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Her eyes crinkled with the depth of her smile. Hands carefully to either side of the arc reactor, she slid over onto his body, dipping her head to lick at a collarbone. He was so hard she didn’t need her hands to guide them together. A moment of concentration, eyelids flickering and tongue poking out, and then she settled their hips together, rocking slightly from side to side.

Something between a whimper and a moan escaped her, carrying his name on a breath of sound. She stayed there, kneeling over him, for a long moment. “May I?” One hand lifted, brushed at his temple. “Want you to feel this too.” There was something reverent in her voice.

A slow breath escaped, partially relief, partially diminishing impatience, and partially ‘yeeees.’  His hips jerked up once, then twice, before he reined himself in and fell still again, his fingers curling and uncurling around the tie (at least what he could get at of it).

Her question gave him pause, just for a moment, hands going lax.  He didn’t fancy letting people into his head, if it wasn’t imperative.  It was nothing personal; it was nothing against her.  It just…wasn’t something he liked to have happen.  Despite that, he found himself saying, one side of his mouth quirking up, “Sure.  Go ahead.”

Summer found his crooked smile irresistable. She’d come to know that it meant he was feeling romantic, and a little embarrassed about that. Rocking forward, she kissed the corner of his mouth, and just let what few barriers remained between them open up, like a flower. There was such /depth/ to Tony.

“Now.” She lifted her head enough to touch her forehead to Tony’s, and slid her hips forward, eyes going hazy at the drag, and back, and again. Slow. She loved slow, relished the infinite tease of sensation that was like falling upward. Blended with what Tony felt … well, the slow build made the eventual climax feel like a tsunami.

She dragged in a deep breath and looked up at the tie, taut around his wrists, and forced just enough focus to burn a line through the knots, before dropping back and shoving her hips down hard in tandem with an equally hard kiss.

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By the time he stopped, Summer’s mouth hung open a little, and she had to swallow hard. “God, Tony,” she breathed. Her face was very flushed. “Well. If you want all that, you’ll have to earn it.” She didn’t manage stern very well over the rasp in her voice.

She slid up to stretch full length beside him, claiming a lengthy kiss even as one hand began on the first of the things he’d described. The other worked at the knot of the tie for a moment before she gave up. “You have to — ” she stopped to kiss him again, ” — have to beg. Ask me. Say please.”

Tony paid her brief tugging at the tie no mind, considering they would most likely need scissors to undo it.  But that was rather unimportant right now, and would remain so for some time.  He would consider that worth note later.

He leaned up into the kiss, eyes going half lidded.  “Please,” he began, and then he kissed her jaw, “would you,” the side of her neck, “stop finding excuses,” her throat, “to stall?”  He kissed her on the mouth, nipping at her lower lip.

Her eyes crinkled with the depth of her smile. Hands carefully to either side of the arc reactor, she slid over onto his body, dipping her head to lick at a collarbone. He was so hard she didn’t need her hands to guide them together. A moment of concentration, eyelids flickering and tongue poking out, and then she settled their hips together, rocking slightly from side to side.

Something between a whimper and a moan escaped her, carrying his name on a breath of sound. She stayed there, kneeling over him, for a long moment. “May I?” One hand lifted, brushed at his temple. “Want you to feel this too.” There was something reverent in her voice.

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“Details, Tony. /Details/.” Summer smacked him again, harder, on the stomach. Then she shook her hand. “Ow. You don’t get what you want until /I/ get what I want, and what I want is to listen to you describe to me exactly what you want to do.”

He arched one eyebrow.  Well, if she was going to be like that.  His voice lowered slightly, not in volume but in pitch, as he outlined what he wanted her to do.  Where he wanted her hands and how he wanted her to touch him.  He finished with an innocent, “Enough details?” and then a rather pointed stretch, shoulders rounding back against the bed and knees spreading a bit further.

By the time he stopped, Summer’s mouth hung open a little, and she had to swallow hard. “God, Tony,” she breathed. Her face was very flushed. “Well. If you want all that, you’ll have to earn it.” She didn’t manage stern very well over the rasp in her voice.

She slid up to stretch full length beside him, claiming a lengthy kiss even as one hand began on the first of the things he’d described. The other worked at the knot of the tie for a moment before she gave up. “You have to — ” she stopped to kiss him again, ” — have to beg. Ask me. Say please.”

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“Hmmm.” Summer rubbed her finger between her labia, eyes sweeping up Tony’s body. “Maddening, is it.” Another tremble shook her body; another step toward the bed. She licked at her lips. dragging in another breath. “Tell me what you want to do about it.”

She stripped her underwear off completely in one quick move, planting one knee on the bed. A lock of hair escaped, uncurling down her back and over one pale shoulder. Her fingers went back between her legs, stroking and petting.

Tony sighed out a slow, drawn out breath, and gave up fighting with his restraints, fingers curled slightly as he relaxed.  For the moment, at least.  Stillness never lasted long with Tony, in or out of the bedroom.  He used this moment of stillness to look her over slowly, as she finished stripping.

“You could, I dunno, finish dilly-dallying,” he suggested innocently.  “Not that you don’t look like you’re having fun on your own, and you make a stunning sight, but I’m getting a bit uncomfortable over here.”

“You are astonishingly good,” she paused to shudder, “at avoiding the actual question.” She ran her gaze up his body in contemplation, then reached out and smacked his leg. “You’ll stay uncomfortable until you answer the question.”

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“Still, Tony,” Summer commanded. She could hear him, the mattress creaking softly under his movements. She slid her hands down her sides, head tipped back to expose her throat, and paused briefly at her hips, fingers spanning the curve there, before hooking into the top of her underwear and pulling down.

She didn’t pull them off yet, though, just dragging an inch or so to expose the freckle below her navel. Then she traced down along her inner thighs with one hand, the other curving up under a breast. Her nipples were already drawn up into tight peaks.

Her breathing was starting to rasp in her throat, and she rolled her head slowly to one side, eyelids fluttering open. “What do you see, Tony?” she murmured, before plunging a finger underneath the satin.

For a moment, at least, Tony obeyed and fell still, but it was doomed to be a short lived action (or lack thereof).  He gave the tie another tug as she inched her panties down.  …Good thing he had so damned many, because this one was going to be ruined, if it wasn’t already.  And what a sight he had to make; arms over his head, pupils blown wide, and entirely bared.

What did he see?  A fucking tease, that’s what.

He saw Summer.  What else was he going to see?  She was stunning, whether she was nearly naked or in old sweats.  Her state of dress (or undress) had nothing to do with that.  Granted, she was still an amazing sight like this, obviously.

“An utterly maddening woman,” he replied wryly.

“Hmmm.” Summer rubbed her finger between her labia, eyes sweeping up Tony’s body. “Maddening, is it.” Another tremble shook her body; another step toward the bed. She licked at her lips. dragging in another breath. “Tell me what you want to do about it.”

She stripped her underwear off completely in one quick move, planting one knee on the bed. A lock of hair escaped, uncurling down her back and over one pale shoulder. Her fingers went back between her legs, stroking and petting.

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Summer led him gently up to the head of the bed. “Come here.” She looped the tie to the bar under the pillows, forcing his arms over his head. “I’m going to make you watch. Just watch.”

She picked up the other tie from where it had fallen on the floor, contemplating his feet. No, she decided, and proceeded to ignore him utterly. Running the tie through her fingers, slowly, she drew the length of it down her throat, then looped it under her hair. Eyes closed, she twined the length of the tie through her hair until the whole of it was tangled in the silk.

A few strands of copper hair trailed free, brushing against her skin. Abandoning the tie, she began to stroke herself, fingertips skimming over the hollow at her throat, slipping over the curves of her breasts. She shivered a little at the lightness of the touch, fine hairs rising in its wake.

Tony followed, somewhat awkward with his hands now bound as they were, but he certainly wasn’t going to start complaining.

And watch he did, eyes following each movement of her hands.  He swallowed, and unconsciously tugged at the tie keeping him bound to the headboard.  He couldn’t help it.  She was right there and—jesus just look at her—he wanted to touch.

He watched the loose strands of hair for a moment—he used to play with her hair all the time, why hadn’t he lately? he should fix that—before he looked back to her hands.  His fingers curled around the knotted fabric, and his legs spread slightly further apart, as he shifted to get more comfortable.

“Still, Tony,” Summer commanded. She could hear him, the mattress creaking softly under his movements. She slid her hands down her sides, head tipped back to expose her throat, and paused briefly at her hips, fingers spanning the curve there, before hooking into the top of her underwear and pulling down.

She didn’t pull them off yet, though, just dragging an inch or so to expose the freckle below her navel. Then she traced down along her inner thighs with one hand, the other curving up under a breast. Her nipples were already drawn up into tight peaks.

Her breathing was starting to rasp in her throat, and she rolled her head slowly to one side, eyelids fluttering open. “What do you see, Tony?” she murmured, before plunging a finger underneath the satin.

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“Teasing,” she muttered, fingers slipping down. “Yours, and mine.” Wobbling slightly, she knelt, and kept her eyes locked on his. The pupils were enormous. “Want to make you beg, more.” She stopped trying to haphazardly finger herself, using that hand to press against his thigh. The other steadied his penis so she could lick the tip slowly, dragging her tongue down and around and then closing her mouth around it. She pulled off to mutter, “Want you to /need/ me.”

“You know,” he sighed out a slightly unsteady breath, and he let his head fall back so he was more talking to the ceiling, “if you made good on that threat to tie me up, I probably wouldn’t be able to tease as much.”  He would leave it up to her whether or not that was actually a good thing.  He lifted his head to look at her again, one corner of his mouth quirking up.  While he wasn’t actually saying anything out loud at that point, he seemed to be very clearly saying, ‘then make me.’

‘But I like your teasing,’ she wanted to say, but her mouth was full. She sucked a little harder, instead, the vague bit of coherent thought left trying to decide if she wanted to tie him up or not. A little chuckle escaped.

Yes.

She licked her way back up, releasing him entirely, and came to her feet in one fluid motion. “I shouldn’t always give you what you want,” she murmured, leaning to kiss him. One hand on either side captured each of his, pulling them forward, and then somehow she had got one of the ties looped around and between both wrists and knotted together.

“Gotcha.”

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The warmth of his mouth enveloped her breast at the same time as her fingers slipped between her legs. She bent forward, burying her face in his hair, and groaned softly. “God, Tony … every time, every single time … ” Her other hand flexed against his bare skin, nails digging in, trying to hold her balance as her knees tried to quit working.

He cast a sly, amused glance up at her as he pulled away.  “Well, at least I’m consistent,” he replied dryly, before he trailed kisses across her chest and repeated the treatment on the other side.  One hand settled on her leg, curling around the back of her thigh to help keep her steady, slowly sliding it down the back of her leg.

Satin underwear still on, she drew her fingers over the damp spot, eyes closed. She relied on Tony’s hand to keep her stability, allowing her the freedom to run her hand up his thigh. “I want you,” she breathed, hazily. She closed her fingers on the tip of his penis, thumb brushing.

He drew in a sharp breath, leaning back slightly.  He tightened his hand against the back of her leg, and the other skimmed up her chest and along her shoulder, until he could pull her down for a kiss.  “What’s stopping you, then?” he asked once they parted, barely a hair’s breadth between them.

“Teasing,” she muttered, fingers slipping down. “Yours, and mine.” Wobbling slightly, she knelt, and kept her eyes locked on his. The pupils were enormous. “Want to make you beg, more.” She stopped trying to haphazardly finger herself, using that hand to press against his thigh. The other steadied his penis so she could lick the tip slowly, dragging her tongue down and around and then closing her mouth around it. She pulled off to mutter, “Want you to /need/ me.”

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The warmth of his mouth enveloped her breast at the same time as her fingers slipped between her legs. She bent forward, burying her face in his hair, and groaned softly. “God, Tony … every time, every single time … ” Her other hand flexed against his bare skin, nails digging in, trying to hold her balance as her knees tried to quit working.

He cast a sly, amused glance up at her as he pulled away.  “Well, at least I’m consistent,” he replied dryly, before he trailed kisses across her chest and repeated the treatment on the other side.  One hand settled on her leg, curling around the back of her thigh to help keep her steady, slowly sliding it down the back of her leg.

Satin underwear still on, she drew her fingers over the damp spot, eyes closed. She relied on Tony’s hand to keep her stability, allowing her the freedom to run her hand up his thigh. “I want you,” she breathed, hazily. She closed her fingers on the tip of his penis, thumb brushing.