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His lips stretch into a wider smile as she lists out all the things she would, does and will say yes to. His fingers curl a little, pressing lightly into the skin at the small of her back, his own head tipping so that his mouth ghosts her ear.

"I'll say yes to all that too."

The sound of Bruce's voice is her favourite in all the world, and when it's so close to her ear it makes her toes curl, and his warm breath against her ear makes her shiver with pleasure.

"Good."

His lips press to the shell of her ear in a soft kiss, then part so he can lightly nibble on it. He tugs her closer too, sighing softly as their naked bodies press flush against each other.

"You know another great thing in this place... Is that there's a wonderful fluffy rug right in front of the couch."

Yep, that sure was a quiet little moan coming from her just now. Bruce talking about sex will probably remain one of her greatest weaknesses for the rest of time.

"I think I need to inspect that rug."

He can't help a small smile, all too pleased with that quiet moan she lets out.

"I think we both need to inspect that rug."

With that, he slowly guides her towards it, his hands still keeping her somewhat close as he glances over her shoulder and makes sure they don't bump into anything on the way.

She lets him guide her until she feels the soft rug under her feet, at which point she promptly sits down and then lays back, stretching out on it to fully enjoy the softness touching her skin.

"I think this place was designed to be a sex cabin."

Sure there might be other reasons why one might want a sinfully soft rug in front of the fireplace, but she is ignoring them.

His hands move from her sides to her arms, reaching down to her hands to offer some support as she sits down on the floor. He can't help staring in stunned silence as she lies across the rug, her naked body in full display for him alone practically taking his breath away.

"As long as it's just our sex cabin."

Slowly, he kneels down between her legs, his hands settling on her thighs. His smile is warm, soft, and he licks his lips as his gaze moves up her body and to her face.

"You're beautiful."

It takes her breath away a little, the way he looks at her, the wounds from their separation still fresh enough under the layers of happiness to cause an ache when she is reminded of how much she missed his love, and how overjoyed she is to have it back.

"Thank you."

She smiles at him, eyes full of unrestrained adoration.

His smile curves further into something more amused, as he crawls up along her body, hands moving on the rug on both her sides and propping his weight up. Eventually he's close enough to lean down and press a soft kiss to her cheek, his mouth planting little pecks to her ear, and down her neck.

"Oh, you're beautiful too, Bruce. Beautiful and handsome. Why, thank you Trish. You're too nice to me. Not at all, I say it because I love you."

He's obviously mocking there, his tone a very poor imitation of a more feminine voice - presumably Trish's.

Trish laughs, hands sliding up and down his sides while she turns her head, welcoming his kisses.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realise you were fishing for compliments."

"You know me, I'm always fishing for compliments."

Said again with a chuckle to his voice, loving the way her laugh sounds. That's really the only reason why he said something so silly to begin with, just to hear her laugh.

His lips move down her neck, back up to nip behind her earlobe, one hand brushing down her side in a light touch, barely there, as he plants a trail of kisses down and along her collarbone.

She lets out a somewhat shaky little sigh, all his light touches making her hyper aware of her own skin, her focus narrowing down to just that, his skin against hers, his lips, trying to catch every nuance of it.

"Good point. I should have kept that in mind."

His only answer to that is a soft hum, and a nod that has the still somewhat wet curls of his hair brushing along her skin. All the while he continues to explore her skin, in the same slow, gentle and almost reverent way as if he were doing it for the first time.

Traveling across her chest, his lips trail right between her breasts, stopping to leave a more lingering kiss every once or twice. His head tips as his mouth moves along the edge of her ribs and to her side, lips parting a little wider so his teeth dig very lightly into the curve of her waist.

One hand comes to rest on the back of his head, fingers sliding through his hair, sometimes gently tugging at it, her body arching up a little to urge him on when she feels the soft pressure of his teeth.

His lips travel farther down to her hipbone, sucking and nipping at the skin, his hand sliding down the front of her thigh, thumb slowly tracing between her legs. "Can you..." he trails off, his words quiet and almost hesitant as he glances up at her. "Turn around?"

Ever a surprise, this man. She raises her eyebrows in mild surprise at first, but then promptly does as he asks, turning around to lie on her stomach before propping herself up on her knees, head resting on her folded arms.

For some reason putting herself on display for him like this, ass in the air and her wet pussy clearly visible between her legs while she can't see his reaction at all makes little butterflies flutter around in the of her stomach. It's not exactly nerves, but it is anticipation. A slightly different kind from if she could see him.

Well, he wasn't exactly thinking on having her propped up on her knees, actually, but he's not about to complain either. Leaning back just enough himself, his hand pulls away, settling on the curve of her ass once she's turned herself around.

His lips press to the small of her back, lingering there for a while, his eyes closed as he slowly moves up along her spine, fully intent on kissing every single inch of her while they're here.

She took his idea and ran with it. She sits back on her heels when he starts pressing kisses along her spine, curving her back up a little against him with a happy hum.

She wants him to kiss every inch of her, she wants his mouth absolutely everywhere, and she couldn't be happier that he seems to be after the same goal.

He kisses her along her spine, over her ribs, the edge of her shoulder blades, slow but surely peppering her entire back with attentions. There's a slow kind of wonder and reverence to each touch, even to the way his hand rounds her hip and slides across her navel, and the farther up her back he moves, the nearer to her he shifts himself, feeling the warmth of their bodies closer to each other again.

It's so incredibly lovely, being curled up underneath him this way, completely wrapped up in his love and attention.

"Now I know how goddesses feel."

"As you should. You are my goddess."

And he worships her like he has no other, her body the very altar in front of which he will prostrate himself time and again. Though right now, his veneration is far more tangible, a touch slow but constant and lingering, his chest pressing against her back and his hips shifting to meet hers, as his hand slips between her legs and seeks the wet warmth of her sex.

She spreads her legs a little, her position a very mild form of restraint leaving her with a rather limited range of motion.

She stretches her arms out in front of her with a moan, clawing a little at the rug when his hand slides between her legs.

"God, yes."

She laughs a little, seeing the amusement value in her phrasing, but it's a shaky sound, filled with more need than mirth.

His fingers curl against her, pads pressing past her folds and drawing along her slit, a soft gasp leaving him too when she stretches out beneath him.

"I love how you feel... always."

How every single time he touches her, she's already so welcoming and ready for his touch, her juices coating his fingers as he rubs them slowly against her. His own arousal builds but it's much slower to show, though his cock is already brushing up against the back of her thighs, making him sigh whenever his hips press closer to her.

She pushes back against his touch, gasping with want, greedy for more. She can be ever so patient and slow when her goal is to drive Bruce crazy with desire, but when she's the one in that position all patience goes out the window and she just craves more and more and more.

"I love it too."

That her body's response lines up so perfectly with how quickly he can make her want him.

He shifts so most of his weight is on his knees, and he can free up his other hand to touch her too. Immediately it slides up her front, cupping one of her breasts as he tugs her back, wanting to keep her pressed against him.

It's fine that she gets impatient, he loves giving her that pleasure. But he also wants to share in that pleasure, especially now that he can - he wants to feel her again, to have her writhe and moan in pleasure as he pushes his cock into her.

The very thought has him getting just a hint harder, and he shivers, his hand between her legs drawing away just long enough to dip lower and take hold of his cock, pressing it along her slit.

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