Bruce smirked as his hands roamed around her backside. "Among other things that are mine..." he said, his smirk widening a bit as he gave her bottom a bit of a squeeze. She pulled the blanket over them, causing the candle-light to flicker. The temperature seemed to be rising by the second and Bruce moved his hips against her strokes. His breathing was heavy. Sweat began to accumulate from to top of his brow.
Yet, as she spoke once more, whispering in his ear, a shiver ran up his spine. He inhaled shakily, closing his eyes as he imagined her in his bed all alone at Wayne manor, wearing nothing but a back corset and fishnet thigh-thighs as she pleasured herself, screaming his name into the darkness.
Bruce bit his bottom lip-hard and groaned. His erection was as stiff as a metal pole, twitching, throbbing, pulsating, just begging to be inside her. He lifted his shirt over his head and tossed it aside, then turned to Zatanna and gently helped her out of her tail-coat. Her stockings on the other hand, he had no patients for those, he leaned forward, pulled her onto his lap with his strong hands and ripped them forcefully, pressing his lips against her and moaning.
"God I've missed you... Zanna you drive me crazy, you know that?" he asked as his fingers quickly worked to undo her corset, his dark eyes pouring straight into her cool blue irises.