Watching her with his mouth open wide, gasping as she seemed send wave upon wave of jolting pleasure up and down his body, Bruce ran his fingers through her hair. When she laid back he leaned toward her with his eyes on her lips, yearning to taste the mingling of their love before she swallowed, how sexy, positively raunchy and wild she looked with his white liquid on her tongue- he wanted her to slather it along his own, make him just as dirty. But before he could lean forward she closed her mouth, denying him the pleasure and he was left their alone to lick his lips longingly, still somehow unbelievably hot for her. Perhaps the hours worth of teasing did something to him, or maybe she'd just been working her magic. All he knew was he didn't really care, he needed more.
Sitting up against the couch, Bruce pulled Zatanna into his lap and held her firmly by the hips. His erection still as solid as ever, he teased the tip of her pussy lips with his tip, rubbing them up and down, moving her hips with his strong hands and grinding his own against her. He stared up at her and softly took her bottom lip between his teeth, groaning, nibbling on her neck and leaving hickies behind.