His hands on her hips soften, just the tiniest bit. "It's alright." He whispers, burying his face in her neck, to kiss her. "Take it slow." He's a patient person. He had to be. (Alright, so he's not patient with himself, but other people? That's easy.) But right now, her slowness is keeping him hot and bothered.

He groans into her neck, muffled by her hair. This feels wonderful, but he knows it'll be better.