He slows to an almost torturous pace but it’s as delicious as it is frustrating. It’s all she can do to keep from groaning in both annoyance & bliss. When his voice muffles against the pad of her palm she sighs quickly through her nose: pretends to weigh the options for a fleeting moment before she pulls her paw away from his face & wraps it around his bicep instead. Her claws are out, but she won’t poke — not if he behaves.

But Jesus, every rigorous, deliberate thrust inward sends her eyelids fluttering, her head tilting back more firmly into the wall, paws tightening against him. Every time he pulls back there’s an ache in her throbbing cunt: she wants him back in, all the way in. Her leg around his hips locks as she pulls him flush against her, pins him there for a moment as she shuts her eyes & just savours the exquisite feeling of him filling her up. She’s purring again, this can’t get more embarrassing than it already is so she might as well enjoy it to the fullest because this is not. happening. again.

Greer angles her hips upward, forward, gets him as deep inside her as she can & lets out a long, soft moan (maybe it’s a whine, maybe it’s a mewl, maybe she stopped giving a shit) as his knob pressed against her cervix. That addictive cocktail of pleasure & pain, her most favourite form of self-destruction. It sent a shiver down her spine & her tail quivering, beating quickly against his knee.

"Customer's always right--" No talking, shoulda been a strike but it's not something he lets linger either. They were too far gone now, he wasn't rubbing her nose in it and she wasn't rushing to stop him from these unpaced thrusts. The more uneven the more arduous it had to be for her, never knowing when to expect that stiff buck or another daunting half-second pause. They've both been indulging but still showing some level of restraint in really enjoying this.

And this was probably as good as he was gonna get out of her, she didn't seem the begging type. Really he didn't mind that, either. Honestly, god forbid he start thinking about it because he was starting to actually enjoy just about everything she had to offer.

So, like animals they started, like animals they continue. Those steady slow bucks into her, pressing that aching head ever deep as it wanted to go, pull back one final time before they go away entirely. Casting away all measure of restraint or limit, his body rocks against hers with abandoned sensibility. Tony's grip on her body doesn't falter, if nothing else it tightens. In this moment he's stopped being an asshole chasing a paycheck and has become an animal chasing a feeling, that tight winding coil that has begun to worm its way beneath those well sculpted abs. Greater than any fucking drug he had the pleasure of remembering.

Forehead dropped to press against her shoulder, hot panting breaths pouring out from parted lips as he moved so ferociously against her body, feeling and loving the way she squeezed his thickness so tightly, how delightfully her cunt slid along the shaft of his cock.