It wasn't that he didn't know what she wanted. Because, by God he wanted it too. He just had this ideal of what things should be and how it should go and he didn't want to cheat either of them out of this newness, out of the joy of discovering each other.
"Good." he slid lower and pushed her shirt up with one hand and chased all the exposed skin with his mouth. When the black shirt got trapped under her arms, he reached up and tugged it off. Her skin was creamy and perfect and he wanted to take his time and taste all of it. Everywhere. Her little hand had latched onto his pants, and Christ that had almost been enough. "Anne..." he grunted agianst her skin.