insurgents | OPEN POST.

"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.

His lips release her nipple as he lets out a soft moan, eyes closing and his forehead resting between her breasts when her hand wraps around his cock and starts teasing along the length. His own fingers press harder against her, rubbing along her slit, teasing her all the way up to her clit.

While he's gotten very used to touching her like this, being touched himself is still somewhat of a novelty, and like before, he finds that he needs to keep each breath long and calm, his own pace slowing down to try and steady the rhythm of his own heart.

"I love the way you feel in my hand," she groans, while his touches manage to hit all the right spots. He knows her body so damn well.

"And in my mouth. I can't wait to learn what it's like to feel you inside me."

"God, Trish..."

Said in that usual soft tone of his, warm and heavy, his parted lips brushing over the skin of her chest as his touch between her legs slows down a little. He licks his lips and swallows dryly, taking a moment, as if preparing himself mentally to voice the thought running through his head.

"Now?"

Realistically he knows there's no rush, and it would probably do him good to take things slowly. But damn it, he's been taking things so slowly up until now, and he wants her so badly. The mere thought burns him up from the inside out.

It'll probably make a great big mess if they go for it in the bathtub, but really Trish couldn't care less.

"Yes."

If he wants her, he can have her. Any time, anywhere.

Practically reading his thoughts there - or he's reading hers. Still, his hand doesn't stop moving, instead two fingers pushing slowly into her.

"We're going to make a mess of the bathroom."

"Do you care?"

Her ability to care about anything except those fingers inside her has been completely disintegrated.

"God, no."

Well, he might care if he turns big and angry and breaks the tub into several pieces, but otherwise, not really going to worry if they spill half the bath water onto the floor.

"I just want to feel you."

"Good. Might be easier if you're on top."

In this particular space, that is. She doesn't mind giving just about anything a try though as long as the end result is his cock buried as deep inside her as it can gp.

"Right. I... how?"

Literally asking for guidance here. He barely has any recent experience when it comes to having sex in a bathtub, after all, so he really could use her telling him what to do. Besides... he also likes it when she does that.

It wasn't exactly yesterday that Trish did this either. Even in the earliest stages of their relationship she never had any interest in seeing anyone but Bruce.

That said, it's still a more recent thing for her than Bruce, that much she knows, and besides, she never minds taking control of the situation when it comes to sex.

"Turn on your side..."

With some wriggling and laughter they manage to shift so that Trish is the one with her back to the tub. She lifts one leg out of the water and lets it hang over the edge.

"Hold on to the egde behind me if you can."

She slides a hand down his chest and stomach until she can take hold of his cock again, breath hitching in anticipation.

"Tell me when you're ready."

He does appreciate being guided and told what to do in this instance, and he follows her instructions without a word, albeit a little awkwardly. She laughs, and he ends up snorting too, a big lopsided grin on his face even as he manages to get on his knees between her legs.

One hand grips the edge of the tub behind her as she asks, the other sliding up her torso, cupping her face, a soft gasp leaving him when she wraps her fingers around his cock again.

He leans in and presses his lips to hers. It's a slow and soft kiss, but he lingers for a few seconds, taking that time to steady his breathing and the beating of his heart. Finally, pulling away, he nods, forehead resting lightly against hers.

"I'm ready."

She guides his cock to her entrance, hoping that she will be wet enough for this in spite of the water washing some of it away. Then she wraps the leg not hanging over the tub's edge around him, whimpering a little as she feels the head of his cock slip between her folds.

"Fuck me, Bruce."

The thought crossed his mind briefly, and he hopes she is too, or things can get pretty uncomfortable. Not that it would be too great of a problem - they could just stop and move elsewhere, but it would be with no small amount of frustration, when they're both so ready and eager for this.

He lets out a stifled groan when the sensitive head of his cock presses against her pussy, his hand dropping from her face and holding onto her side instead. Her words don't help him much either, pleasure spreading on his insides, making him nearly shiver, mouth hanging open as he lets out another soft noise.

Still, he doesn't even dream to ask her not to say those things. Slowly he shifts his hips, rolling them towards her, little by little his cock sliding into her.

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