gadgeteerphilanthropist:

iamthefirechild:

“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.

Tony sighed out a slow, drawn out breath, and gave up fighting with his restraints, fingers curled slightly as he relaxed.  For the moment, at least.  Stillness never lasted long with Tony, in or out of the bedroom.  He used this moment of stillness to look her over slowly, as she finished stripping.

“You could, I dunno, finish dilly-dallying,” he suggested innocently.  “Not that you don’t look like you’re having fun on your own, and you make a stunning sight, but I’m getting a bit uncomfortable over here.”

“You are astonishingly good,” she paused to shudder, “at avoiding the actual question.” She ran her gaze up his body in contemplation, then reached out and smacked his leg. “You’ll stay uncomfortable until you answer the question.”