Tony's breath catches as he pulls the sash free, even though he knows what to expect by now. She's still breathtakingly beautiful and he's not sure he could ever hold back such a physical reaction. Not that he has long to ogle before she's dragging him across the room, something he takes a few seconds to be fully on board with. His hand tightens in hers to keep his balance, but then he's struggling to comply with her request as quickly as he can, sitting first on the edge of the bed so he can watch her one more second before reluctantly letting go and scooting towards the middle of the bedspread. "Like this?" he asks playfully, posing for her so each plane of muscle is highlighted, his cock already half-hard and practically weeping just from expectation alone. Tony props himself up on one elbow and bites into his lip to watch her for a moment, or for as long as he can get away with.