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.”
Tony paid her brief tugging at the tie no mind, considering they would most likely need scissors to undo it. But that was rather unimportant right now, and would remain so for some time. He would consider that worth note later.
He leaned up into the kiss, eyes going half lidded. “Please,” he began, and then he kissed her jaw, “would you,” the side of her neck, “stop finding excuses,” her throat, “to stall?” He kissed her on the mouth, nipping at her lower lip.
Her eyes crinkled with the depth of her smile. Hands carefully to either side of the arc reactor, she slid over onto his body, dipping her head to lick at a collarbone. He was so hard she didn’t need her hands to guide them together. A moment of concentration, eyelids flickering and tongue poking out, and then she settled their hips together, rocking slightly from side to side.
Something between a whimper and a moan escaped her, carrying his name on a breath of sound. She stayed there, kneeling over him, for a long moment. “May I?” One hand lifted, brushed at his temple. “Want you to feel this too.” There was something reverent in her voice.