[ The reaction makes him want to do that again, to slide his thumbs farther underneath her bra and tease her nipples until they're hard against the pads, and she's panting more than squeaking or gasping. But he doesn't, at least not just yet. It also feels like it might be too much somehow, and Bruce isn't really sure where that line lies yet, how far she wants to go with this fooling around. ]
Right. [ Precautions are thrown into the wind, along with what he considers the words that wrap up that topic. He kisses her, slow, tasting, breaking the contact when she speaks up again.
He's not really feeling very much like letting go of her, but this time they're not talking about locking doors. This time she's talking about less clothes, and Bruce is a little more driven by that thought. Dropping his hands from her is a special kind of torture, but he does so anyway, shrugging off his jacket as quickly as possible and letting it drop to the floor, hands soon returning to her sides again, sliding down the small of her back and cupping her ass with a firm squeeze. ]
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Right. [ Precautions are thrown into the wind, along with what he considers the words that wrap up that topic. He kisses her, slow, tasting, breaking the contact when she speaks up again.
He's not really feeling very much like letting go of her, but this time they're not talking about locking doors. This time she's talking about less clothes, and Bruce is a little more driven by that thought. Dropping his hands from her is a special kind of torture, but he does so anyway, shrugging off his jacket as quickly as possible and letting it drop to the floor, hands soon returning to her sides again, sliding down the small of her back and cupping her ass with a firm squeeze. ]