He gently takes her hips and guides her. He wants her to feel everything she felt before, but better. He kisses her throat, then her chin, then her mouth. His hands are callused and large against her hips, but ever so gentle.

His breathing is ragged and his heart is pounding, but his dark eyes are focused on her. "Arms around my neck, Kitty. Just let it go. It'll be okay. I've got you." He whispers, kissing her every couple of words.