It was all happening very fast but he had no notion of time or space or anything; every sense was of her against him, with him. He found himself lowering himself more, and his arms moving about her, pulling her to him, holding her close in his arms as he pressed against her. He rolled her slightly towards him, his hands on her back, touching skin and suit, and he continued his kissing.
This was bliss. And he could feel her pressing against him, intimate in their pose, her thigh against his own leg, and it made him groan into her mouth; the full sensations of woman within his hold sending his head spinning even more. But somewhere in that fog, he remembered her saying she wanted to go slowly, that he could possibly rush upon her.
He pulled back slightly, stopping, his heart pounding and his chest panting as he tried to ease up, to not overwhelm her.
"Hannah," he said with a groan, and he found himself kissing her face, kissing her neck, wanting to taste all of her even as he knew he should be slowing down.