Pepper cries out softly when his tongue enters the play, hips twitching in reaction and bumping her against his mouth. "Oh god, oh!" A trembling moan escapes her lips as Tony shakes his head, her entire body quaking a little as more wetness pools between her thighs and dampens the fine lace even further, fingers tightening their grip on him. When she'd gotten this set with tonight in mind, she'd never pictured it prompting anything like this, the sheer eroticism of what they're doing heating her blood.

She loves everything about the slow tease of Tony caressing her through the lace to the feel of his warm, calloused hands on her bare skin, she really does -- but she's also starting to feel the frustration of not being able to do much to reciprocate other than rake her fingers through his hair; at the fact that as exquisite as his mouth feels, the lace runs just enough interference for it to not be quite enough.

"Tony, please..." she pleads on a little whine just as his palm finds her breast, gasping as her pebbled nipple rubs against the garment and his hand, her stomach clenching in response.