“Mmmm, I don’t know.” Summer smiled lazily. “I don’t want you to use it up too fast. More kisses than that, though, definitely.” Some things, she found, were still hard to come out and ask for, although she suspected that was due more to her than him. “I expect if you ask me again after you’ve reduced me to twitching and moaning you’ll have better luck,” she said, hedging around what she wanted right now carefully.
“Hmm… Is that so?” Tony wondered, rising up on his knees again long enough to shift forward so he was straddling her hips, instead. He leaned down and kissed her again. “Now?” he asked, smirking and still leaning over her, before he began trailing kisses down her neck, leaning back every few moments to ask a cheeky, “Or now? …How ‘bout now?”
Summer started to laugh, arcing her head back and bucking her hips. “Tony, I know you can do better than that … ” She reached out to slide her hands under his shirt, fingertips softly brushing the skin. “And if I give it to you now you will be distracted from me.” That said as he reached the pulsepoint along her neck. She reached up to catch his mouth in a lingering french kiss, whispering into the end of it, “All right, you can have your present now. It’s in the top of my bag, the little white box.”