He shudders visibly at her bald words, unable to see past the images she's conjuring up for him for long seconds. Tony feels like he's being consumed by her gaze; and that when she looks away there will be nothing left of him. It makes his heart beat even faster.

"Yes," he agrees easily to her suggestion, sitting up too fast so that all the blood pooling elsewhere rushes to his head and makes him dizzy for a second. He reaches out for her, hands on each hip as he repeats what had been done for him, hooking his fingers into her simple panties and pulling down in one smooth step. His eyes run hungrily over her skin before flicking back up to her face, feeling so perfectly at her mercy from this vantage point especially. He waits for her to lift each leg for him so he can drag the stretchy fabric off the rest of the way, flicking the articles just as carelessly off the bed to join his somewhere on the floor.

His heart leaps up into his throat then, the surface of his skin buzzing with nerves in the most pleasant way. He enjoys not knowing what'll happen, perhaps in this context only; and with this partner only. Surprise never seemed so sweet, but he allows his hands to drag over her legs, skimming up her thighs and squeezing her buttocks on their path back to her hips, unable to contain himself entirely.