He could feel her body relaxing - or at least he thought he could, it was an odd sensation, to be so finely attuned to what they were both feeling but it was hard not to be, with the heat of her body surrounding his and the rest of it pressed up against him. His eyes stayed on her face, watching her expression for even the slightest change, especially as she said it was getting better, her forehead pressed against his and he nodded, just slightly. He didn't want to rush her, or make her even feel rushed - God, this felt so good, even like this, she could take all the time she needed. But she didn't - it felt like almost no time had passed at all before she flexed and then rocked her hips against him, making him gasp sharply, fingers curling against her skin as fireworks exploded behind eyes that clenched shut as his back arched involuntarily and he tried, tried to keep still in case that had been a bad idea. "Ohhh..." was about all he could get out, the word all but breathed against her lips as Summer gasped, herself. But by the time he'd gotten his eyes open, his mouth working again to ask if she was all right, she'd done it again, and fuck, fuck, he couldn't deny how good it felt.

And her words, that laugh... it made his own body relax a little against hers, still tensed with want and pleasure but settling a little against the bed as he looked up at her. "Is it better?" he asked breathlessly, hopefully, brushing a bit of hair behind her ear. "Please... tell me it's better." For both their sakes.