Owen rested on his elbows on either side of her, his hands gently smoothing her hair back from her face and forehead before he leaned down to kiss her. With her knees at his hips, she was open to him, and he could feel her heat against his body, welcoming and intoxicating. Despite his body's urges to bury himself hard and deep, Owen took his time, shifting his hips just so until he could push into her body. He had to pull away from her mouth, clunking his forehead gently against hers until he was seated deeply inside of her, and Owen took a moment to breathe and control himself. He didn't want it to be over too soon, nor did he want to get too rough and make it uncomfortable for her. Owen began to rock his hips, wanting Cecilia to get used to the feeling. He knew it had been awhile for her, much longer than it had been for Owen.