With a small tug, he released her skin from his bite. Tony lifted his head away from her neck and looked her in the eyes. “Baby, you can have me as long as you want so long as you’re satisfied.” He whispered. The playboy carefully placed a hand on her cheek as he slowly moved down to place a gently yet passionate kiss upon her lips.
[if you would like you can. Whatever is most convenient for you~]
She was going to say, “I don’t know if I’m going to be satisfied,” which was hard when she just /wanted/ so badly, and the little touches of his hands and mouth were helping but not enough, not nearly enough. But then he kissed her, kissed her like he wanted her the way she wanted him, which swallowed up the words. What came out was a moan instead, muffled under the enthusiastic kiss, and Summer wrapped her arms around his neck and held on.
Of course, if she’d been in her right mind she’d never have believed him anyway. Tony Stark never kept any of his bedmates.