His eyes close briefly, nuzzling back against her as those words tug a string in his chest. Tony leans in to kiss her gently, though it's brief, drawing himself away from her as she leans back. His hand remains under hers though as he shifts around to her front, bowing his head so she never loses sight of herself in the mirror. If she got these beautiul panties for him he's absolutely going to enjoy them.
His cheek rubs against her other breast, sighing at the feeling of the scratchy fabric and her tightening nipple underneath. Though some men might prefer a little more to grab a hold of, Pepper's breasts were perfect in his eyes, just like everything else about her -- body and otherwise. He nudges his nose against her nipple, pushing the lace up against it and smiling softly.
"Are you looking? Look at the mirror, not at me," he reminds her gently, wanting her to see herself the way he sees her. Tony moves to stand on his knees, nose hitting her stomach just below the bra line, his tongue darting out to trace his mouth's downward track. One hand grips her wrist while he flips off his loafers impatiently, pressing his lips against her belly button then below, then over the band of lace holding up the tiny scrap of fabric. His other hand moves to squeeze her ass through them, looking all the way up at her through dark lashes. "Thank you."
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Date: 2015-02-19 12:59 pm (UTC)His cheek rubs against her other breast, sighing at the feeling of the scratchy fabric and her tightening nipple underneath. Though some men might prefer a little more to grab a hold of, Pepper's breasts were perfect in his eyes, just like everything else about her -- body and otherwise. He nudges his nose against her nipple, pushing the lace up against it and smiling softly.
"Are you looking? Look at the mirror, not at me," he reminds her gently, wanting her to see herself the way he sees her. Tony moves to stand on his knees, nose hitting her stomach just below the bra line, his tongue darting out to trace his mouth's downward track. One hand grips her wrist while he flips off his loafers impatiently, pressing his lips against her belly button then below, then over the band of lace holding up the tiny scrap of fabric. His other hand moves to squeeze her ass through them, looking all the way up at her through dark lashes. "Thank you."