That first moment, when bare skin finally touched bare skin, felt like heaven. He knew they could still get closer, but just for the moment this was perfection, making him whimper softly into the kiss and press his lips against hers all the more eagerly. He wanted the same things - to please her, for her to like what she saw, how he made her feel. And oh, God, when her hand slipped down between them, maybe it never reached where he really wanted it to go but that didn't mean his body was straining for her touch, drinking up every bit of it until she paused and he blinked his eyes open for a moment, looking at her.

He didn't want to rush her, but he wasn't about to argue when she said she was ready, not when she said it like that. The way she'd whimpered his name sent shivers down his spine, as he took a sharp breath, nodding. She shifted back - and oh, he missed the heat of her body pressed against his already, but he knew this would - could - get better, it was why people did this, right? He wanted to be closer to her, needed it like he needed the air, eyes on her body as she sat up a little above him. He followed her, shuffling up into a sitting position himself without really thinking about it, but some part of him wanted to sit up, to be eye to eye with her, to be able to wrap her in his arms and hold her close and he couldn't do that lying down. He smiled up at her, sensing after a moment that she wanted him to help, and of course he would - his hand slid away from her leg toward his body; he was much more familiar with it than she was, of course, and he knew, too, that this would require some effort to keep himself steady. He glanced up at her, his smile turning sheepish, maybe a little nervous, but he nodded, his other hand sliding down her back, just resting gently there. "You can - I mean... when you're ready. If you're sure."