Every noise he makes, every impassioned babble sinks into Pepper and burrows in deep, quickening her pulse and breath as she keeps jerking him off, watching his every little reaction closely with unparalleled hunger for more. She encourages him with sweet compliments of her own that toe the line of being racy -- regardless whether or not he hears them over his own zeal -- interspersed with musical little hums and moans at the sight he makes. Her breath catches audibly when he swells further in her hands, his balls drawing up tight when he finally breaks and goes over the edge, spurting ropes of thick, milky seed all over himself. Moaning lowly, she drops one hand from his twitching cock to ease up on her handling of him, continuing to stroke him with just one hand when Tony covers it with his to direct her. She watches the tiny white drops splatter his skin next to the longer stripes intently, licking her lips and imagining the salty tang of them on her tongue...

She gentles her touches in tune with the way Tony's orgasm fizzles out, humming in appreciation when he's finally spent and sated, slumping back into the bedding. Gradually, if a little reluctantly, she unhands his spent cock, patting it gently in fond farewell. Pepper meets his hazy gaze for a moment and smiles, before ducking down and giving into the urge to lick away the salty, milky smears along his throat, groaning at the taste.