When he met with no resistance, instead wholehearted replies to his kisses, he was sure he could not have been happier in that moment. It was all better and more wonderful than he could have hoped for and he could feel his heart start to beat hard in his chest when she touched his face. He wasn't about to stop now, not for anything.
At first he had kept his hands to himself but when she touched him that changed, his hands seeing it as permission to seek out her soft skin and beautiful curves. They started at her arms, his large, warm hands moving up them, reaching her shoulders then moving down her back until they found her waist and remained there. He ever so slightly pulled her closer, almost wanting to crush her against him so he could feel more of that beautiful, tiny frame of hers.