She was moving quickly, already peeling away his shirt, but while Bruce wanted to warn her to slow the pace, he was too intoxicated by her kisses, her touch, to interrupt. There were meditation practices he learned during his seclusion in Nanda Parvat, which helped him stay focused. Yet there was a beast inside who wanted desperately to come out, who didn't give a damn about anything else except sating his increasing passion.
Her fingernail - claw - made him gasp, breaking their kiss momentarily. He sighed longingly and resumed, this time to graze his teeth across her neck and suck. Before, Brucee had been apprehensive about what it would be like to do this with Greer's fur, if it wouldn't be too strange, but now that she was cradled in his arms, he couldn't imagine why he'd thought that way. The palm of his hand stroked along her curves and rested upon her ass, pulling her closer and squeezing. He could feel her tail twitching in his lap, and it was such a turn-on: he always appreciated a beautiful woman's nice, firm ass.
"Do you want to transfer to someplace more comfortable?" he whispered his question. As much as it was nice having her sitting upon his lap, he couldn't help but think that a sofa or better yet, a bed, would be superior.