A low groan of want tinged with desperation spills from her lips when Tony guides her hand down to his crotch, palming the hard bulge eagerly through the fabric, rubbing and squeezing gently along the length of him as he rocks against her hand. "Tony... yes," she sighs in heated delight, shivering a little at the feel of him; so hard because of her, because of what they're doing-- she can't wait to have him inside of her. The fingers of her free hand slip beneath the waistband and start pulling downward, impatient to divest him of the article of clothing separating them even as her skimpy bra loosens around her thanks to Tony's talented hands. She's loath to take her hands off him long enough to shrug it off though, hindering also her own attempt to pull his underwear down one-handed. Tipping her head, Pepper parts her lips wider to give him a brief, sloppy kiss even as her hand slides down his length to fondle his balls through the shorts.