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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.

Yes, it wouldn't be a big deal but damn, she needs him right now.

She keeps her eyes fixed on his face, committing the way he looks to memory because she wants this moment to stay with her forever.

It's not as effortless as it would have been out of water (considering how wet he makes her every time) but it's enough. More than enough, it feels amazing,

Amazing doesn't even begin to cover it. Bruce feels like he's burning up on the inside, throat and heart and everything twisting and pulsing faster the deeper he pushes into her. She feels so tight, wonderfully so, yet at the same time it envelops him completely, a heat that swallows him whole, both blurs and overwhelms his senses, everything coming to him all at once.

Once he's pushed nearly all the way in, he stops, knuckles of the hand holding onto the edge of the tub turning nearly white. One long breath, audible and shaky, his exhale comes out more like a groan than anything.

"Shit."

But yes, he's still there. It's just going to take him a moment.

Trish tries to breathe calmly and stay still for him, but it is so difficult when she can feel his cock throbbing inside her, when her entire body is screaming at her to move just a little so that he can slide that last little way in so that he is as deep inside her as he can go.

She can't control the way her pussy clenches around him, begging him to please continue.

Her hands slide over his back soothingly, and she keeps her eyes on his face. They are wide and dark with desire, her mouth hanging open as if she is about to speak, but she probably couldn't produce words right now even if she tried.

It doesn't really help, the way she clenches around him, but he can't really fault her for it. Eventually, though, he gets a little more used to it, at least comfortable enough to shift his hips again, moving closer to her as he pushes the rest of the way into her.

His arm rounds her torso properly, clinging to her and propping her weight up just so. The movements have his cock shifting inside her and he moans breathlessly, his body shivering slightly as he manages some semblance of a thrust when he moves around like that.

She wraps her arms tightly around him, hiding her face against his neck and letting out a shaky moan, hoping to high heaven that this won't be too much for him because if he has to pull away now the frustration will be agony.

For now, he's managing. That blowjob at least helped him ease into all this, so he's a little more confident now, but he's still taking things very slowly here. Even as he starts moving, each thrust is long and slow, almost painfully so, but it's a calm pace that helps him keep the pace of his own heart in check too.

He tips his head, buries his nose in her hair, breathing out soft little sounds against her ear whenever he pushes back into her.

It is a sweet kind of torture, but she doesn't mind because taking it slow makes her feel every inch of him so acutely, and she wants that right now.

"You feel so much better than I imagined."

He really can't tell right now if it's better or worse, to do things this slowly instead of at a quicker pace. He can feel so much of her, and she seems to tighten around him in pleasure even more when his cock slides smoothly in and out of her, not stopping but not moving any faster either.

He feels his insides twist with every clench of her muscles, each trembling of her body. His exhales come in gasps and moans, eyes shutting as if that helps him keep his focus. It doesn't.

"So do you... God, Trish, I-- I can't..."

"It's okay."

Whatever he's trying to tell her, be it that he has to stop or that he is about to come or anythig else, she needs him to know that it's all okay.

"You're okay, I've got you."

Reassuring words spilling from her like groans, her voice twisted by desire.

He doesn't even know what he's telling her himself, honestly, but her words are reassuring nonetheless. He lets out a soft, drawn-out whine, turning his head to the side a little to press his lips briefly against her.

One motion of his hips turns into a sharper thrust, tentative, a louder moan leaving him as he buries himself deep and quick inside her. There's a spike to his heart rate but nothing that scares him too much, and he repeats the motion, once, twice, his arm curling tighter around her, pleasure coiling quickly at the core of him.

Those sharper thrusts are intensely pleasurable, and draw some rather loud moans from her as she reaches between their bodies to touch herself, panting heavily as she rubs her clit in quick little circles, hips jerking against him in a rather uncoordinated fashion, a reflex that she is too wrapped up in pleasure to even try to control.

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