“Find another use for your mouth, then,” she murmured. She writhed herself into a slightly more comfortable position, gliding back and forth slightly against him.
Pietro smiled as he moved his mouth to her neck, nipping and kissing it as his hand moved up her body. ”I’m more interested in what you’re going to do with yours.”
Summer smirked. “Try to keep you quiet.” She put her one hand on his hip, thumb running over his stomach, and used the other to lift his face to hers. Then she kissed him again, more passionately this time, plundering his mouth greedily.
“Shut up, Pietro,” Summer said gently, and knelt across him. Combing the fingers of one hand through his hair, she regarded him with head tilted for a moment before leaning in to kiss him. The kiss began softly, almost chastely, until she pressed closer and licked at his mouth.
Pietro moaned softly as his hands moved down her back and her ass, squeezing it with a grin. ”Shutting up is hard for me.”
“Find another use for your mouth, then,” she murmured. She writhed herself into a slightly more comfortable position, gliding back and forth slightly against him.
Summer ran her finger down his chest again, without the fire, and said, “Oh, I intend to set you on fire in a completely different way.” Gently she pushed him back onto her couch.
Pietro grinned, “I sure hope so. I’m going to like this…a lot.”
“Shut up, Pietro,” Summer said gently, and knelt across him. Combing the fingers of one hand through his hair, she regarded him with head tilted for a moment before leaning in to kiss him. The kiss began softly, almost chastely, until she pressed closer and licked at his mouth.
Summer smiled, tilting her head to the side. “Because this.” One hand traced a light line down his chest, leaving a burning trail behind that grew lines along his sleeves until the remaining fabric fell to the floor. “Much better,” she said proudly, and leaned forward to lick delicately at his skin.
Pietro shivered a little as she licked him and rolled his eyes as his clothes burned away, “I’m glad you have control there, I would like not to catch on fire myself.”
Summer ran her finger down his chest again, without the fire, and said, “Oh, I intend to set you on fire in a completely different way.” Gently she pushed him back onto her couch.
She looked thoughtful for a second. “Are you particularly attached to those clothes?”
“Not at all,” he said smiling. “Why?”
Summer smiled, tilting her head to the side. “Because this.” One hand traced a light line down his chest, leaving a burning trail behind that grew lines along his sleeves until the remaining fabric fell to the floor. “Much better,” she said proudly, and leaned forward to lick delicately at his skin.
She had just been about to kiss him, and stopped to groan. “Oh my god, Pietro, if you ever pun like that again.” Then she made sure he couldn’t do it anymore by kissing the hell out of him.
Pietro moaned into the kiss, being knocked back by her. He pulled back a moment, “You know that was great. So have you decided what you’re going to do to me?”
She looked thoughtful for a second. “Are you particularly attached to those clothes?”
With a brief sigh and a shake of her head, she put her arms around his neck and pulled his head down to hers. “You are making this hard on purpose.”
Pietro nodded, “Yes, yes I am,” he said smiling. ”But I thought that was the point.”
She had just been about to kiss him, and stopped to groan. “Oh my god, Pietro, if you ever pun like that again.” Then she made sure he couldn’t do it anymore by kissing the hell out of him.
She smiled slyly. “Oh, I definitely want to go ahead with it.” She lowered her eyelashes and looked up through them. “So what do you like, Pietro? Should I lay you out on the bed and tell you not to touch me while I touch you everywhere but where you want me? What if I scrape you with my fingernails? Should I suck you off?”
Pietro grinned with a small shrug. “Any or all. I’m leaving this up to you Summer. Last time I was more or less in control so I’m letting you at it.”
“That,” she tapped his nose, “is not actually an answer. I want to know what you /like/.”
