"Not gonna do that," he promises - and it is a legitimate promise. "And I wouldn't, even if I wasn't your first."

He leans his body over her, giving her what she wants, watching her face closely - stopping when she silently signals hold on, need a moment. He lets a hand wander to her chest, fingers lightly caressing her, finding ways to shift her focus to other areas of stimulation and pleasure without being too distracting. A touch here, a kiss there. Slow and easy, almost lazy.