<i>You taste good.</i>He shivered deeply at those three words, his eyes closing and his breath catching. She had a way of setting his mind on fire in the best of ways, and as she settled on top of him to trace the lines of his body he gazed up at her, eyes half-closed. "For your first time trying it out, you did pretty damn well," he said softly. He reached out with one hand, cupping her jaw and cheek, his thumb passing over her soft, full lips. "God, I love you."<br/><br/>Both hands lifted to touch her, smoothing down her cheeks and along either side of her neck. He paused there, feeling the shape of her throat, the feel of her spine as it ran down the back of her head, the muscles and tendons and every line of her soft skin. He squeezed to feel her pulse, her breath, her life in his hands. They continued down to her shoulders and her collar, then down to her chest. He cupped each breast and kneaded them carefully, the softness enticing in a way he couldn't put to words. He pinched at each nipple until they stiffened, then toyed with them more, curious as to every aspect of each pink bud.<br/><br/>His hands continued when he was satisfied, smoothing over her waist and belly, along the lean shape of her abdomen. He may have had muscles to spare, but he loved her lean body, the way she moved. Sometimes he felt like he was made of bricks, but she had always been something lighter, something of shadow and quiet and stealth. He sat up beneath her, his arms sliding around her hips to her bottom, squeezing on her rear tightly as he kissed her full on the lips. "I love you," he told her when it broke. "Every inch of you."