He holds onto her, kissing his wife slowly. He can tell she's nervous. Hell, he's nervous too, but of the two of them, at least he's done this before. (Just... not with a woman. He'll explain that to her someday.)

He keeps guiding her hips, letting her ride him into that sweet oblivion. Then one hand presses between them and touches that sensitive button, right where their bodies meet. "I won't let anything happen to you, Kitty." He whispers, rubbing in time with their movements.