He realizes his mistake instantly, laying as still as he can while she climbs up his body. The way she moves is almost predatory, his thighs tremoring involuntarily as her breath washes over his bare skin. Just that is hot, but then she speaks too, and he loses eye contact as his head dipping back against the pillow, breathing heavy as her lips trail along his flesh. His head comes back up like a shot of cold water in his veins when her tongue enters the picture. Tony thinks she loves torturing him, but what worries him more is how much he enjoys it -- the denial and the rush just as sexy, if not more.

"You're downright evil," he commentates, though it sounds much more like a praise than a criticism, eyes zeroing in on her mouth and letting out the tiniest, sharp little noise when she makes contact with his cock. He already knows she'll be moving on quickly, but his body doesn't get the memo, his member fattening up in anticipation of something his mind knows is far off into the night, if even. That too gets his heart pumping faster under her fingers as she continues her ascent. Tony opens his mouth to say something else, but she's already taking them in a kiss that somehow takes him by surprise. Whimpering against her lips, he kisses back eagerly and desperately, tasting her deeply as his hands come up to squeeze her buttocks longingly before resting at the curve of her lower back.