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"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.

She laughs a little at his poor planning there, biting her lip as she smiles back at him. Damn this man is great in bed. Or the shower, or on the floor. He's great anywhere.

"I love you."

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At least the fall wasn't from too high, and with the mix of chemicals still traveling across his body, he doesn't even feel any ache or discomfort. If he had, he would've easily forgotten all about it when she speaks up.

"I know."

Yes, he's pulling a Han Solo there, so sue him.

"That was... wonderful."

Hand rounding her shoulder and sliding down her back, he shifts a little closer to her.

He just gave her two amazing orgasms, she'll allow him a Han Solo.

"The hair pulling was a nice touch."

Yes, she's teasing him a little but she does mean it. She liked it.

She wriggles a little close to him too so that she can give him a soft little kiss.

"You're amazing."

He almost says 'sorry' there, going so far as opening his mouth before he thinks better of it. Instead, he asks, after returning that soft kiss of hers.

"You didn't mind? I got a little carried away there. I didn't mean to... you know."

Hurt her, actually. Not that she seemed to be in any pain back then - far from it, even -, but still.

"If I minded I would've told you so."

He didn't even come close to hurting her.

"I like when you get carried away."

"Alright."

He figured she would, but still - no harm in making sure. Smiling, he lets his hand rest at the small of her back, thumb brushing lightly over her skin.

"It's all very new to me. This whole 'getting carried away' thing."

"I love that you ask."

She wants to make sure that he knows how much she values the fact that he communicates. That he lets her know what he wants and asks what she wants.

"And all things considered I think you are handling things incredibly well. But that might just be my multiple orgasms talking."

Things are already complicated enough as it is - or they used to be, anyway. Lack of communication isn't something they need, and it definitely isn't something they want. Especially now, after everything they've both been through.

Besides, he wants her to feel good, and for that reason he wants to hearing about every little thing he does that she loves, and what has the best potential to drive her crazy, just like he needs to know which things she wouldn't want him to do.

"I wasn't even trying for that, actually. But that was... hot. Incredibly hot."

"I definitely thought so."

Said with a wide, saucy grin.

"Feeling you pound into me like that was pretty incredible."

He smiles, entirely unable to keep the bashfulness that takes over his features, his eyelids dropping a little.

"Well, you-- asked me to. Very eloquently, too."

At this point he might just blush. Which is a stupid thing, considering what they've just done, but there you have it.

It would be a lie to say that she wasn't sort of going for that bashful look there. She chuckles quietly and gives one of his blushing cheeks a kiss

"Felt more like begging on my end."

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