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?”
Bruce pulls back and looks at her, “Yourself.” He nods then kisses her lips lightly.
“Gentle and simple. I like that.” She rocks a little, freeing one leg to wrap it around him. Her fingers slide out of his hair and down along his neck, shaping each muscle in his shoulderblades and back. Cool fingernails etch light patterns on his skin. “Do you even remember what you like, darling? What makes you excited?” she whispers in his ear, setting lips to the join of throat and chest.