The weight of his body pressed on top of hers, the velvet sensation of her fur upon his bare chest, the taste of her mouth lingering upon his and the goading sound of her voice, were all making it very difficult for Bruce to maintain concentration. There was nothing he wanted more than to let his passion run unbridled, and yet the consequences of that would be too terrible to consider.
Still, his pride could not let Greer's comment go unanswered.
Lifting himself off her, high enough to put a bit of space between them, Bruce needed to convey to Greer that he had to take it slowly, but in such a way as to not spoil the mood, yet also satisfy her.
"You're an impatient one," Bruce teased back. Straddling her hips, he gazed into her face, but his hands were busy, first to untie the knot of her shirt, then helping her to shrug it off. "What can I say? I like to take my time."
The light slip of a tank top was slowly pushed up and over Greer's head, ruffling her wild mane of hair, which spread out like a halo upon the mattress. Now that they were similarly exposed, Bruce stared greedily at her breasts and laid down once more, propping himself up with his left elbow so that his right hand could brush across a tantalizing nipple.
"What am I going to do with you?" he asked, impishly, then captured the nipple in his mouth, to suckle and tease.