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

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.

Edited 2016-10-03 20:23 (UTC)

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.

Edited 2016-10-04 16:31 (UTC)

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.

"Ah! God," Pepper moans in pleasure as his lips finally wrap around her nipple, a breathy wisp of delighted laugh chasing the exclamation. A corresponding throb echoes between her thighs with every pull of his mouth, her hips moving once more in tiny, restless movements against his as her arousal grows. She loves this half-reclining position, becoming more and more convinced she wants him right here, just like this. She chuckles huskily at his pondering, any smart reply on the tip of her tongue changing into a needy mewl as he latches on again, grasping her ass and holding tight like he doesn't want to let go -- and she doesn't want him to.

"Oh, yeah... that feels so good," she sighs, a short, impatient whimper escaping her as she grinds down into his lap unambiguously, encouraging his tight grip and fisting his hair in return. "I want you," she urges in low tone, breathing another soft moan. "Just like this-- now."

Each time she grinds against him he releases a pitchy sound, completely powerless as he rolls his hips to meet hers. He loves the way she laughs, having to pull back from her chest to cry out at how sinfully amazing her pulling his hair is. It's a mixture of the actual physical sensation and the possession it infers that truly does him in.

"Fuck," he hisses in response to her demand, looking up with that same dazed expression, going still beneath her so he can maintain even a modicum of composure. "You have me." But not the way she wants -- yet; he did promise she could have him any way she pleased, and he intends to follow through. One hand skims back over her belly, seeking out the heat between her thighs unerringly. His forefingers dip between her folds to rub against her clit in hopes of assessing how wet she is and what he can do to prepare her further. When he feels wetness dripping over his fingers he moans, middle finger pushing into her and setting a gentle but impatient pace.

Pepper echoes his moan -- albeit more loudly -- when his fingers slip between her legs and slide over her wet flesh, rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves. "God, ye--" The groaned exultation swiftly turns into a pitchy yowl as his finger slides inside her slick heat, smoothly picking up a steady rhythm. Just that alone feels amazing, her hips quickly starting to rock as she fucks herself on his finger with relish. It won't be enough for long, she's too wound up for that, but for now she enjoys this, her hands dropping from his hair to grasp his shoulders.

He sits up even more so he can push deeper, leaning his face against hers as he goes. God, this is hot, and they haven't even gotten to the main event yet. The way she moves against him steals breath from his lungs and any words he could have said, instead focusing on adding his first finger to the fray. He pumps slower with two fingers, going nice and easy to let her get used to the stretch before beginning to move them apart a bit inside her, stretching further. She's probably ready but he wants to be absolutely sure, and this step certainly isn't a chore for him in the least.

She gives a soft mewl when he adds another finger, so wet both digits slide in with ease, rubbing her face against his and panting. Shuddering, she fits the movements of her hips to his pace, grinding in slower circles now. Whining at the stretch, she shakes her head, licking across his lips. "I want you now," she breathes shakily, gulping in a few greedy pulls of air. "I want your cock inside me." As if in punctuation, her dainty hand reaches down between them to brush her fingers against his hard erection.

Opening his mouth to her and nodding his head, acquiescence as instant as ever, Tony groans when she touches him, tummy tensing even as his cock fills out even more in her hand. "So take me," he offers in solution, reluctantly withdrawing his fingers and bringing them to his lips to taste, unwilling to let her juices go to waste. He wants to keep reinforcing that everything is within her control, and that he's here to please her in any way he can. His lips brush against her ear again, wrapping his hand around her waist once he's licked it clean. "I want to be inside you, right now. Filling you up -- stretching you out. I know that's what you want too so fuck me. I'm here for the taking."

She licks her own lips, watching Tony clean his fingers of her wetness; the action utterly attractive to her. "Yes," she agrees breathlessly at his murmurs in her ear, squirming restlessly in his lap. There's no way she can hold out another moment, her small hand pumping his cock once before taking her weight on her knees, her hand guiding the head of his shaft; she teases them both for a second with rubbing his tip to her sopping folds, moaning as the blunt head nudges her clit. Directing him a little lower, she finally feels him at her entrance and wastes no more time, slowly bearing down while her hand holds his cock steady. His head slips inside with ease, the sensation amazing. Pulling her hand away, she grasps his shoulders with both of them once more and keeps lowering herself over him with a pleasured groan, the stretch only mildly painful -- but even that only turns her on, loving the little sting of his thick cock pushing inside her wet heat until he's buried to the hilt. "Oh yeah, ohh...! Mmm, you feel so good inside me," she moans, squirming a little in his lap as she gives them both a moment to acclimate to the sensation.

Tony stretches out his legs straight behind her, allowing her to straddle him comfortably and take what she wants at last. He watches with glassy eyes, a tiny whimper ekeing from his lips as she finally takes him inside, seeming just as overwhelmed by the moment. He loves the feeling of her hands on his shoulders, the way she covers and surrounds him so that he feels like no more than an instrument for her explicit pleasure. "Yes..." he agrees, words escaping him then as one hand climbs up, skimming over her backside before settling into the dip of her lower back. Sitting up even a little more, he nudges his hips up against hers, not trying to go deeper but just shifting, eager to get to the next stage as ever. He bites into his lip and slowly lifts his other hand to cup a breast, squeezing while he meets her eyes.

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.

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