Even while on the ground, he is able to hold her and be gentle with her. His body is a solid 230 pounds of muscle, but there is a warrior's grace about it. He knows how to use that weight, and how to make it light when it needs to be. When she traces his scars, he looks down at them and back at her. There is no real expression, as his scars don't mean much to him one way or the other, but when seen through her eyes they are of sudden importance. When she kisses him and touches him in the right places, he sighs out with little moans of pleasure.

After a little while, he leans back and braces himself on his arms to look down at her. She sees him, and he sees her. His eyes are full of adoration and appreciation of her. How anyone could deny her is beyond him, but that is all to his benefit.

"Let's start slow." He smiled at her softly, and it's a fuller smile than she's probably seen yet.

He begins to kiss his way down her body, nipping here, licking there, sucking where appropriate. As he goes, he takes his time, letter her just bask in the pleasure. When he reaches her center, that little flash of red, he looks up at her and meets her eyes for a moment. In a way, it's a moment of truth and trust between them, and he knows it. Then he lowers and begins to work with that tongue, teasing her and chasing her pleasure and the eventual first sweet release.