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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."

Trish reaches out to turn off the water, not because she wants to leave but because she doesn't want to waste it and also it would very much kill the mood if they were to run out of hot water without warning.

She strokes his cock slowly with her hand, feeling her own slick juices coating it. Damn, she'd been wet.

"I think I lost my mind a little."

Honestly he wouldn't mind it if they ran out of hot water right now. He could probably use a cold shower anyway.

He hums deeply, eyes closing as his forehead rests against hers, and he licks his lips.

"Jesus, Trish. You should... should stop that."

Her hand stills, and reluctantly she lets go of his cock.

"I'm sorry."

Not as sorry as she perhaps should be, probably, but she does mean it.

"You feel so good, Bruce."

And she wants to feel his cock jerk in her hand, wants to feel his cum hit her skin. She wonders if she ever will. Can he orgasm without turning into the hulk? Would it be worth the risk to find out?

He smiles, cupping the side of her face with one hand.

"It's alright."

Leaning in, he plants a soft kiss to her lips, brushing his nose against hers.

"You do too. But I just-- need to be careful. We already did a lot today."

Whether or not he can orgasm, that's something he's not entirely sure of. But it's also something they can find out later, taking their time as they always have.

That makes her actually giggle, which is of course an extremely mature response.

"We did."

She's not really in a hurry here, she just wanted him to know how she feels.

"You just keep surprising me."

Well, they don't need to be mature adults all the time. Besides, her giggling is really cute.

"I'm glad to know that. And I'll try to keep doing so. You seem to enjoy my surprises."

This sort of surprises, at least. Which, right now, are just the kind he wants to indulge in.

"That is probably the understatement of the century."

She kisses him, fingers sifting through his hair.

"It makes me feel very loved."

That he is willing to explore with her, that he trusts her enough to push his limits from time to time.

"Good. That's the whole point."

Well, and to give her pleasure, make her feel good. But all that comes in the same package in the end.

"We should probably get out of the shower, if we're done."

Never mind that he's enjoying her fingers in his hair a little too much to want to move.

"I'll get out, you might want to rince yourself off a bit before you do, you're pretty covered in... well, me."

Said with a meaningful glance down at his cock, one that she almost regretted because damn, she still just wanted to get on her knees and taste it.

Instead of mentioning that, however, she just got out and washed her hands by the sink, using some toilet paper to wipe her inner thighs. The man sure knew how to get her very excited.

He lets out a soft chuckle, dropping his head a little and nodding as she steps out of the shower.

"Right."

This time he goes for a more tepid shower, though, to help him cool down a little, rinsing off all the mess and remnants of her fluids, then standing under the spray for a while until he can feel his arousal wane. He's still half-hard by the time he steps out of the shower, but it'll have to do, and at least now it's not quite so obvious.

He reaches for a towel and starts wiping himself off, wrapping it around his waist so he can step out of the bathroom to get dressed.

When he goes out he will find Trish making herself comfortable on his mattress and wearing one of his t-shirts and a pair of his underwear, because she knows he enjoys when she wears his clothes.

"Don't feel like you need to cover up on my account."

Said jokingly as she leans on her elbows, watching him appreciatively.

He gives her a flat stare at that, along with an amused little smile, and just for her viewing pleasure, he tugs off the towel and throws it in her general direction.

"I know I don't. But it might be a little tricky to make those scrambled eggs in the nude."

As he goes find himself a pair of boxers and a t-shirt of his own, he does so slowly, knowing very well she's watching him all the while. Probably not a great idea to be doing that when he's still aroused but he'll cope.

You just gotta love a man who is willing to put on a little bit of a show for his lady.

It feels almost surreal that they are back to this so quickly, the friendly teasing, the sexual intimacy... but then again much of that had slid into place rather quickly from the very start. It was as if they sort of already knew the basics of being together before they even met, which is a ridiculous and overly romantic notion but Trish is going to allow herself that thought anyway.

"True, but you'd look great trying."

It's strange, definitely, considering how their initial meeting here went, but Bruce isn't about to complain. For the first time in months he feels more like himself again, and not just that-- he feels like there is a purpose to his life, when before he was just roaming aimlessly. More importantly, he feels genuinely happy. That's not something he'd imagined would happen again, not so easily at least.

He puts on his boxers, then shrugs on his t-shirt, making his way over to the bed and sitting on the edge of the mattress next to her.

"And as long as I look great, it doesn't matter that I burn myself with sprinkles of hot grease?"

"Mmm, fried Bruce."

She grins, sitting up to wrap her arms around him and nip a little at his earlope with her teeth.

"Yummy."

He chuckles, his hands resting on her sides and his head tipping a little, even as he closes his eyes and enjoys feeling her teeth on his ear.

"Very amusing, Miss Walker."

"I know, I'm hilarious. Should've been a standup comedian."

She leaves his ear alone after her first little bite, only because he just got his arousal situation somewhat under control and she doesn't want to be horrible to him. She does keep her arms around him, which isn't the best way to get scrambled eggs but she doesn't care.

Edited 2016-01-27 11:03 (UTC)

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