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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.

What he's doing is perfect, she doesn't want him to change a thing.

"Good."

Well, except maybe this small detail that he's not inside her yet, which is why she does more than meet him halfway. She presses herself against him, moaning loudly as the tip of his cock parts her folds, and she doesn't stop until he is buried all the way inside her, filling and stretching her.

His mouth hangs a little open, a choked drawn-out gasp spilled against her ear as she moves back against him and takes his cock inside her. She feels just as tight as before, a wonderful feeling that overwhelms him entirely, his arm curling around her middle and keeping her close and still as he takes a moment to get used to the sensations washing over him.

"We must look amazing right now."

The words are spoken without much thought, her brain to mouth filter shattered by the incredible feeling of his cock deep inside her, his body solid and warm behind her and his arms holding her.

He lets out a laugh, breathless and loud and heavy, his hands both sliding down her front, briefly curling around her inner thighs as he shifts his hips a little, gasping quietly at the feel of her tight around him when he moves.

"I'll bring a mirror along, next time."

"That's a good idea."

The thought of it makes her clench a little around his cock, her arousal climbing even higher. Seeing not only Bruce, but seeing how he makes her feel, how she completely loses all control with him... the thought is equal parts appealing and almost a little frightening.

His hands clutch tighter to her when she clenches around his cock, fingers digging into her flesh just a hint harder. His kiss to the shell of her ear is sweet and soft in contrast, and he pulls his hips back, sliding out of her just so, then pushing back in just as smoothly.

"Move..."

More of a plea than a request or a demand, a quiet mewl slipping past his lips.

It's not a command, but she obeys as if it had been because not moving when she feels his cock sliding in and out of her pussy is not an option.

She raises herself up when he pulls out, and pushes down when he slides back in, quiet moans slipping through her parted lips with every thrust.

A wave of pleasurable relief washes over him when she moves, slowly enough that he can feel every part of her slide along his shaft, the way she tightens and wraps herself around him just so. It also comes as a reminder that he needs to keep himself in check, his heart quickening just enough that he has to take a few deep, steadying breaths - even though he doesn't stop.

He doesn't pick up pace either. His cock slides in and out of her in that slow but steady manner, one that nearly drives him mad with how much faster he wants to go, how much harder he wants to thrust into her. But he also wants this to last, and more importantly, he wants to not have to stop before they both get their pleasure out of this.

It's a struggle to keep the pace slow, but Trish lets Bruce determine how fast they should go since he is the one with the ticking bomb in his chest.

Besides, it feels like heaven so she sure doesn't have any complaints.

"Oh, Bruce..."

His name leaves her sounding almost more like a groan than a word, and she guides one of his hands down to where their bodies are joined, pressing it against her aching clit.

He's honestly glad she doesn't push for him to pick up pace. He feels like he's just begun to explore another realm of possibilities as far as sex and intimacy goes, and while he does feel much safer about pursuing his own climax now, this is the rhythm that he knows he can handle, the pace that he feels safest keeping.

Besides, it brings the both of them immense pleasure, so he sees no reason to try for faster. If anything, the slowness almost seems to drive her even crazier.

He mewls softly when she groans out his name, his hand promptly sliding between her legs, fingers rubbing over her clit in light but insistent circles, while his other hand draws up her torso, squeezing one of her breasts.

The slowly building tension is absolutely maddening, and more and more loud moans spill from her lips because well... all that energy needs to go somewhere so currently a lot of it is ending up in her mouth.

Sweat is breaking out on her skin, and her movements are somewhat jerky and not entirely within her control anymore, the impulses created by his touch and the movement of his cock inside her too powerful to entirely master.

His fingers keep working her, the pace of his touch much quicker than the one of his hips, which he keeps somewhat in tandem with his breathing, trying his best to tame the beating of his heart. He lets out soft little hums, quiet sounds spilled into her hair that don't nearly match the loud moans his touches get from her.

The hand on her breast brushes over her nipple, then he moves it away, reaching behind her neck and brushing the strands of her hair over her other shoulder so he can suck and kiss along her neck, his hips and hand both not ever slowing down or losing their rhythm.

It's impressive really, how he can still manage to be so in control because Trish most certainly is not.

His lips on her neck are the last straw really, and she feels the tension break at last as her orgasm floods her senses with bliss.

"Oh fuck yes!"

She keeps the slower pace he has set, but she pushes down much more forcefully on his cock as she rides out her climax, wanting to feel him deep and hard.

"Harder, oh god, fuck me harder!"

He groans out louder when she comes, her muscles tensing tighter around him, but what truly pushes him much closer to his edge is what she says - what she asks him, or orders him to do, he can't even begin to figure out, or care for that matter.

Thoughtlessly, he just does as she asks, his hand fisting her hair as he lifts his weight a little more onto his knees, pushing her weight forward in the process as he thrusts harder into her, burying his cock deep inside her with each quicker roll of his hips.

The near lack of control is as new as before, as exciting and terrifying, making him feel like he's just unleashed the reins entirely, and leaving him all too aware of what might happen.

But God, he doesn't care. She's hot and wet and clenching around him, her body's tensing and arching, trembling through her orgasm even as he keeps pushing deep into her, fucking her through her climax and not stopping even then - not stopping until he reaches his own too, practically crying out as he comes inside her.

She goes down on all fours, head pulled back by his grip on her hair as she practically slams herself back against him while he keeps fucking her, the aftershocks of one orgasm bleeding into the quick and surprising build of another climax.

She comes again when he does, gasping for breath as she reaches down between her legs to wring out every second of pleasure that she can from it.

His mind goes blissfully blank, his body working of its own accord as he keeps pushing inside her, skin slapping against skin as he rides her through his orgasm, spilling his cum inside her, filling her up until some of it is sliding down her thighs. Tension practically leaves him all in one go afterwards, his breaths heavy and audible, both his hands resting on the rug to both sides of her head, his eyes focused on her back as he keeps his body above hers, not yet daring to move.

"God."

That's about all he can manage without struggling too much for air right now.

"Mhm."

Trish can't manage much by way of words either, her mind fuzzy with afterglow as she rolls to the side to give him an opportunity to lie down next to her rather than hover above her.

He promptly takes that opportunity, very unceremoniously dropping his weight on the floor next to her, letting out a groan when the side of his body hits against the hard surface, even if the landing is softened by the rug.

Still working on steadying his breath, he lifts one hand up, brushing stray strands of hair away from her face with a languid and very much smitten smile on his face.

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