She gives a low moan when his hips nudge hers, hers pushing back on some primal instinct. A shudder courses through her when his hand squeezes her breast, huffing out a breath as she meets his darkened gaze and starts to roll her hips, slowly at first; there's no room with them pressed so closely together for very generous movements, but the tight circles still slide her up and down his length enough to make pleasure explode behind her tummy, moaning at the sensation. Her eyelids flutter, threatening to close, but she manages to keep eye contact through it all, her panting breaths puffing against Tony's lips.