“Yes?” He says softly as his lips gently kiss every part of her neck.
“I want you …” It’s a plea, and she shoves her hands in his hair, pulling his head up and fastening her mouth to his. It’s a kiss with intent behind it, her tongue demanding entrance to his mouth.
He presses her closer to him, his body basically acting on its own, as he opens his mouth for her. As he does so, he slowly starts to explore every inch of her mouth, pressing her closer and closer as he does so.
She’s humming now with delight, arms entwining around his neck and molding her body to his. One knee, then the other comes up, until she’s straddling his lap, still pressing against him.
He moans softly as his hips move beneath her. Bruce then pulls her a bit closer as he starts to deepen their kiss.
She laughs, a throaty chuckle that turns into a moan as he draws her even closer. Drawing away tantalisingly slowly, she mouths along his cheekbone, whispering, “We can’t get much closer until you take some of that off, Bruce,” between kisses.
He nods and pushes his shirt the rest of the way off, then he reaches up and slowly traces her collarbone, sliding his finger along her shoulder. He then places his other hand gently on the shoulder and pushes the straps of her dress down her shoulders and her arms letting the dress settle around her waist. Bruce leans in and slowly places a trail of kisses from her neck all the way down her shoulder and across her collarbone.
“Tell me what you want,” she whispers, smoothing fingers into his hair. “What shall I be for you, Bruce?”