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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.

She is caught between impulses, wanting to press back against his hips and push forward toward his hand, wanting to spread her legs further to open herself up to his touches more and wanting to squeeze around that cock again.

The sound she makes is some sort of mix between a moan and a sob, so desperately turned on is she.

"I know, I know."

She rocks against his hand, pussy clenching around his fingers as she imagines his cock sliding into her, filling her up.

"Fuck."

His fingers curl and tense inside her when she clenches around them, stilling them for a moment as he relishes in the feeling of her warmth surrounding him, making him feel both so light and so anchored to reality. He knows he's pushing at his limits again, which is particularly a risk considering how long it's been since they've been together like this, but even as he feels the blood pulsing faster through his veins, he can't quite part with the way her body feels warm and tight, close and pressed up against him.

He parts his lips, teeth dragging lightly across the shell of her ear, his fingers picking up pace again, pulling out of her so that his fingertips slide up to her clit, teasing it in calm, insistent circles.

She is quite sure that in that moment she goes ever so slightly mad, pleasure tingling down her spine, curling tightly in her groin as she rolls her hips against his hand, begging for something though she isn't sure what.

She spreads her legs further, unthinkingly rubbing her practically dripping slit over the shaft of his cock, moaning loudly enough that the neighbors are now probably very well aware of the fact that Bruce is making someone very happy in his bathroom right about now.

He can't bring himself to stop her, even if for safety's sake he probably should. His eyes shut tightly as he feels her wet slit rubbing along his length, and thoughtlessly his hand reaches for the tip of his erection, pressing it against her and rubbing it over her clit, replacing the touch of his fingertips.

The sensation is more than he could have ever dreamt or imagined, making his heart race a little faster, forcing him to actually focus on how fast it is going, and if it's more than he can handle. And yet, he doesn't pull away, instead moving his hips slowly so the head of his cock rubs insistently against the sensitive knot of nerves, the rest of his length pressing up against her slit in the process.

Some small part of her is also wondering if he should be doing this, if it is too dangerous, but most of her brain has turned rational thinking off completely and all she can really think is yes when the head of his cock rubs against her, the rest of it hard and smooth against her aching cunt, sliding deliciously over the swollen flesh.

She can't even think about how deeply unfair the situation is, because there is no room in her mind for anything beyond how much she wants his cock.

"Oh my god, please don't stop, please... fuck, I love your cock."

Right now he can't find anything all that unfair with the situation, considering how wonderful she feels against him, wet and slick as his cock slides smoothly along her pussy. A little shift and nudge and he could actually slide into her, and that thought alone is enough to nearly drive him crazy, feeling his own arousal build higher.

He opens his mouth to try and say something, but what comes out instead is a loud, strangled groan, his fingers on the wall curling tightly until his knuckles turn white. Still, he does as she asks, as she begs of him, and keeps going, his hips now moving in a very distinct way as he keeps stroking along her slit with his cock, his hand pressing it hard against her.

She is thinking the same thing, how easy it would be for him to slip inside her now, how close he is to doing so, and she moves with him, pushing back against each of his thrusts, back arched and breathing hard, getting closer and closer to the edge until suddenly she is there, the movements of her hips turning jerky and erratic until finally she just pushes hard against his hand, wailing as she finds her release.

The temptation is very much there, tangible with each thrust that has him feeling her open clenching as pleasure coils in her. Still, he doesn't give into it, knowing already that this much is a big step, and instead focuses on driving her towards the edge, rubbing his cock harder and faster against her clit once she cries out her climax. His other hand curls around her middle, keeping her close, eventually slowing down and letting go of his cock, still very much hard and tucked between her thighs, the smallest bead of precome spilling from the tip.

She leans hard against her hands, shivering a little as she comes down from her orgasm, turning around to face him once she trusts her knees to actually carry her, wrapping one arm around his shoulders, her other hand gently taking hold of his cock as she leans in to kiss him.

"I can't believe you did that."

He makes sure to keep himself ready to catch her if she loses her balance as she turns around, his arms settling around her sides once she's facing him. At first he actually starts returning the kiss, but then he breaks it to let out a soft choked moan, his hands curling tight and digging into her flesh when she wraps her fingers around his cock.

"Yes, I... got a little inspired there."

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