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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.

She reaches down between her legs too, stroking his cock, getting her fingers all slick and wet so that she can rub her juices all over his shaft, holding it against herself as she rocks her hips a little, moaning from the sweet friction of her folds sliding over his cock.

"Fuck, I love having you there."

He moans too, eyes closing and head tipping as his hips roll towards her, feeling pleasure coil at the base of his spine. His skin itches and warms all over, the effort to keep himself under control coming much more easily now.

"Makes... two of us."

His voice practically trembles its way out of him, his fingers pinching her nipple as his other hand settles over hers, pressing the head of his cock against her, rubbing it over her clit every time her hips rock backwards.

She lets out a sharp cry of bliss when he pinches her nipple, her head thrown back and eyes closed.

"I'm not too... too...?"

She can't even find the right words anymore, her sentence petering out in a series of moans when his cock rubs against her clit and wipes her mind clear of most vocabulary.

What she is trying to ask, of course, is if she's being too eager, if it's too fast for him.

His hand tightens on her breast when she tips her head back, having it fall back on his shoulder.

"Too... what?"

He breaths deeply, his cock filling up with blood and hardening against her, stimulated by the way she's rubbing herself against him.

"It's fine... perfect. You're perfect."

Fast and eager, yes, but he loves it. Loves it far too much to want it to stop, or even ask her to slow down - and unless he feels danger coming on, he's not going to.

She covers his hand on her breast with her own, breathing fast and shallow, head swimming with the rush of not having to hold back anything at all.

"No. That's you."

He lets out a breathless laugh, a sound that turns to a choked groan, his fingers twining with hers as he keeps her hand where it rests over his.

"God, I want you."

His breath spreads on the skin of her neck, teeth sinking softly into the flesh.

The sensation of that gentle bite is heavenly, and she groans as she leans her head a little away from him in response to it, an invitation to do it again should he wish to.

"You have me."

He does it again, though his teeth never dig too deep or too hard into her skin. They're gentle and sweet more than anything - biting's never been his kind of thing anyway, but he loves the reaction he gets out of her for it.

"I want more."

Here and now, is what he means, to feel her slick and tight around him. It's what drives him to pull back a little more with the next thrust, the tip of his cock pressed against her open now, lingering there and hoping she'll meet him halfway.

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