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

"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.

He brushes his lips over hers once, deliberately, knowing better than to try for a kiss. Thumbing her nipple, he begins to break away a little, leaning back fully against the pillows to put some distance between their bodies and allow for more movement, though the way she moves against him is already mind-numbingly perfect. "Fuck. You feel good," he praises, eyes rolling back into his head for a moment before he can force them open again. "Pepper..." He trails off, loving the feeling of her name on his lips, unknowingly taking the same tone he had in the shower this morning.

"You too... so perfect." She keeps palming his shoulders even as he reclines back against the pillows, bracing herself against him, hair spilling wildly down over her shoulders. The new position allows her to roll her hips in larger circles, lifting her feet up behind her on his thighs and crying out shrilly as his pubic bone nudges against her clit with every grind, throwing her head back with her name on his lips echoing in her ears. "Oh, yes. Tony..."

She's much louder than he thought she'd be, not that it's a criticism. Actually, he finds it really sexy, how unbridled she is now; and willing to show him just how much this is getting to her. His hips lift gently into hers now and then, only when it will benefit her and never to try and wrest away any of her control. For his part, he whimpers and makes softer, more demure noises, though they're just as pleasure-filled.

"Do you like using me? I think you do." He's still meeting her eyes against all odds, though his are blown out and nearly unseeing, basking in being here for her in this way. "I love it, I love watching you. You're so beautiful."

"Mm-hmm," Pepper hums with a nod, smiling sensuously down at him. She loves feeling his eyes adoring her, loves this soft but passionate coupling. Her hands drop down from his shoulders, stroking down his chest and brushing her fingers teasingly over his nipples. "I do like it. I love having you under me like this... riding you." Her hips pick up the pace a little on a soft whimper, swaying over him rhythmically as she grabs one of his wrists and lifts his hand back to her breast.

His breath hitches as her hands roam over his front, nodding to everything she says like it's gospel. When she directs his hand, he immediately complies, squeezing first one breast and pinching her nipple between his first fingers, then lifting his other hand to her other breast to roughly knead the way she likes. "I love being under you, pleasing you..."

Somehow, she'd pictured him rather being a top rather than bottom in all his brash confidence, but that wasn't so much the clear-cut truth of things rather than a smokescreen, wasn't it? Or maybe that was just with her. Either way, she'd never pictured him preferring this particular arrangement, but god, does she love it. And she loves it even more when his calloused hands get to work just as she'd directed, squeezing and pinching with enough force to send her pulse skyrocketing.

"Oh, yes," she moans throatily, her head tipping back in pleasure and nails digging into his shoulders, hips grinding down harder for a couple of passes in gratitude, drawing a pitchy whine from her lips when his pubic bone pushes so perfectly against her clit. "Just like that, oh Tony..."

It's true that control used to be very important to him. Still is, in some instances. But since then he's learned the power of trust, and trusting Pepper has never led him astray. He doesn't think this moment would be as special to him now if she weren't directing it; if it weren't all perfectly constructed with her in mind. It helps that there's nothing comparable in this instance to any other woman he's ever been with, a pristine new experience.

"Fuck." The way she grinds down into him with her nails biting into his shoulders is almost too much, suddenly, his head lolling back and his fingers skimming down her sides to just hold on. He loves the way his name sounds in her rising voice, and the way she uses each plane of his body to amp up the pleasure for herself (as a byproduct him, too.) He can't fully prevent the animal instinct to grind back up against her, losing his vision completely as just this threatens to take him over the edge. "Don't stop..."

Trying to climb through the haze of pleasure back into his body, Tony's hand rises once more to squeeze her chest, realizing he's slacking on his promise to do as she pleases. His other hand skims down her trim belly and joins up with the connection of their bodies, drawing in a shuddering breath as the reality of it bombards him all over again. His first two fingers rub over her clit to facilitate her to move up and down again without losing the stimulation his pelvis had been providing.

She shakes her head fervently with a little whimper at his plead not to stop, incapable of responding with words from the rushing, roaring pleasure ravaging her body, drawing her up tighter and tighter, pushing her toward downright desperation. Her breath comes in heavy pants, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on her pale skin as her hips pick up the pace, pitchy little noises resounding from the back of her throat. As slow and indulgent as their coupling had begun, now her arousal ratchets up notch by notch, aided along by Tony's perfectly obedient attentions on her body.

Pepper can't help but throw her head back and scream when his fingers slip between her legs and find her clit, the short sound loud and pleasure-soaked. Fire licks along her veins, spreading out from that sweet spot Tony's clever fingers are rubbing. "Oh god! Yes, that's so good-- don't stop, don't stop..." Her fervent cries deteriorate into moans and whines as pleasure ramps up between her hips, deep behind her bellybutton. Her movements turn less graceful and more ruthless, single-minded now in her pursuit of release as she drops her feet off his thighs and begins riding him fast and hard, fingers digging into his shoulder while the other climbs up into his hair, fisting the thick strands roughly.

"Oh fuck, yes..." she whines a rare expletive without even realizing it, voice tight with the need to come, eyes closed tightly -- it's been so long and she has no illusions about her stamina, not when Tony feels so perfectly, wonderfully amazing inside her, hitting all of those spots that make her see stars behind her eyelids. Her warning is barely audible, sighed out on a low moan. "I'm gonna come."

That scream captivates all his attention, breast heaving as she takes what she wants from him. His fingers move rhythmically at her behest, ministrations speeding up as he feels her movements deteriorate. "Ah!" he cries out, moisture prickling in his eyes when she pulls his hair. It causes pleasure to lick down his spine and pool at his belly, determined to hold off until he can watch her come. When her body begins to shake, her inner walls squeezing and milking him for everything he has, he knows he can't hold back. He wants to ask if it's okay, but when he opens his mouth no words come. This is it, this is the end, and when he feels her orgasm grip her fully he tumbles over suddenly himself, with no warning. Tony's labored breathing rises in the room, bucking his hips upward as the throes of his own end consume him. "Yes, fuck. Pepper... I love it. I'm coming." More pitchy babble from him when his voice returns, eyes squeezed shut as his hot seed spills inside her, gravity causing it to drip back down over his cock in a strangely sexy way.

"Come inside me," she whines in encouragement amidst her own orgasm, squealing pitchily at the exquisitely sexy feeling of him spilling hotly against her deepest parts, something almost primitively appealing in the sensation. "Yes, yes...! Tony!" Her whole body is still thrumming from head to toe in the wake of her orgasm, quivering at the rush of endorphins, pleasure tingling along every nook and cranny of her. She pants heavily as she tries to catch her breath, hips finally at rest against his but nudging him convulsively every now and then when her flesh clenches lightly around his softening length, the sweet aftershocks working their way through her system. Breathing a soft moan made of relief and satisfaction, she slumps pliantly against his front, rubbing her face gently against his and stroking his hair, sealing a gentle, brief kiss to his lips.

He's grateful for the verbal confirmation that he'd done what she wanted, even if it is seconds too late to take it back. Whimpers push through his lips softly each time her body clenches around his gradually softening member inside her, and he has just enough presence of mind to push into her touches and soft kiss. His bones are heavy, body pliant and pleasantly sated as his hands roam featherlight across her back, drawing patterns in her flesh as his eyes slowly come open again. His breath catches in his throat when those bright blue eyes spear through his, a soft smile tugging up one side of his mouth. That really just happened; it wasn't a fantasy or a dream. Thankfully the fear of what comes next is still waiting patiently to drown him, allowing him to fully enjoy their post-coital bliss.

She shivers lightly at the softness of his touch upon her back, smiling softly back when he meets her eyes. Bracing her upper arms on his shoulders, she leans in further and lets her body go completely pliant against his front, the reactor nestling between her breasts as she sinks her fingers into his hair, combing gently through and rubbing her nose against his. This moment is too perfect to disrupt with words; Pepper feels like the hotel room around them -- along with everything else -- disappears, leaving just the two of them. She presses her lips gently to his forehead, before dipping down slowly to find his mouth with hers, drawing him into a slow, deep kiss.

Loving the way she fits against him, he hums against her mouth before slowly returning the involved kiss. Now that there's no rush, it's even more enjoyable to get to know her in this way, eyes blinking closed again as she overtakes his senses. The slight stick of their sweaty flesh and the quiet stillness of the room around them is comforting somehow. He kisses her until his lungs burn, breaking away to gulp in air only out of necessity. His lips brush against hers a few times in farewell, coiling both arms around her waist in support before nudging her over onto her side next to him on the soft bedspread. Tangling their legs, he keeps his face back so he can study her now, fingers tracing her ribs while he gazes into her eyes as if there's still something for him to see that he hasn't before.

She pulls back on a soft hum of pleasure, a small smile playing about her lips as she catches her breath, leaning her forehead to his briefly even as she brushes her mouth back against his softly. Though she gives a tiny noise regret when his softened length slips out of her body, she can't complain about this new position, relaxing easily against the soft bedding as she enjoys his hold, one leg snuggling up to his while the other hooks lazily over his knee. She gives a soft sigh at the way his fingers travel over her side, bringing one hand up to cup the side of his neck, her thumb stroking along his jawline. "Hi," she murmurs with a purely affectionate smile, blue eyes shining with happiness.

She looks so perfect this way: happy, radiant. He rubs his nose back against her and lets out an involuntary sigh of his own. "Hey," he responds a few seconds late, unable to fully prevent the goofy smile that's sneaking its way across his lips.

Her smile twitches a little further in response to his. He's so cute like this. Her hand slides from his neck down to his chest, rubbing slow circles there indulgently. She feels like she could stay here forever, just like this, fighting the pleasant drowsiness brought on by comfort and post-orgasmic bliss creeping in, eyelids drooping a little but not closing. "So..." Her lips curve slowly in a happy, sated smile, voice low and soft. "Let's just stay here for good."

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