Here was more than she'd ever thought it could be. Here was beauty, adventure, desire, excitement, belonging, passion, inspiration…even if she strung as many adjectives as she could think of it wouldn't be enough to describe this sweeping exuberance she was caught up in. The clement seawater did nothing to cool her bikini thong clad body.
He'd booked them for a month's stay here. Privacy blanketed everything they surveyed. Crime would go on back in Gotham. They were here, and while they were, enjoying the tropical environment while getting to know each other much better, they'd make promises to each other they intended to keep. One, which Selina had already agreed to was doing what she did best, assuming her hidden identity, burglarizing in the name of justice and belting her heart out in song going undercover when needed in seedy clubs. Hubby had not twisted her arm, but twisting of a sensual kind had factored in. She enlisted, now a believer. Her husband, the Batman, and Bruce Wayne's selfless, albeit daunting cause of urban rehabilitation had won her over. He needed her help. Why wouldn't she give it?
Bella Real and me on the same side who would've thunk it, Selina idly mused while she frenzied Bruce in the dazzling drink. Whenever he laughed she crammed her tongue into his mouth.
Hugging each other in frothy azure waves, Selina was overcome; Bruce too, but his reason was different. Being this much in love wasn't a curse. More like titillating shocks he couldn't get enough of. As she nibbled his outer ear, she softly hummed. Bruce molded his fingers more firmly to her left butt cheek, high on her fleshy feel.
Pictures of this wondrous place didn't do it paradisiacal justice. From the moment the honeymooners stepped from his private jet and into this idyllic resort he'd chartered for their private use, the urge Selina had to pinch herself was potent. She wiggled out of his arms and ducked below the water. Fast as a flash, she had her arms wrapped around his neck, hugging him from behind. "I've got something I want to say to you," she channeled into his ear. "Something I was going to save for later, but I'm impulsive."
"Tell me something I don't know," Bruce goaded, but in a playful way that Selina brought out in him. A way he never dreamed he could be. Though this was their honeymoon, he sensed that how she made him feel would never be a here today, gone tomorrow thing. Her kittenish wiles were aphrodisiacal; he didn't just love her. He liked her, everything about her. Even when she 'scratched' him up a bit, Selina never left him hurting. At least not for very long.
As complex as he was, and as cloaked as he could be, he shed his skin for her.
He had a sense of humor, extremely dry, she'd discovered, many layered. Unmercifully tongue-in-cheek when he felt his retiring wit was all he had. Moody and broody, described him best sometimes, but Selina would cajole, gently easing him out of his restlessly flatlining, and closing off.
"This place…" she breathed and got a little choked up. Santa Prisca was the diametric opposite of dirty, dreary, dismal Gotham. And that was before the Edward Nashton-provoked flooding. The city that the Batman-Bruce loved so much was bedlam on drops at present.
No random crap and dregs anywhere on this lovely island of SP, something Selina couldn't get over no matter how many times Bruce reminded her, 'You were, and are right. It does come down to what having wealth can buy one's way into, or out of.'
Selina finished her fervent thought, saying throatily, "It's. It's like you." She practically had Bruce in a chokehold, her love for him surging through her as another sunlit, shimmering wave gently engulfed them. His heart raced inside his constricted chest, and she added, sounding rigidly serious, "A treasure."
"You're mine," Bruce confirmed, doing his best to position her back into his arms. Abundantly unsuccessful, he couldn't budge her from his back. He definitively gave up, hearing her protest because she was insistent about what she had to say, suddenly revealing an entirely different side of herself.
"Okay, this may sound weird, but this place inspired me." She aimed her mouth at his cheek, kissing it tenderly. "Listen. Just listen. Okay. Here goes…" Bruce went inert, and expectant, he nodded. "Hope you like it, baby." He nodded again. Selina went for it.
She didn't break out in song. Not this time. Her soft voice ladled the heartfelt words. "Hero, warrior, rescuer, in so many ways. A gentle-handed, fierce-hearted fighter. Who rained down blows on my fear. Who threw jabs at my suffering. Took down my need, and knocked it straight out. Anyone else might have walked away from that fight. But not you. Not you, baby. Never you, my love. I am forever—grateful. And yours to keep."
She felt him tremble, which turned into quaking. She couldn't see his halting smile. What sounded like throat clearing was a moan, emanating from deep within his throat. Never had he been so moved by words said exactly the way Selina his kooky, but wholly adorable, bride had spoken them.
No drug, in whatever of its pernicious forms, could've rendered him more narcotized. Finally, he found his tongue, and croaked, "T-thank you for th-that." He wasn't a chronic stutterer, but when he did, Selina would melt. His voice, along with the rest of him continued to shake. "What you feel is what I feel, Sel. I only wish I had the talent and artistry to compose a poem half as good as yours. And say it perfectly."
"Not only is your name in the dictionary next to genius. It's also next to the word hot. I've got burns all over my body, baby." She stopped clinging and came alongside him. Taking Bruce by the hand, she led him out of the surf, as they retreated from the silver-rimmed horizon.
Flowing like slow-motion, they lay down upon the off-white round rattan daybed inside the Tommy Bahama Sol cabana. Suits were off. Special smiles, tantalizing touches, and guttural groans laced the air. Selina clutched Bruce's right bicep. He buried his face in the smooth valley between her taut, tingling breasts. Hard and edgy, he enveloped her, aching to thoroughly satisfy her.
"Inside, and…stay, baby," Selina begged, mouthing his lightly tanned, broad chest as she arched her back. The end of her cute nose pulsed something fierce. Flames of desire roasted her; every time was more riveting than the previous uninhibited coupling.
Bruce's voice was hard and vibrated in his throat as he panted and puffed. As his vision blurred, his mind astral, he strained to say, "You f-feel so g-goo-good!"
"You always do, baby. Hit it harder."
Bruce shook and slid home where her slickness always made him feel he was right where his erection belonged. Buried so deeply inside of her that both fought hard to breathe. "The best! Absolutely the best—y-you are…"
Ragged wheezes coupled with her delirious moans. He grinned so hard, his face shook as he pumped everything he had into Selina. Fiery passion ripped through him, scorching her.
Her mind being taken apart bit by bit, she upped the insatiability, making Bruce yowl her name into her left shoulder. It was beyond erotic the way he said her name when, extraordinarily they orgasmed together. Who did that? The very fortunate few, that's who, and the Batman and his Catwoman found themselves in that rarified league.
"I told you to stay. Don't go anywhere," Selina, speaking softly, made clear. She threw both legs over Bruce's lower back and cinched.
Thinking, as best he could, that she was his greatest strength and his strongest weakness, Bruce gently reared back, still filling her. Acrobatic? Of course. Duh. He massaged her honed midsection with salty lips, then his juicy tongue. "You like this," he rumbled.
"You're full of surprises," she rasped. He was controlled, but bold. She felt him in the tips of her toes. "Do you really like my poem?" she whimpered, stroking the sides of his face.
"Love it. Best poem I ever heard. Recite it to me again."
"You really want to hear it again? Now?" huskily she asked, half-believing he was humoring her, which was still nice of him. He wasn't exactly a himbo, but she'd never dispute that Bruce was a nice man, if time and energy were invested to get to know him.
He nodded against her warm, supple body. "Again. Yes. Right now." He made that request intense with a swift shift so Selina lay sprawled atop him, his semi-erect penis comfortably nestled in her velvety folds. He gifted her with raw need thick in his tone. "It doesn't matter if you sing, or speak. Your voice is precious, making anything you say memorable." He crushed her to his body, even growling in an ultra-sexy voice.
"You're pretty good at flattery. Sounding like that doesn't hurt."
"Poem, please." He had his hands on her hips, coaxing her so she'd gyrate ever so lightly. Incentive where it counted had its merits.
Selina threw her head back, panting like some out of shape person dashing to catch a departing bus, and losing that race, as Bruce thrusted up into her. "Poem? Uhhhhh S-sss-eriously?" She figured-eight against his crotch, and explosively cried, "Ooh-baby, baby…" She stilled her slow, sensuous movement, squeezed his penis with her powerful thighs. "Now I want you with the mask on!"
