A soft sigh escaped Bruce's lips, his hair falling in front of his eyes. He couldn't help the muscles in his body tensing now, his pants tightening uncomfortably. She was so close to him. He slowly ran his tongue over his bottom lip, noting that his vision was steadily becoming blurrier, cloudy, as if someone had drawn a sheer curtain across his eyelids. His head felt uneasy, unsteady and slowed in movement. The only comparison would be to the effects of a great deal of alcohol. He was drunk beneath her but responsive and wanting so much more.
"Yes." he replied simply, leaning his head close to hers and wanting so badly to kiss the nape of her neck. For now he sat there enjoying the heat of her body, closing his eyes and waiting for his mistress' next move.