Harry did love to touch her. It was like he was waking up, feeling anew like he was coming to life, and finding a new life, one he had been wanting for a very long time. His smile was warm, and full of lust and love as he rocked under her, slow like, not wanting to move fast.
He touched her hair stroking fingers through it, exploring her with intent, his lips trailing down her chest to find one nipple, then the other, nibbling and sucking on them, teasingly, not fast or hard yet.
He was just as willing to let this last as she was. This had been a long time coming, so to speak.