At least he was past the days of coming way too fast, when Lyra tried to say things like that to him. He kissed her as she asked, one hand in her hair at first, and then shifting to curl his arms around Lyra's shoulders to hold her chest against his. Holding her in place, he could fuck her a little harder without jiggling her as his tongue slid against hers. He sent little exaltations to God and to Lyra on half a breath, almost speaking them aloud but not quite as the good feelings grew. He slowed to give her some deep, hard thrusts, his teeth nipping at her lower lip.