Casey pursued his wife to the bed, leaving scarcely more than a foot between them at any given moment.  He'd been about to follow down on top of her, but when she turned him, he fell to his back with an amused half-smile.  It was probably best that she wasn't on the bottom.  While he wasn't exactly rough, mid-coitus wasn't his most mindful state of being.  And he wanted their first time together to be nothing short of magical.  When she stepped out of her jeans, his heart skipped.<br/><br/>When her hands landed on his own pants, it practically stopped.  The jeans were tight, and not just because of the cut.  The button, the zipper, the fabric, it was all under strain.  He swallowed, pushing up on his elbows as he watched the woman undress his final article of clothing, baring him lewdly to the relative cool of the air.  His head nodded slowly, as one hand rose to cup one of her bared breasts gently, experimentally.<br/><br/>"As long, and as slow as you'd like love,"  He promised, his words a breathy whisper.