Tony opened his eyes and looked up to her, worried that he had done something to make her uncomfortable. “Summer? What’s wrong? Are you okay? What’d I do?”
“It’s not you. It’s not you.” She shook her head, eyes still closed. “I’m afraid of pain. I’m afraid this is going to turn out to be an awful joke, like Carrie. I’m afraid I’m making a fool of myself, loving you.”
“Who the fuck is Carrie?” Tony asked stupidly. “I have never in my life been with a girl named Carrie.” Tony was completely and utterly in the dark. “I don’t think I even know anyone named Carrie.”
“It’s a movie. And a book. A couple movies. I was thinking of the sequel one, where the boys play a game of screwing girls and bragging about it after.” Summer rested her head on his shoulder, one hand groping for his. “The closest I’ve ever come to sex was being fingered. I’m just … I don’t … “
“Wallet,” Tony said, pointing to his jeans. “Left back pocket,” he instructed as Summer leaned off of him to grab the condom. While she was up he slowly slid off his boxers and tossed them at Summer with a smirk.
One quick hand flashed up and batted the fabric aside, even as she tossed the foil-wrapped package at him. Her hair swirled around her hips as she moved, climbing back on to the couch to settle next to Tony. A little fear informed the rate of her pulse — not of what she was going to do, but of what it would be like. Would he be disappointed in her? She bent her head, kissing his shoulder, watching his clever hands.
Tony opened his eyes and looked up to her, worried that he had done something to make her uncomfortable. “Summer? What’s wrong? Are you okay? What’d I do?”
“It’s not you. It’s not you.” She shook her head, eyes still closed. “I’m afraid of pain. I’m afraid this is going to turn out to be an awful joke, like Carrie. I’m afraid I’m making a fool of myself, loving you.”
Tony was ready to send out a retort when Summer’s mouth pressed against his. He kissed her deeply, wrapping his arms around her. His arms ran down her bare back and his hands cupped her ass. He pulled out of the kiss. “Yeah you’re a fucking tease,” he smirked. “And I think my friend in my boxers would agree,” he winked.
Haltingly, she said, “Do you have … protection?” Gods, she wanted him. There had been reasons to wait, but she couldn’t bring them to mind right now. Tony was so cute, and so willing, and so terribly sexy, and she was damn tired of always saying ‘no’. She pressed her hips down in search of some friction, anything.
“Wallet,” Tony said, pointing to his jeans. “Left back pocket,” he instructed as Summer leaned off of him to grab the condom. While she was up he slowly slid off his boxers and tossed them at Summer with a smirk.
One quick hand flashed up and batted the fabric aside, even as she tossed the foil-wrapped package at him. Her hair swirled around her hips as she moved, climbing back on to the couch to settle next to Tony. A little fear informed the rate of her pulse — not of what she was going to do, but of what it would be like. Would he be disappointed in her? She bent her head, kissing his shoulder, watching his clever hands.
Tony’s kiss eased away some of her fear. Summer closed her eyes, not breaking away from kissing him, and carefully slid herself back into his lap. She had to stop, breathing shallowly, kneeling over him, warmth trapped between them. “Tony?” Her voice trembled.
“Are you in a hurry? Somewhere else to be?” she asked. Putting her hands over his, she drew them up her sides, over the the dip above her hips and along each curve. “I’m lazy, and nobody cares what I look like,” she muttered, eyes flicking away. She slid one fingertip along the top edge of his boxers, watching to see if he shuddered again.
“If you don’t rip them off something else will.” Tony smirked. As Summer ran her fingers over the top of his boxers he shivered violently. “God damn you’re such a tease,” he groaned, closing his eyes tight.
“/I’m/ a tease? Your mouth is a /sin/, sir, and you talk too much,” Summer told him, rising on her knees a little to press her whole body against him, thumbs tucked into the top of the waistband. She prevented a reply, catching his mouth with hers. She could feel his cock pressing against her, with only fabric separating them, and rocked her hips a little.
Tony was ready to send out a retort when Summer’s mouth pressed against his. He kissed her deeply, wrapping his arms around her. His arms ran down her bare back and his hands cupped her ass. He pulled out of the kiss. “Yeah you’re a fucking tease,” he smirked. “And I think my friend in my boxers would agree,” he winked.
Haltingly, she said, “Do you have … protection?” Gods, she wanted him. There had been reasons to wait, but she couldn’t bring them to mind right now. Tony was so cute, and so willing, and so terribly sexy, and she was damn tired of always saying ‘no’. She pressed her hips down in search of some friction, anything.
Tony placed his fingers under Summer’s shirt and slowly began to pull it up. As much as he wanted this, he wanted to make sure Summer was okay. “Is this what you want?” he whispered when the shirt was about half way up her stomach. He kept lifting the shirt until it was right below her chest.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered against his skin. She wormed one arm out of the shirt, revealing that she wore nothing under it, then quickly pulled it over her head, loosening her hair even more, so that it fell in a fine rain of red strands over her shoulders. Then she kissed him again, slow, nibbling at his lower lip.
“That’s why I didn’t feel a bra,” Tony smirked, as he started rubbing her back again. “You’re awesome,” he said with a big grin. He took his hands from her back and put them onto her hips. “So you gunna get these boxers off me or am I gunna have to do that myself?”
“Are you in a hurry? Somewhere else to be?” she asked. Putting her hands over his, she drew them up her sides, over the the dip above her hips and along each curve. “I’m lazy, and nobody cares what I look like,” she muttered, eyes flicking away. She slid one fingertip along the top edge of his boxers, watching to see if he shuddered again.
“If you don’t rip them off something else will.” Tony smirked. As Summer ran her fingers over the top of his boxers he shivered violently. “God damn you’re such a tease,” he groaned, closing his eyes tight.
“/I’m/ a tease? Your mouth is a /sin/, sir, and you talk too much,” Summer told him, rising on her knees a little to press her whole body against him, thumbs tucked into the top of the waistband. She prevented a reply, catching his mouth with hers. She could feel his cock pressing against her, with only fabric separating them, and rocked her hips a little.
Tony smiled, seeing the look of pleasure on Summer’s face. “Whatever you want,” he smirked. He stood and quickly slid off his jeans. Clad only in a pair of black boxers, he sat on the couch and pulled Summer on top of him.
She squeaked, startled, and grabbed at him. Her breath grew shallow, and she stared at him, wide-eyed and dark-pupiled. Gently, she slid her hands down his chest, down to his hips, tracing the bones under his skin.
Tony shuddered as Summer ran her warm fingers over his hips. He put his hands around her and gently moved them up and down. “You know Summer, if you keep that up there might end up being a bit of a comeuppance in my boxers.” He grinned. “Nothing you couldn’t handle I’m sure.”
Skin-to-skin against him, she only nodded, lips a little parted and still flushed from his kisses. Delicately, she brushed her lips against his shoulder, barely touching as she kissed. A shiver traced her spine under his hands, and she closed her eyes against it, lashes and fallen hair sweeping over the place she’d kissed.
Tony placed his fingers under Summer’s shirt and slowly began to pull it up. As much as he wanted this, he wanted to make sure Summer was okay. “Is this what you want?” he whispered when the shirt was about half way up her stomach. He kept lifting the shirt until it was right below her chest.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered against his skin. She wormed one arm out of the shirt, revealing that she wore nothing under it, then quickly pulled it over her head, loosening her hair even more, so that it fell in a fine rain of red strands over her shoulders. Then she kissed him again, slow, nibbling at his lower lip.
Tony did as he was told and walked on his knees towards her. He unbuttoned jeans and slowly slid them down. He smiled as he pressed kisses to her now exposed stomach.
Summer’s skin twitched under his mouth, a little ticklish and a lot sensitive. “That’s good, oh,” she moaned. Rosy spots burned high on her cheekbones, matching the growing burn in her bones. “Please, Tony, will you … please. I want you. Want you to touch me.” The last words were mumbled, tone of command utterly lost.
Tony smiled, seeing the look of pleasure on Summer’s face. “Whatever you want,” he smirked. He stood and quickly slid off his jeans. Clad only in a pair of black boxers, he sat on the couch and pulled Summer on top of him.
She squeaked, startled, and grabbed at him. Her breath grew shallow, and she stared at him, wide-eyed and dark-pupiled. Gently, she slid her hands down his chest, down to his hips, tracing the bones under his skin.
Tony shuddered as Summer ran her warm fingers over his hips. He put his hands around her and gently moved them up and down. “You know Summer, if you keep that up there might end up being a bit of a comeuppance in my boxers.” He grinned. “Nothing you couldn’t handle I’m sure.”
Skin-to-skin against him, she only nodded, lips a little parted and still flushed from his kisses. Delicately, she brushed her lips against his shoulder, barely touching as she kissed. A shiver traced her spine under his hands, and she closed her eyes against it, lashes and fallen hair sweeping over the place she’d kissed.
Tony did as he was told and walked on his knees towards her. He unbuttoned jeans and slowly slid them down. He smiled as he pressed kisses to her now exposed stomach.
Summer’s skin twitched under his mouth, a little ticklish and a lot sensitive. “That’s good, oh,” she moaned. Rosy spots burned high on her cheekbones, matching the growing burn in her bones. “Please, Tony, will you … please. I want you. Want you to touch me.” The last words were mumbled, tone of command utterly lost.
Tony smiled, seeing the look of pleasure on Summer’s face. “Whatever you want,” he smirked. He stood and quickly slid off his jeans. Clad only in a pair of black boxers, he sat on the couch and pulled Summer on top of him.
She squeaked, startled, and grabbed at him. Her breath grew shallow, and she stared at him, wide-eyed and dark-pupiled. Gently, she slid her hands down his chest, down to his hips, tracing the bones under his skin.
“I uh…you want me to what?” Tony stumbled over his words. “You want me to kneel for you?” He was still in disbelief. “And yes I know what a safeword is, Summer,” he said, rolling his eyes trying to act more confident than he was.
She kept looking at him, appearing calm, lashes lowered. “You said you wanted me to take control. Changed your mind now?”
“Just didn’t expect you to go the whole ‘kneel before me’ route,” Tony replied flatly. Not one to back down from anything did as he was told and got on his knees. “Okay now what?” He asked staring at her.
“Now, I think …” she trailed off, watching him, thinking. “Come here, and take my pants off, kissing everything you find.” Her pulse increased, and she licked her lips.
Tony did as he was told and walked on his knees towards her. He unbuttoned jeans and slowly slid them down. He smiled as he pressed kisses to her now exposed stomach.
Summer’s skin twitched under his mouth, a little ticklish and a lot sensitive. “That’s good, oh,” she moaned. Rosy spots burned high on her cheekbones, matching the growing burn in her bones. “Please, Tony, will you … please. I want you. Want you to touch me.” The last words were mumbled, tone of command utterly lost.
“I uh…you want me to what?” Tony stumbled over his words. “You want me to kneel for you?” He was still in disbelief. “And yes I know what a safeword is, Summer,” he said, rolling his eyes trying to act more confident than he was.
She kept looking at him, appearing calm, lashes lowered. “You said you wanted me to take control. Changed your mind now?”
“Just didn’t expect you to go the whole ‘kneel before me’ route,” Tony replied flatly. Not one to back down from anything did as he was told and got on his knees. “Okay now what?” He asked staring at her.
“Now, I think …” she trailed off, watching him, thinking. “Come here, and take my pants off, kissing everything you find.” Her pulse increased, and she licked her lips.