penistower | I'm prepared for this ✫ I never shoot to miss

Glad the question didn't put her off, he nods, exhaling sharply when she takes his hands in hers. He gently kneads her flesh, ensuring that he's mapping every inch as he works from her sides up to the base of her bra then around and down her back to her hips. His cock is throbbing hotly where it's trapped between their bodies and Tony too thinks it's hot to ignore his own needs to instead focus on hers, and her gorgeous body. "You are... out of control gorgeous," he tells her, voice raspy and soft. Gaining a bit of boldness, his hands run along the waistband of her pants and up again to touch the closure of her bra, but as in the story he doesn't make a move to undress her until she says to.

Pepper bites her lip lightly as his hands begin mapping her flesh, loving the way they slide across every curve, humming low in her throat in approval as her own hands trail lightly over his forearms, fingertips grazing lightly and not hindering his explorations. His husky compliment garners a shy smile and a hint of a blush, dipping her chin slightly. She's not used to such pretty praises, especially from him. She shifts a little restlessly on her perch, ever mindful of Tony's hard erection sandwiched between them. Stifling the urge to rock her hips against it, Pepper wets her lips and urges breathlessly on a sudden surge of boldness when Tony's fingers skip up to touch her bra, "Take it off."

He makes a mental note to compliment her as often as he can, especially when it garners such a satisfying response. But then her words make it through to him and he's nodding his obedience, clever fingers unhooking the metal clasps with practiced ease and pulling the straps forward until her breasts bounce free from the restricting device. Tossing the bra aside carelessly, his hands move back to her front, starting again at her stomach and sliding their way up until one calloused hand covers each breast, loving the way they feel in his palms. He drags his rough skin against her nipples in hopes of getting them to perk up even more, his eyes flitting to once more catch on hers and try to assess how he's doing.

Her nipples harden slightly at being exposed to the room temperature; she doesn't have time to be self-conscious before his hands are already cupping her breasts. She exhales heavily at the sensation, breathing a soft little noise of pleasure as her head unwittingly tips back a little, eyelids fluttering but not shutting. Another quiet sound of approval escapes her when he stimulates her nipples which tighten obediently under his ministration, arching her back slightly and pushing her chest into his hands more firmly. Pepper's hands come up to grasp his arms lightly, stroking up to his wrists and back down to his elbows as her hips finally begin to undulate gently against his, unable to hold back the urge any longer -- and not even realizing she's doing it, at first.

He loves the way she leans into his touch, only encouraging him to be even more bold, kneading her flesh and pinching her nipples appreciatively. But when she starts to move her hips it's his turn to come undone, letting out a low sound of pleasure as his neck cranes back against the pillows. His hips twitch up into hers automatically and he's let go of her chest without realizing his own preoccupation, blunt nails raking down her ribcage as sensation takes him over.

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She moans appreciatively at his firmer touches, nipples pebbling into rock-hard peaks at the pinches that leave her trembling and wanting more. To her dismay, his hands drop down to her ribs, but she can't be particularly mad about it when he looks so sexy caught up in his enjoyment, baring his throat like that. She bites her lip on another little moan when he bucks up into her, nails scratching down her sides. With effort, she stills the rocking of her hips though all she really wants to do is to keep going. But that would mean a swift end to things, and she's far from being done with him yet.

"Take this off," she commands raggedly, tugging on the hem of his shirt now. "I want to see you." Fair is only fair.

There's no room for self-consciousness here and he nods, instantly stilling his hips after her lead. "Yes," he says aloud, reluctantly taking his hands off her altogether to unbutton his shirt with recordbreaking speed. He shrugs out of the sleeves and looks back up at her, pale features nearly ethereal now bathed in LED blue.

Pleased with his instant obedience, she smiles gently, touching his cheek with her fingertips when he sits up a little to shrug off the unnecessary garment. The moment he gets the buttons undone and the pieces of fabric fall away from his chest, Pepper returns the favor and palms his pectorals tenderly on either side of the arc reactor embedded in the middle of his sternum, encouraging him with her light touch to keep upright for a while for her. She lets her touch wander indulgently, stroking slowly down to his belly, fingertips following the shape of his abs before detouring to his sides. She feels along his ribs to circle back up to his chest, lightly ghosting her thumbs against his flat nipples and giving a tiny smirk, glancing at him through her lashes.

He plants his hands on the bed to keep himself upright and within reach for her, breath coming in soft pants as she begins to touch. That smile nearly undoes him, looking dazed in return as he meets her eyes. His muscles tense up under her roaming fingers, cock twitching against her thigh despite the slow nature of everything. "You're so sexy," he sighs without thinking about it, merely stating how he feels.

She quite likes that dazed look of his, feeling empowered by having such an effect on him. "And you," she murmurs softly and earnestly, fingers ghosting up along his flesh until they gently cup the sides of his neck; she leans in for a soft, affectionate kiss, her breasts brushing and pressing teasingly against his chest. The casing of the reactor feels cool and warm all at once, the faintest vibrations of it reverberating behind her breastbone. She doesn't linger overlong, pulling back enough to catch his eyes and smiling again, small and warm. Her hands drop to his shoulders as her mouth finds his jaw, trailing light kisses down his neck as her hands also take a downward journey, returning to tease his nipples.

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Tony leans into her kiss, basking in all the attention and holding his breath when she rubs her chest against his. He wonders if the reactor feels weird or off-putting in any way, but she doesn't seem to think so and he puts it out of his mind. What she does next is far more distracting anyway, and he stretches out his neck for her, releasing tiny whimpers of appreciation; and a gasp at the teasing touch over his nipples. His hand reaches out suddenly for her hip, catching his balance and stroking his thumb idly over the bone jutting out just above the waistband of her leggings. "Thank you," he hums close to her ear, arching his throat even more into her mouth in an unmistakable display of complete submission.

She hums her own appreciation into the crook of his neck, the tip of her tongue tracing over to the hollow and circling there indulgently, tasting the salt on his skin. Feeling his hand on her hip, she begins to rock gently once more, rubbing against his trapped cock. She wonders how it would be like, fucking him like this; riding his cock sitting in his lap, staring into his eyes as they come... the thought draws a soft moan from her, licking a wet stripe up along his throat. "I want to see you..." she begins again, stilling her hips and pulling away to dip his chin down with her fingers so she can look him in the eye. "Completely."

She quirks a tiny smirk and arches a brow, lifting up on her knees properly to shuffle back so she's straddling his thighs, her hands climbing up to the closure of his pants.

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He lets out a strangled cry when she rocks her hips against his again, body becoming mighty impatient though he's content to drag this out all day if that's her intention. As with everything she's said thus far, Tony nods even before she's through with the command, a hot jolt going through his tummy when she touches the front of his trousers. Laying back down, but keeping his chin up to maintain eye contact as per her unspoken wishes, Tony threads his hands neatly through hers and unbuttons his pants, beginning to shimmy out of them without displacing her perch on his legs.

Smiling in satisfaction at the way he continues to obey her so smoothly, Pepper helps inch the fabric carefully down his hips, taking care to hook the waistband of his boxers along for the ride with her forefingers. She's nothing if not efficient! She bites her lip on a cooing little moan of appreciation once the fabrics lower inch by inch, revealing in all its glory the impressive erection she'd only felt up until now.

"Oh," she breathes softly in delight, lips curling teasingly as she runs her gaze along his length and flicks an almost coy (if only for show) look up at him through her lashes, "My, what a big boy you are."

Heat spreads up his throat and over his face when she looks at him that way, the words sealing in the type of embarrassment that only gets him hotter. He knows objectively that he's larger than average, something not all women had liked when he was in the height of his playboy phase. He's relieved again to not be found lacking in some way by her, a feeling he's never truly had in the past, with others. If someone didn't like what he was before, it was only for one night and he could make it work. Tony doesn't want this to be like that, and he feels fear climbing up the back of his throat, making his voice quiver just a little when he responds.

"All the better to please you with, my dear." It's breathy too, but it confirms his narrative, feeling as though the sum of his parts were specifically engineered to please her in this moment. His hands fall to the sheets, yet another surrender to her as he opens himself up to whatever she has in store next.

"Mmhmm," Pepper purrs in agreement, hardly anything but appreciative of his generous size, slowly moving off him to slip his pants off his legs all the way and tossing them carelessly aside. "I know you will. Bet it will feel so good, nice and thick inside me..."

She wets her lips in anticipation, letting her gaze linger all over his naked body he's putting on display so sweetly. God, he's gorgeous; toned and chiseled in all the right places without being overly bulky. "I think you should help me with these," she goes on languidly after a moment, on her knees on the bed, her fingers dipping under the waistband of her leggings. Again, fair is only fair.

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.

A shudder courses through her as the last piece of fabric between them is discarded, both of them finally naked as the day they were born. His gaze licks along her body like a caress, and she loves the way it feels; it's already more intense in every possible way than anything else she's ever done with anybody else. Though, she can't even remember anyone else exists at this very moment.

Her lips quirk at the corner when he gropes her ass, loving that too. She lifts a hand to stroke his cheek fondly, softly; before grasping his shoulder with her free hand for balance, throwing a knee over his hips and straddling his lap again, biting her lip at the way his cock nudges against her lower belly. "I rather like it right here," she comments huskily, smiling as she takes her perch.

He gasps sharply when she straddles him, leaning his face into her hand which must be hot to the touch. "Y-yeah?" he stammers, taking a breath to steady himself though his brain seems closer to short circuiting every minute that ticks by. "Maybe you should stay then."

His fingers roam up her sides, cupping her breasts appreciatively though they don't linger long. His hands trace back down and over her tummy as his gaze leaps back up to catch hers. All of the awe he feels for her is spelled cleanly over his face, but he's still waiting for her to tell him what comes next.

"Yes," she breathes in quiet delight, an answer and an exultation both, eyes closing as his hands cup her breasts. Opening them again slowly, she finds his gaze while her hands sink into his hair, combing through gently. "Maybe I should," she goes on, shivering lightly at his touches and the look he's giving her. Nobody has ever gazed upon her with such awe and adoration. "Would you like that?"

His expression glazes over once more, nodding enhusiastically while careful not to displace her fingers from his hair -- it's clear how much he loves that. "Please... stay," he confirms, tongue darting out to wet his lips. His hands move back to her breasts, kneading gently and thumbs flicking against her nipples. He loves how perfectly they fit in his palm.

She breathes a low, long sigh when he raises his hands to her breasts once more and thumbs her hard nipples, her head tipping back at the sensation. "Yeah... I like that, too," she says softly, scratching her fingernails gently along his scalp -- whether it's in response to his caresses or his plead is up in the air; maybe both, truthfully. Unable to resist, she gives in to the urge to roll her hips again, just once in a slow, indulgent circle to tease them both. She knows they're both too impatient soon for teasing, so she enjoys it now for a moment longer before the time's up.

He moans at the feeling of her nails against his scalp, the pleasant tingle shooting downward just in time for her to swirl her hips against his, causing another jolt of heat to course through his belly. Just this is almost too much, but he's already biting into his lip to keep from begging for more -- Tony knows she'll get to moving things along when she's ready. His touches grow firmer and bolder, kneading her flesh with relish, raking blunt nails against her nipples now before letting go only to drag them up and down her sides and start all over again. His cock twitches as if demanding the attention it thinks it deserves, and Tony is powerless to the whim to buck his hips once back against her, letting out another frustrated whimper.

"Oh! Yes," Pepper cries out softly, shivering at the way he bucks up into her, more than ready to take the natural next step, it would seem. His hands grow bolder most wonderfully, and she relishes the firmer, a little harder handling. "Your mouth, use your mouth," she urges breathlessly after a beat, chest heaving as she tugs on his hair in effort to direct his lips to her breasts, her hard, reddened nipples tingling in anticipation.

He moves to sit up so he can comply, taking a second to fix the pillows behind his back to prop himself up. His arms wind smoothly around her waist, hands touching wherever they can reach as he allows her grip to guide his head into her chest. He breathes a tiny breath in exultation before fastening onto her left nipple, teeth brushing gently as he sucks. He shakes his head lightly to intensify the sensation and so her right breast isn't left out completely, lapping a few times to sooth before moving on. "How do you taste this good?" he demands, blowing across the wet surface of her nipple before grabbing onto the other with just as much enthusiasm. His hands move down, cupping her ass and holding her tighter against him as he goes.

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