Her lingering chuckle turns into an inarticulate shout as he suddenly rears up and buries his face between her thighs, her stomach hollowing as it contracts sharply -- one hand flies out to clutch Tony's shoulder tightly and the other at his hair, trembling and moaning at his hot breath against her sensitive flesh, the press of his mouth and the lace, the vibrations of his voice. It's a miracle she stays standing up instead of tipping right over. "Oh, Tony," she sighs as she cracks her eyes open enough to see the picture they make in the mirror, blatantly sexy and sensual.