"I don't want a different one," she barely gets out, breathless, shaking her head before anything else she may have been about to say gets cut off by a sharp breath, a whimper escaping her lips when his hand slips between her legs to stroke her. "Oh, Tony-- oh, yes..." she sighs, her dropping back a little, tightening her grip on the edge of the vanity.

It's only a light touch, but the gentle care he takes combined with the fact that it's been so long since they've been able to enjoy each other like this are already inflaming her, color rising to her cheeks as heat courses through her.