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.
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.
“Well what are you gunna do about that?” Tony grinned turning his head to look in her eyes. “I said I wanted you to take control.” He kissed her lips softly. “Do something about it,“ he said with a devilish smirk.
“Why do I always have to do all the work?” she muttered under her breath. Precluding an answer, she pressed back into the kiss, making it slow but filling it with longing and need. With startling abruptness, she pulled away, sliding off his lap to sprawl across the cushions. “You want control?” Summer murmured, eyelashes lowering. “All right. Stand up, Tony.”
Tony laughed, seeing Summer spread out all over the couch. He did as he was told and got to his feet. “Now what?” He asked looking down at her. “Is this the part where you rip off the rest of my clothes?” He winked.
“Oh, no. Not at all.” She folded her hands behind her head. “This is the part where you kneel for me. Do you know what a safeword is, Tony?”
“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?”
“Well what are you gunna do about that?” Tony grinned turning his head to look in her eyes. “I said I wanted you to take control.” He kissed her lips softly. “Do something about it,“ he said with a devilish smirk.
“Why do I always have to do all the work?” she muttered under her breath. Precluding an answer, she pressed back into the kiss, making it slow but filling it with longing and need. With startling abruptness, she pulled away, sliding off his lap to sprawl across the cushions. “You want control?” Summer murmured, eyelashes lowering. “All right. Stand up, Tony.”
Tony laughed, seeing Summer spread out all over the couch. He did as he was told and got to his feet. “Now what?” He asked looking down at her. “Is this the part where you rip off the rest of my clothes?” He winked.
“Oh, no. Not at all.” She folded her hands behind her head. “This is the part where you kneel for me. Do you know what a safeword is, Tony?”
“I do like a girl with an ego as big as mine.” Tony grinned as he continued to play with her hair. “Maybe you should tell me what these ‘worse’ things are so I know if I want to continue or not.”
“You did say you might like it if I took control,” she laughed. She squirmed a little, starting to feel overheated. “Does that count as worse?” She pushed her shoes off, and socks, climbing over into his lap. “You’re turning me on,” she whispered into his ear.
“Well what are you gunna do about that?” Tony grinned turning his head to look in her eyes. “I said I wanted you to take control.” He kissed her lips softly. “Do something about it,“ he said with a devilish smirk.
“Why do I always have to do all the work?” she muttered under her breath. Precluding an answer, she pressed back into the kiss, making it slow but filling it with longing and need. With startling abruptness, she pulled away, sliding off his lap to sprawl across the cushions. “You want control?” Summer murmured, eyelashes lowering. “All right. Stand up, Tony.”
Tony tilted his head back against the couch taking in the sensation of Summer’s nail trailing over his torso. A grin quickly found it’s way to his face as she started kissing his chest. “I know I’m amazing,” he teased. “It’s kind of my thing.” He laughed stringing his fingers though her hair.
“Behave,” she murmured against his skin, kissing up to his throat. She nipped at his collarbone, wondering what it might take to break his control. Wondering if that was what she really wanted. His hands in her hair felt really nice, though. Laying her cheek against his chest, she pulled the tie off the end of her braid, working fingers through the end of it to spread it out.
Tony placed his hand on Summer’s cheek and kissed the top of her head. “Your hair is so soft,” he smiled passing his fingers through it gently. “You’re soft. You’re like a super attractive teddy bear.” He pulled her in tight.
“Careful there, Tony. My hair is my one pride. You’ll inflate my ego.” Squirming upwards, Summer hummed in his ear, nipping at his earlobe. “Or worse,” she whispered. “Keep playing with my hair, and I don’t know /what/ might happen.”
“I do like a girl with an ego as big as mine.” Tony grinned as he continued to play with her hair. “Maybe you should tell me what these ‘worse’ things are so I know if I want to continue or not.”
“You did say you might like it if I took control,” she laughed. She squirmed a little, starting to feel overheated. “Does that count as worse?” She pushed her shoes off, and socks, climbing over into his lap. “You’re turning me on,” she whispered into his ear.