He suddenly stopped and tightly held her hand, because he felt sorry for her. With an unprecedented gentleness, he kissed her on her brows, her face, her collarbone...
He waited until her body gradually relaxed. Then, he tried again.
He didn't dare go hard, afraid of hurting her. He was so gentle and slow like he was guarding the most precious jewel in the world.
He waited for her to slowly adapt to him before moving faster.
Everything he felt was like a wonderful dream, an ethereal dream. It wasn't until they'd finished that he lay there in disbelief.
He was on top of her for quite some time before he looked directly at her face.
Her beautiful face was mere inches from his, but he still reached his arm out to tenderly caress it. It wasn't until his fingers felt her smooth skin that he realized it was all real and snapped back to his senses.
In that moment, he looked at her with softness, full of uncontained joy.
