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.
“Just knowing that my partner was happy,” he whispers and kisses her neck lightly.
“So very noncommittal,” she teases. “You’ve no desires whatsoever, completely willing to sublimate your whole self to your partner? That’s unusual.” Raking her fingers through the hair on his chest, she adds lightly, “I. Don’t. Believe. You.”
“Not willing to believe I rather have my partner happy then myself?” He raises an eyebrow. “I think you should test your doubts,” he challenges.
She raises an eyebrow right back. “And how shall I do that? Shall I lie back and let you work your wiles on me, Dr Banner? Perhaps an experiment.” She smiles, slow and coy. “Five minutes to do anything you like to me, with me. Five minutes to please me.”
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.
“Just knowing that my partner was happy,” he whispers and kisses her neck lightly.
“So very noncommittal,” she teases. “You’ve no desires whatsoever, completely willing to sublimate your whole self to your partner? That’s unusual.” Raking her fingers through the hair on his chest, she adds lightly, “I. Don’t. Believe. You.”
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.
“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?”
“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.
“Well don’t I feel tall now.” He chuckles as he starts to kiss her neck lightly.
“Oh, you should.” Once again she throws her head back, exposing more of her neck for him. Her hands climb up, abandoning his shirt, to caress his collarbones and the lines of his neck.
He smiles against her neck as he slowly places soft kisses down her neck.
Gentle hands sweep the breadth of his shoulders, fingernails lightly scraping down the outside of his arms. She exhales softly, her body starting to go boneless in his hands. “Bruce …”
“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.
“Well don’t I feel tall now.” He chuckles as he starts to kiss her neck lightly.
“Oh, you should.” Once again she throws her head back, exposing more of her neck for him. Her hands climb up, abandoning his shirt, to caress his collarbones and the lines of his neck.
He smiles against her neck as he slowly places soft kisses down her neck.
Gentle hands sweep the breadth of his shoulders, fingernails lightly scraping down the outside of his arms. She exhales softly, her body starting to go boneless in his hands. “Bruce …”
“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.
“Tall?” he chuckles, “I never got that before.” he smiles and kisses her once more on her lips.
She pushes, this time, pushes him down to sit on the bed and worms her way inbetween his knees, deliberately taking his hands and putting them back on her hips before going back to his buttons with an intent expression. “I barely top five feet, darlin’.”
“Well don’t I feel tall now.” He chuckles as he starts to kiss her neck lightly.
“Oh, you should.” Once again she throws her head back, exposing more of her neck for him. Her hands climb up, abandoning his shirt, to caress his collarbones and the lines of his neck.
He smiles against her neck as he slowly places soft kisses down her neck.
Gentle hands sweep the breadth of his shoulders, fingernails lightly scraping down the outside of his arms. She exhales softly, her body starting to go boneless in his hands. “Bruce …”
She moans quietly. “Bruce, you’re going to drive me mad with your patience, aren’t you?” His hands at her hips let her free a hand for the buttons on his shirt, deftly working them loose.
“Sorry.” He whispers as he starts to kiss down her neck.
Her head falls back, eyes slipping closed. Her lips form the word “No,” but no sound comes out, only a long, pleased sigh.
He looks up at her, “Is everything all right?” He blinks then kisses her lips softly again.
She pulls away just enough to whisper, “Only that you’re going to put a crick in my neck, darlin’. I’m not made for tall people, unfortunately.”
“Tall?” he chuckles, “I never got that before.” he smiles and kisses her once more on her lips.
She pushes, this time, pushes him down to sit on the bed and worms her way inbetween his knees, deliberately taking his hands and putting them back on her hips before going back to his buttons with an intent expression. “I barely top five feet, darlin’.”
“Well don’t I feel tall now.” He chuckles as he starts to kiss her neck lightly.
“Oh, you should.” Once again she throws her head back, exposing more of her neck for him. Her hands climbs up, abandoning his shirt, to caress his collarbones and the lines of his neck.