It's a struggle to keep the pace slow, but Trish lets Bruce determine how fast they should go since he is the one with the ticking bomb in his chest.

Besides, it feels like heaven so she sure doesn't have any complaints.

"Oh, Bruce..."

His name leaves her sounding almost more like a groan than a word, and she guides one of his hands down to where their bodies are joined, pressing it against her aching clit.