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He lets out a giddy sound that makes him feel just a bit ridiculous, tensing slightly and pressing even closer to her.

"Classy."

Not that he can talk much, since he gives her ass a firm grope too, then slides his hands farther down until his fingers slip lightly between her thighs.

Well, he does have his moments of being very silly. It's part of why she loves him so much.

"Look who's talking."

Said as she lightly hooks a leg around his, affectionately rubbing it a little up and down.

"It seemed right to level the playing field a little."

Even if she seems to be intent on staying one step ahead of him, but he hardly minds that. His fingers brush down her inner thighs, then back up, his head tipping and his lips brushing along her jaw and down her neck.

Okay now he is definitely the one getting ahead, but she is not going to complain even a little bit.

She leans her head back, offering up her throat, her hips shifting to meet his hands.

"Seems to me like you're doing a bit more than that."

"I'm making up for lost time."

He murmurs that softly against her throat, lips parting to nip lightly at her skin. One of his hands slides up again, rounding her waist and trailing up her side, spreading suds all the way up to her armpit.

"Turn around for me?"

The eyebrow she raises at him probably makes it very clear what sort of mental imagery that request conjures up, but she does as he asks, obediently turning around.

"It'd be my pleasure."

Well, that mental image she's getting is probably the exact same one stuck to his head right now, and the reason why he asked her to turn around to begin with. His hands leave her as she does as he asks, settling on her shoulders once her back is to him, stepping closer until their bodies are pressed close to each other.

His palms slide along her collarbones, arms rounding her, his head canting so he can go back to kissing and nipping down the curve of her neck.

She reaches back to bury her fingers in his hair, invitingly stretching her body out, exposing herself to him as she presses her ass back against him, head tilting to the side to give him better access to her neck.

He lets out a soft gasp when she presses back right against his groin, but this time he doesn't pull away, instead just steadying his breath a little before he goes on. His hands slide down, fingers tracing between her breasts before he brushes one of his palms over her nipple, then cups the flesh.

She moans softly, surprised but ever so pleased that he stays where he is, squirming a little against him and pressing her thighs together because damn it feels good to be touched again.

Her nipple hardens almost instantly under his hand, her fingers curling tighter in his hair.

He's fairly confident he can stay where he is until they're done with the shower, even as he starts feeling a little aroused. They've managed to do quite a few things before, playing with his limitations and finding just how far they can push them, and while he knows that not having seen her in so long might affect all this, he still likes his odds.

Or at least, he likes them enough to give it a try.

He hisses when her fingers tighten in his hair, his hand squeezing her breast while the other slides down to her stomach, pulling her back as his hips press up against her, the beginnings of an arousal brushing against the back of her thighs.

It is one of her favourite things, it must be said, when she actually gets to feel his cock get hard against her skin, and it makes her let out a quiet little moan.

"I like this."

They should just take all showers together from now on.

While one hand plays with her breast, fingers lightly pinching her nipple, the other at least spreads some of the suds across her front, though he does it slowly, wanting to touch her more than anything else.

"We should do it more often."

They should've done it before already, even, but he's not particularly heartbroken that they didn't. He's just happy to get that opportunity now.

She gasps, pleasure mixing with just a tiny bit of pain as she whimpers quietly, quickly becoming very aroused by his loving attention.

She feels that no one in their right mind would blame her.

"I agree."

He certainly doesn't, nor does he mind it in the least. He loves how clearly her arousal comes across in her voice and the sounds she lets out, just as much as in the way her body responds to his touches.

His hand slides farther down her stomach, fingers brushing across her navel and drawing lines along her leg, tracing lightly between her thighs.

"Spread your legs a little."

Well, damn.

While Trish is more than a little bit of a controlling nature, Bruce giving instructions in his quiet, polite voice?

Still one hell of a turn-on.

And of course she is only too happy to do as he says, widening her stance a little, eagerly anticipating what he'll do next.

It came out more as a request than an instruction or order, really, even if his low and heavy voice might have given a different tone to it. Either way, he feels a heady rush when she complies, having to take a few deep breaths to calm himself down before he does anything else.

Then he moves again, bending his knees just a little until his cock slips between her thighs, all his motions very slow and careful, not wanting to push things farther than he can handle. His hand curls on the inside of her thigh too, a mix of a sigh and a groan leaving him when his hard length brushes up against the warm spot between her legs.

She wouldn't mind him telling her what to do some more every now and then. Apparently he knows just the way to do it to turn her knees into jelly.

And then, then she feels his cock sliding against her, and it makes her shiver all over because it is so good</>.

"Oh my god..."

His own body shivers a little too, his eyes closing as his mouth presses against the shell of her ear, his fingers curling and digging hard into her skin. He parts his lips but at first all that comes out is a quiet, breathless mewl, all the while struggling not to move his hips, even though he desperately wants to.

"You feel so... so wonderful..."

He only wishes he could do more. But he's too scared to try.

She drops her hands to put them on top of his, not to direct them anywhere but just to touch him, almost reassuringly so. She wants to move too, wants to rub herself against that hot cock that she has been wanting between her legs for a pretty long time at this point.

"So do you."

She'd like to be smoother but really, what else can she say?

Bruce has gotten used to denying himself a lot of things over the years, but never has he felt frustration this acutely before, so strong that it nearly makes his insides twist and ache with how much he wants her right now, how bad he wants to feel her. It's wonderful, yes, but he also knows that he doesn't yet have the control needed to find any sort of release.

One day, he hopes, that'll be different. As slow as they might need to go, he is genuinely trying to build up to more, but he knows that until then, every new step that they take will be a step towards the unknown, and a huge risk too, no matter how careful they are.

Her hands don't direct his anywhere, but they do relax him a little, and his own hand on her thigh moves again, brushing briefly against the tip of his cock before he's pressing his fingers between her legs.

She treasures every step that he dares to take, even more so because she never expected them to be taken at all. She adores him for trying, and she does believe that he is capable of more than he thinks.

There is no end to her admiration of his ability to keep himself under control, in truth, but her own personal quest is to make him see that being in control does not mean he has to deny himself the right to be happy.

When his fingers slide into her she is already so wet, the temptation of his cock brushing against her enough to make her beyond needy.

"Bruce."

She says his name quietly, caressing it with her voice as she leans back against him, giving herself over to pleasure, and to him.

It doesn't surprise him to find her this wet already, but it still excites him beyond words, another soft gasp leaving him as his fingers delve past the folds and press against the warm, pliant flesh. Motions come all too easily when she's so slick, two digits sliding past her open, his hand on her breast squeezing a little tighter.

His hips shift too, just a minute motion, barely an inch but enough to offer a semblance of relief and pleasure as his hard cock rubs between her inner thighs.

With a groan she moves her hands to brace herself against the shower wall, palms itching to feel the smooth surface of his cock slide against them. Fuck, whe wants to touch him.

"I have never wanted to suck a cock more in my life."

She presses her thighs together just a little, squeezing around both his hand and his cock.

The response he gets doesn't do wonders to his self-control, admittedly, but he enjoys it too much to even think about complaining. His lips part in a gasp when she talks first, then outright moans when her thighs tense and squeeze around his cock and fingers, his hips rolling towards her again.

"Trish-- Shit," he mewls out her name, a pleading sound spilling from his lips, his fingers pushing deeper into her as the base of his thumb shifts around just enough to rub against her clit. His other hand braces against the wall too, resting right next to hers, his thumb hooking over her pinky finger.

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