to me exactly what you want to do.”He arched one eyebrow. Well, if she was going to be like that. His voice lowered slightly, not in volume but in pitch, as he outlined what he wanted her to do. Where he wanted her hands and how he wanted her to touch him. He finished with an innocent, “Enough details?” and then a rather pointed stretch, shoulders rounding back against the bed and knees spreading a bit further.
By the time he stopped, Summer’s mouth hung open a little, and she had to swallow hard. “God, Tony,” she breathed. Her face was very flushed. “Well. If you want all that, you’ll have to earn it.” She didn’t manage stern very well over the rasp in her voice.
She slid up to stretch full length beside him, claiming a lengthy kiss even as one hand began on the first of the things he’d described. The other worked at the knot of the tie for a moment before she gave up. “You have to — ” she stopped to kiss him again, ” — have to beg. Ask me. Say please.”