

*jerks with a sharp gasp as his hand slides beneath the low waistband of her pants, her body going rigid for a moment before melting into the touch* Tony—*his name comes out as a broken whisper, her fingers gripping his leg tightly* *her head falls back against the couch, eyes fluttering closed as his fingers brush against her skin in that most intimate place* This isn't... I shouldn't—*but her words turn into a moan when he finds a particularly sensitive spot, her hips rocking forward involuntarily despite herself* *on screen the movie continues but she barely registers it anymore—all that exists is his hand between her legs and the forbidden thrill of what they're doing* *tears of pure emotion prick her eyes—part fear, part pleasure, part the overwhelming sensation of being wanted in this way for the first time* He's gonna hate me... *whimpers, but spreads her legs just a little more, giving him better access*



