Bruce's hands slid up the planes of her abdomen to her breasts, watching the column of her throat as her head tipped back. She was breathing his name, and the sound of it made him moan. Wrapping his arms around her when she lowered herself against him, he stroked her hair, closing his eyes as her mouth made its way up along his jaw.
Feeling her trying to move him, Bruce took her mouth, moaning once again against her lips as he rolled her onto her back. He didn't move for a moment as he pulled away, drawing a shaky breath at the change in angle. His forehead pressed against hers and he shifted to brace his arms beside her head.
Finally, he opened his eyes to see hers, making sure she was alright before he gave in and allowed himself to move again with slow but firm strokes, never breaking eye contact. "Selina," he breathed.