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

He agrees, it is fun, for him too in the strangest way. He never would have thought that being embarrassed this way could turn him on, but Pepper has a way of turning all his expectations on their heads. A violent shudder wracking down his spine when she sinks into his ear, his hand shifts under her robe, gripping the back of her thigh before slowly dragging caloused fingertips down her leg to her knee. "Terrifying," he admits, bemusement glinting in his eyes and coming through in his tone even if it's as close to the truth as he can get, rolling his hips deliberately into hers this time.

She shivers in turn when his rough fingers glide down the back of her thigh and lower still, humming knowingly when his hips bump up against hers. Breathing a chuckle, she slides her hand slowly down his chest, loosening his robe further as she goes, the white-blue glow of the reactor spilling softly between them.

"And here I thought scared stiff was just a figure of speech," she grins widely, enjoying her lame pun 100% as she grinds her hips against his on a throaty little purr, feeling how ready he is. "I want it, you know," she confesses huskily, leaning in to whisper it against his ear. "What you asked for, earlier. Your mouth between my legs, servicing me."

Heat pulls up under his skin, tinging his chest and throat pink and slowly climbing up over his face in a visible flush. The way she touches him is unreal, and her lame joke startles a bark of laughter to break free. But he cuts it off pretty instantly when she speaks into his ear, dropping dirty words on him like second nature. Tony nods against her face, nose rubbing against hers as he strives to show her how desperate he is for just that. "Let me... I'll make you feel so good," he promises, though that nervous energy buzzes over him yet again. It's been a long time since he's been with anyone this way, obviously, save for earlier with her, so he hope he can live up to expectations here as well.

Pepper loves the picture he makes like this, enjoying slowly peeling him out of his robe; much like unwrapping a birthday present. (If this really were her birthday present, she would have no complaints.) She hums in approval and encouragement at his ready agreement, fleet fingers eagerly fluttering up and down his chest.

She flushes herself up to the tips of her ears when she breathes out her question, slightly embarrassed by her forwardness despite her ever-increasing arousal. "Shall I sit on your face, like you described? Or should I spread myself out for you on the bed? I want you to decide."

His eyes glaze over as she describes his options, registering the flush of her skin belatedly as his own goosepimples beneath her attentions. Before trying to formulate an answer, Tony sits up and holds his arms back so she can fully remove his robe as seems to be her goal. It feels like a trick question, and he licks his lips as he tries to come to the proper conclusion. Laying herself out for him is oh so tempting, but would put him completely on the spot. For once in his life he decides on the safer option, though his heart pounds even quicker for it anyway. "Sit on my face," he rasps into her ear, tone full to the brim with need as his fingers fiddle with the tie of her robe now. "Please."

She runs her palms down his arms as she pushes the robe off of him entirely, feeling along every dip and curve of firm muscle with obvious enjoyment. She bumps her nose against his teasingly, a smile spreading to her lips as he husks his response against the shell of her ear. With a breathy little chuckle, she takes his hand and encourages him to pull open the knot of the sash, her robe falling open now enough to give him a preview of what's to come. "Let's move this to the bed," she suggests in a raspy tone of her own, taking his hand as she rises slowly to her feet, tugging him with her. "Lay down for me."

Tony's breath catches as he pulls the sash free, even though he knows what to expect by now. She's still breathtakingly beautiful and he's not sure he could ever hold back such a physical reaction. Not that he has long to ogle before she's dragging him across the room, something he takes a few seconds to be fully on board with. His hand tightens in hers to keep his balance, but then he's struggling to comply with her request as quickly as he can, sitting first on the edge of the bed so he can watch her one more second before reluctantly letting go and scooting towards the middle of the bedspread. "Like this?" he asks playfully, posing for her so each plane of muscle is highlighted, his cock already half-hard and practically weeping just from expectation alone. Tony props himself up on one elbow and bites into his lip to watch her for a moment, or for as long as he can get away with.

Her lips curve with satisfaction as he stares, loving the way she commands his full attention in this moment. She feels his gaze slip along her skin like a physical caress, warm and hungry-- she lets her robe slide off of her entirely to reveal every bit of pale, freckled flesh to his eyes, her nipples tightening further and a faint flush pinking her skin.

"Just like that," she purrs in agreement as she returns the favor, letting her covetous gaze take in every inch of his gorgeous body. She licks her lips as her eyes settle on his erection, arousal twinging deep in her belly at the sight. Humming a musical little note, she lifts a knee on the bed at the foot of it and slowly begins crawling up his prone body. "You're so beautiful I could just eat you up," she smirks slyly, leaning down to trail soft kisses up his leg, blue eyes intent on his as her lips caress the inside of one knee; moving up to the thigh.

"But maybe later." She whispers it against the vee of his left hip, the tip of her tongue flicking out to lick a line along the groove of muscle and sinew. She can't possibly resist; lifting her head a little, her mouth brushes lovingly against the wet tip of his cock, kissing it gently and spreading a bead of moisture across her lips only to lick it away with a little hum of pleasure.

Her hands splay eagerly over his chest, stroking up to his shoulders as she maneuvers to straddle his lower stomach, taking his lips in a deep kiss in preparation of the next step.

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.

Pepper moans riotously into the kiss when his calloused hands come up to squeeze her ass, her hips rocking once against him in reaction, a shudder running down her spine and nails biting into his biceps. She definitely liked that, nipping at his bottom lip in farewell once she pulls away, breathing heavily.

"And I think you love it when I'm evil," she accuses without missing a beat, lips curved into a knowing smirk. She leans back a little on her perch, reaching a hand behind her back and finding his fat erection, brushing her fingers lightly up and down its hard length and grinning victoriously. "Don't you?"

That reaction coming from her is beyond exciting, loving the way she digs her nails into him especially. Before he can relish in it, however, she's intent on torturing him again; which is something he could never even consider hindering in any way. Still he attempts to protest, as futile as it is with her dainty, perfect fingers teasing him like that. "N-no," he all but gasps, his head falling to the pillows again in an attempt not to squirm. When he opens his eyes and sees her grinning down at him, however, it causes his belly to flip-flop.

"Maybe," he amends carefully, licking a bead of sweat from his moustache and trying to clear his absolutely covetous gaze as it settles on her once more. "A little."

Pepper chuckles lowly at his struggles, enjoying the way he looks at her with such heat and the way he resists so stubbornly as is his wont. It only makes her that much more determined to break that resistance, a little startled at how much the realization turns her on.

"Maybe a lot," she counters in a downright gleeful purr, her fingers tightening around his erection in a firm grip now and pumping him up and down, torturously slow. "Be a good boy and just admit it."

He can't prevent the whimper from escaping his lips, pitchy and pathetic. "N-no, I don't..." he mumbles, eyes rolling back in his head and hands slipping from her back. It feels so good and yet so unfulfilling. Trapped under her, he can't rock his hips up the way his body is demanding him to. Once more, he's helpless and eating up every minute of being at her mercy. "Stop," he whines though he doesn't even come close to meaning it. He can tell this is getting her off, and he's happy to oblige, especially if she keeps touching him that way.

"No," she denies in a steely voice, shaking her head as he continues to taunt him, with her touch and words both. She doesn't know where this aggressiveness is coming from, she's never been like this in bed with anyone else -- but the words are coming easily to her lips, and every one of them along with Tony's reactions to them only serve to rack up her arousal.

"Not until you ask me nicely. Beg me to stop," she purrs as she palms the head of his cock lazily, smoothly moving on to the whole reason she's straddling him in the first place. "Beg... to let you please me. You still want me to sit on your face, don't you?"

His breath catches in his throat at her denial. He had fantasized about this, but having never experienced it in reality it doesn't come close to measuring up. He's never been so turned on in his life, nearly burning up between his legs and flushing clear across his chest and up his throat already. She says exactly the words that will motivate him most and he whimpers again, loudly this time, his lip quivering with the effort.

"Fuck. You... Pepper," he cries desperately before he manages to get himself back under some modicum of control. He's never truly begged for anything in his life and the words stick in his throat. But when Tony wants something, she knows he'll do anything to get it. He's determined to please her in this arena too. "Pl-please, Pepper... St-stop? Stop," he interjects, with a bit more authority this time before desolving back into histeria the next time her fingers brush against him. "Please... I want you to sit on my face. Now. I'll be... a good, good boy. I promise."

His gaze is completely blown out as he catches hers, but still he waits to see if that meets her standard, another involuntary shudder rippling down his spine.

"Fuck me?" Pepper quips on a dark laugh on the heels of Tony's cries, loving his struggles. With one last squeeze of his rock hard cock in fond farewell, she pulls her hand away and palms her thighs, leaning over him a little as she grins down at him, her loose hair spilling past her shoulders.

"It's a good start-- good boy," she allows in low tone, arching a brow slightly. She rolls her hips slowly, grinding her soaked pussy against the rippling muscles of his firm abdomen on a throaty little moan. God that feels good, but she's intent on teasing them both a little while longer. "But I think you can do better still. Is this what you want? For me to fuck your face? Tell me how much you want it..."

He whines again, looking away on a caught breath when she rolls her hips against his belly. He can feel how wet she is but he also knows she won't make it easy for him in that moment. It's the absolute best-worst kind of torture and he's not sure how much more he can take. It's certainly incentive enough to get him going with much more zeal than before.

"Y-es, good boy. Your good boy... I want to please you, Pepper, please... I want to taste you, so badly. It's all I can think about... I dream about you every night." His hand comes up off the bed suddenly, trailing hotly down her side, covetously slipping over her breast and gripping onto her thigh. He shakes his head, trying to convey how close he is to the end of his rope. "I want it so much, I've never wanted anything so much. Please... let me make you feel good."

Her head tips back on a low groan as the impassioned words wash over her, a little shudder racing down her spine and her hips twitching at the way his hot palm drags across her front. If it's possible to get drunk on desire alone, she's intoxicated by it, drowning in the heady rush of Tony's yearning -- for her. Licking her lips, she tips her head back down and gazes at him hotly under heavy lids, blue irises darkened with hunger as she slides her palms up his chest, finally taking her weight on her knees.

"I want it too. I want your touch... I want to be the only person in the world you want like this." There's no teasing in her tone anymore as she confesses her deepest desires to him. Slowly crawling her way up, she lifts a knee over his shoulder while supporting herself against the headboard of the bed, carefully getting into position. "I want to be the one and only."

Her words are overwhelming, but he doesn't have time to process them when she's already springing into action. Is she saying these things in the moment, just because he had? Or does she really mean them? His mind and heart both race as she gets into position, stealing his breath away all over again.

"Fuck... yes. Of course you are. The only one. You're the only person I've ever wanted like this." With so much force, but also... in such a base way. He's never wanted to belong to anyone else. He's certainly never wanted to be under their control. With Pepper, all of that gets turned on its head and he couldn't be more addicted. Running his hand up and down one creamy thigh, he tilts his head back in preparation to receive her, eyes glassy as he licks across his lips and opens his mouth.

Once the ecstasy of this lifts, she'll perhaps be a little started to realize she did mean every single word -- but for now, all she's thinking about is gratification, pleasure; letting him touch and enjoying that touch to the fullest.

"Just what I wanted to hear," she sighs as she takes her position, knees bracketing his head. Tipping her hips in offering, she strokes one hand over his hair and closes her eyes on a soft moan as he takes his first taste of her.

The first taste of her is sweet and perfect like the first bite of a peach in the Summer. He matches her moan and laps his way in deeper, closing his eyes and enjoying how absolutely soaking wet she is. Shaking his head minutely to tap her clit with the tip of his nose, he keeps up the enthusiasm, drinking deeply of her while he has a moment to take her all in before she starts rocking her hips; which he secretly hopes is soon.

A louder, deeper moan leaves her parted lips when he gets to it properly, followed by soft huffs of breath as his mouth works its magic on her sensitive flesh, the pleasure emanating in warm waves from between her legs. Giving a tiny whimper, she tries to stay still as long as she can though her pale thighs are already quivering, the rough scruff on his cheeks brushing against the tender insides as he laps her up. Trembling at the way his nose nudges her clit, she sinks her fingers deeper into his hair and grips gently, shuddering as her tummy clenches, struggling against the desire to move. "God, that's good, oh baby... your mouth feels incredible."

The tremor of her thighs above him and the way she tightens her hands in his hair have him moaning against her sensitive flesh before bobbing his head in earnest, already determined to make her feel better than she's ever felt. One of his hands climbs up and smooths over her belly, holding her skin taught so he can eat her up with zero interference. Her voice sounds heavenly to him now, even the way she calls him baby. His cock is rock hard and weeping between his legs, but that's easy to ignore in favor of her pleasure; in fact only serving to encourage him more.

She cries out loudly at the way he redoubles his efforts, one hand fisting his hair tightly and the other covering his on her belly as if to keep it there. Exposed fully to his lips and tongue now, riotous moans and whines spill from her mouth as her thighs tremble at the increasing pleasure; she can no longer stave off the need to move, her hips rocking in rhythm with the exquisite way he laps her up. A shudder courses through her body as her insides draw up tighter, pleasure pulsing between her thighs as she rides his face slowly, sweaty and panting. She knows it wont take long now.

"Oh, god...! Mmh, just like that. Come on, honey." Spreading her knees out a little and pushing their hands tighter against her belly, she mewls desperately as the action exposes her swollen clit further to his fervent ministrations, her whole frame quivering with need for relief, hips twitching and losing the smooth rhythm as she rocks rougher against his mouth. "Yes, yes, yes! God, yes, make me come-- give it to me, please, please..."

His fingers tighten when her hand covers his, groaning lowly in approval at the way she pulls his hair. It lends to the feeling of being used in the best possible way, the image solidified in his mind when she finally starts to rock her hips. Tony opens his mouth further for her, loving the way her body knows how to move to get her closer to the edge, even without him doing much of anything. This is exactly the way he fantasized it would be, and he is reveling in being the object in this moment that can make her feel this good. "Fuck," he huffs out, taking a breath before snapping to obey, tonguing her clit and allowing her to ride his face on towards her completion. He nods vigorously, trying to get her off and agreeing both with the sentiment, not wanting to pull back far enough for any real words, moaning and moving with her to urge her over the finish line.

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