He doesn't even know what he's telling her himself, honestly, but her words are reassuring nonetheless. He lets out a soft, drawn-out whine, turning his head to the side a little to press his lips briefly against her.

One motion of his hips turns into a sharper thrust, tentative, a louder moan leaving him as he buries himself deep and quick inside her. There's a spike to his heart rate but nothing that scares him too much, and he repeats the motion, once, twice, his arm curling tighter around her, pleasure coiling quickly at the core of him.