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She gives him a challenging look, smirking a little.

"That's what I said."

He stares back at her for a second or two, then draws his hands away, propping his elbows on the edge of the tub and just leaning back, his head even dropping a little.

"Well then, I guess I'm too old to do anything else today. Especially after I've already had one orgasm. I mean, I should probably be having my nap now, or sitting around watching Wheel of Fortune."

She feels a bit like whining when his hands leave her body, but she more or less asked for it, so instead she just turns around so that her front is pressed against him instead, winding her arms around his neck.

"Can't expect you to keep up with a young and spry lover, it's true."

He does like that change in position very much, but he still lets his arms stay as they are, his expression looking as plain and unimpressed as can be.

"Young and spry? You're not that much younger than me, just so you know."

Okay maybe she kind of is. But he's still far from an old man, both physically and mentally.

Oh, she is very well aware of how good a shape he is in. She appreciates that shape daily in a multitude of ways.

"Only fifteen measly little years."

That she never gives a single, solitary crap about.

"That's right. And it's fourteen."

Because clearly one year makes all the difference. Not that Bruce cares, either way - he never did show to have any issues with their age difference, and he doesn't plan on starting now.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

She chuckles and leans in to capture his earlobe between her teeth and suck gently on it.

"Fourteen."

He gasps softly, his eyes closing as he tips his head, smiling at her answer. His hands finally drop from the edge of the tub, resting on her back, slowly sliding down until they dip past the surface of the water.

"It's okay. I forgive you."

Mission accomplished, he is far too good at playing it cool, this man.

"Oh, good."

She moves her attention to his neck, kissing here and there, looking for the spots that will make him react the most.

He has some amazing self-control, that's how.

Of course that could never last long when she's teasing him like that. Not that he's complaining, far from it actually, and instead he even tips his head to offer up more of his neck to her.

Trish keeps giving that beautifully exposed neck her attention, sucking at his pulse point and not really seeing a reason to be careful about it.

She is going to give the good doctor a whole bunch of hickeys unless he protests.

If he minded, he'd have protested by now. As it is, he just lets her keep going, letting out soft little sighs and gasps as she nips and sucks on his skin, his hands slowly sliding down to her ass and thighs, only to move back up again.

Chances are those hickeys won't last too long anyway, but for as long as they stay there, he really won't mind at all.

"I could do this forever."

She loves the taste of his skin, not to mention the fact that having Bruce gasping and sighing with pleasure underneath het is just incredibly sexy. Not something you get sick of in a hurry.

"God... I'd be so okay with that."

Maybe not sitting in the water until it gets cold, but the rest - staying close while her mouth is on him, and his hands on her? He could stay just like this forever.

"You are, without doubt, the sexiest person I have ever met."

Obviously because he is the love of her life, but really she thought he was wicked hot way before that, which is how she ended up with his hand down her panties as quickly as she did.

"Good, then... we're perfect for each other."

Because she is definitely the sexiest person he's met. Not that he's biased or anything.

Hands sliding up her back, they round her sides slowly, and he cups her breasts, thumb brushing lightly over her nipples.

"I already knew that."

Why she happens to be the perfect match for a genius physician is sometimes a bit of a mystery to her, but there is no doubt in her mind that it's true.

His touch makes her gasp, pressing herself more firmly against his hands though she knows it won't do her any good if he is of a mind to tease.

Well, from his perspective, she's a bright, beautiful and interesting woman that happens to be a very rich and popular celebrity, so he has no idea how this even works, but... it does. That's all he cares about.

He does tease a little, but there's a purpose to his touch too: to make her feel good. So, he doesn't keep the touch too light, pinching one of her nipples while his other thumb continues to draw circles around the hardening tip of her breast, loving every sound he manages to draw from her.

"Kiss me."

Bruce asking for what he wants is pretty much her favourite thing, she is oh so happy to give it to him, pressing her lips to his with a moan as the attention he is paying to her breasts banishes all traces of feeling sated from her body.

And he so loves it when she promptly does what he asks without pause or hesitation. His head tips back a little, his lips parting immediately to deepen the kiss. He keeps playing with her breasts, his fingers lightly twisting her nipples before he squeezes her breasts more fully again, palms rubbing over the sensitive nubs, letting out a choked sigh of his own whenever she spills another sound into the kiss.

Those little sounds become more and more frequent, soft mewls and whimpers as his fingers make her ache and want and need.

It's not really a conscious decision to shift around a little so that she can trap obe of his thighs between her legs and press her pussy against it, it's all just instincts guided by her need for some relief.

Far from him to complain about that. He shifts a little himself, only to accommodate her, his foot sliding along the tub so his knee props up a little, and his thigh presses more presently between her legs, fingers continuing to rub and tease at her hard nipples.

Eventually he breaks the kiss, letting out a loud gasp as he does, his mouth traveling down her neck slowly.

"I want to hear you."

The request alone draws a sharp moan from her, and since there is no real reason to keep it down here, the noises just keep coming. Gasps, moans, whimpers while she presses her aching pussy against his leg, writhing above him as if she can't decide if she wants to get away from his touch or if she wants more.

"God, Bruce..."

His mouth trails down her front, kissing and nipping lightly all the way to her chest, his lips brushing over a nipple, tongue darting out to lap across it. In the meantime, the hand on that breast moves down, calm but promptly turning around to slide between her legs, his own thigh lowering to make room for it.

Both her reactions, the way she says his name, and how he's touching her are incredibly arousing. He feels that by now familiar warmth spread through him and he sighs pleasantly, his cock growing hard again.

Incredibly arousing doesn't even come near describing how Trish feels about Bruce seemingly trying to touch as many of her most sensitive areas as possible at once, combined with his voice doing that thing it does when he stops being self-conscious.

She reaches down between them to wrap her fingers around his cock, not really able to move much but she does what she can, squeezing gently, teasing the head with her thumb and giving the shaft short little strokes.

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