One of his hands eased from the sheets, fingers brushing through her hair, and he smiled down at her, leaning down to press his lips briefly to hers. His body moved again, hips rolling in a small tentative thrust, slowly followed by another as he started on a careful pace.

He was aching for more, honestly, aching to go faster, to push deeper, but she felt so tight, each thrust nearly driving him crazy. Until she eased around him a little more, he wouldn't risk hurting her more than she could bear.