The Ties That Bind Us

CHAPTER 23: Beginning

Warning: EXPLICIT CONTENT [+18]

NOTES:

Hi, everyone! This is our last chapter before the Epilogue. Thank you so much for reading and following this story with me!
So, since it's almost the end, this chapter has lots of smut (warning!!!) and fluff. Enjoy!

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The hired driver dropped them off at the house entrance gate and Bruce picked up their bags from the trunk. It was the middle of the day, but the clouds covered the sky almost completely, making it look like an early winter morning.

"Thanks, handsome, but I think I can carry my own stuff," Selina smirked.

"I know, so?"

She chuckled and went ahead, opening the doors for him. They entered the house and walked up the stairs, heading to their room, when Selina suddenly stopped midway on the corridor, forcing him to do the same. She turned on her feet and touched his hands, brushing his tensed finger knuckles from the weight of the bags.

"Bruce..."

"What's up?", he asked, confused by her sudden interruption.

"I know we're drained and exhausted and jet-lagged... but I kinda need you right now."

He was promptly about to reach out to her, thinking she needed comfort or some sort of consolation, when she took his lips onto hers eagerly. It took him a second to catch up and understand what she meant, but his body lit up instantly as soon as he did, and he dropped their bags on the ground.

His arms wrapped around her waist urgently, pulling her body against his as she dug her fingers in his hair. His hands slipped down to her ass for a while, then dropped to her legs, grappling them and lifting her up so she could tangle them around him. He clamped her thighs pressing her tightly against him, making the skirt of her dress ride up to bare the tops of her pantyhose.

"God, I miss you so much," she mumbled in between kisses.

He groaned in agreement and began treading hurriedly towards the bedroom. She balanced her weight against him to take her coat and scarf off—there was too much fabric between them, and it was driving her crazy. She needed to feel his warmth and skin and the sensation of their sweats mixing together.

They reached the end of the bed and he put her down so he could take his own clothes and shoes off and help her get rid of hers. He tried being gentle at first, but only her dress survived his urgency—her pantyhose had become strips of rag on the floor. She reached down to his pants and opened his button with haste, working the zipper clumsily so as to not have to separate from his kiss not even for a second.

Her back hit the mattress and she promptly opened her legs to accommodate his body. His large hands clutched hers, pinning her down on the bed. His lips fell to her jaw, tracing their way to her neck and collarbone, biting her bra strap, making the elastic snap against her shoulder. She grunted lustfully and he backed away for a second to gaze at her. Her eyes were shut and she bit her lower lip in agony.

"The plane," it suddenly clicked in his mind, and she opened her eyes to him, "I knew I'd seen you bite your lip like that before."

She smiled and quickly clutched
his lip between her teeth, staring him down teasingly. He scoffed a short laugh and dove into her mouth again, his tongue dancing with hers erotically, sucking each other's breath out.

She freed her hands from his grip to feel his broad chest and dig her nails on his back whenever a pressing impulse threatened to take over her. He clutched her waist softly and sucked on her earlobe slowly, sending shivers down her spine. Her need was becoming more and more urgent by the second as he only seemed to be progressively restraining himself more. She could tell that now that they were stripped off their clothes and lay on the bed, he'd become hesitant—his hands were uncharacteristically still on her body.