"Good... yeah," he panted, looking up at her and wondering when he had gotten so out of breath, given they hadn't done much at all, but just those few movements had completely taken his breath away, and it was threatening to never return, with how she looked over him, smiling against his lips, her eyes watching his just as closely as he was watching hers as she flexed her whole body and moved above him again - and then again, and again. Oh, God, was about all he though think, his breath stopping in his chest every time she moved, his body arching and flexing and doing its best not to move. This was good, this way of doing things, he couldn't hurt her if she was the one deciding when and how to move, and he was glad for it.

But absolutely every single last thought was wiped away for a moment when that sound came out of her mouth, a sound of definite, undeniable pleasure, something that sent a shudder through his own body as he realized... she was right. They could do this. He grinned up at her, mouth stretching stupidly wide, daring to hope that... "It felt good?" If she was feeling even half of what he was feeling - but no. He wanted her to feel all of it. He wanted her to feel amazing, he wanted this to be everything she'd dreamed of, even if it had taken a while to get started. "Can I make it better?" He could move his hips, he could touch her, keep kissing her, anything in the world she wanted, he wanted her to lose herself in this as badly as he was starting to lose himself, his whole body feeling alive, alight, desperate for more and he knew once he got it, there would be no turning back.