His breath hitches sharply at her touches, wetting his lips a second before her mouth descends on his again. He's enjoying the haphazardness to it, though he'd initially intended to draw out the encounter. It isn't going too fast, it's just fueled by pent-up passion and hopefully, love. The everlasting kind.

"You like the way I feel?" He licks his lips again after the kiss, if it could really be called that, nudging his nose up against her ear before speaking lowly into it. "You like that you did this to me. You're practically begging for it, my cock inside you." Tony knocks her hand away though he's loathe to do it, carefully stripping off the last of her lingerie. He doesn't let it fall right away, rubbing one lacey cup against his cheek.

"I really like your outfit," he says around a swallow, gaze briefly following her bra as it tracks to the ground to join her little yellow dress and little yellow panties. "But, yes, it does look better on the floor. Sorry." He brings her hands back to his front to help him strip off the last thing keeping them apart, biting his lip at the heels she's still wearing. Those will be the hardest ones to convince himself to remove, but he clumsily strips off his socks before sinking down in front of her again.