Navi was the only woman that he had ever made love to, and that was going to remain the same for the rest of his life, because he'd never loved anyone else. Even without the illumination of the lamp, he could make out the soft expression on her face, one of affection and pleasure. His hips were finding a rhythm with her own, sliding in and out of her slowly, never pushing too far, somehow being as patience as she deserved.
His hands were in her hair, but instead of tugging, he was softly stroking it, lips pressing against hers in a passionate but gentle way. "I love you.." He murmured, pushing his hips back down. "Just..a little more.." The words were barely a whisper, he wanted this, wanted to make love to her.