Letting out a long, drawn out, deep moan that sounded somewhat like a sigh of frustration, Bruce whimpered as she slid herself on top of him. He trembled all over, his breathing labored and sounding pained when she spoke her last few spells. A pressure formed at the head of his cock, as if a magical cork had been placed inside to prevent him from release. It sent a jolt of pain shivering up his spine and he clenched his teeth and jaw, sucking in a sharp breath of air and moaning loudly as her fishnets brushed against him. His eyes bore into hers as he felt his erection harder than ever before in his hands, swelling and throbbing, wanting so badly to reach out and run his hands along those gorgeous legs, his lips across her chest. Instead he was forced to sit back and watch her every painstakingly slow and deliberate movement, the roundness of her breasts, perkiness, the black satin fabric of her underwear which he wished so desperately to invade with his fingers and feel the moist wetness that was now hovering above his lap.
"Please..." he begged. "Zatanna... let go..." he groaned, leaning in to her neck and brushing his lips against her skin. He shook, dripping with perspiration, continuing his fight. But she was relentless and he imagined it was indeed unfair that he'd hurt her. It had never been his intention. Though his head became light and he suddenly felt incredibly loose of tongue- as if he had a few too many drinks.
"I came to see you, Zana... I never chose anyone over you." he admitted, whispering in response to her demand. "I never will. No one makes me as hard as you do ...but that's not why I came."