Tony was enjoying every minute of this slow torture to her. Not that he wasn't going through his own; he would love nothing more than to be buried inside of her in a flat second, but he loved how he made her feel. That, in itself, was its own turn-on. "Sweden if we want good chocolate. Or I can pay to have the shit imported quicker." He nudged his hands inside of her pants and cupped between her thighs, brushing through her mound of wet curls to tease her. All the while his lips sucked on the back of her neck, teeth grazing lightly over her warm flesh.