He's honestly glad she doesn't push for him to pick up pace. He feels like he's just begun to explore another realm of possibilities as far as sex and intimacy goes, and while he does feel much safer about pursuing his own climax now, this is the rhythm that he knows he can handle, the pace that he feels safest keeping.

Besides, it brings the both of them immense pleasure, so he sees no reason to try for faster. If anything, the slowness almost seems to drive her even crazier.

He mewls softly when she groans out his name, his hand promptly sliding between her legs, fingers rubbing over her clit in light but insistent circles, while his other hand draws up her torso, squeezing one of her breasts.