All he needed was her readiness, an indication of willingness to proceed. He let her go to reach down and push his pants down for her, allowing himself to go fully naked against her, his body stretched against hers. He pushed his clothes down to his knees before he sat up over her, hooking his fingers into the band of her shorts. He kept his eyes on hers as he pulled them down and away, lifting her legs up and to the side to remove her clothing entirely. He lay back down over her, his eyes staying on hers, even as he pressed his forehead against her. Despite everything he was nervous, nervous to proceed, nervous that he might hurt her somehow.<br/><br/>At the same time, though, he saw her need in her eyes, a reflection of his own. She wanted this. She wanted him. He let himself lower against her, pressing his manhood down against her body, allowing himself to settle against the softness of her. His breathing quickened just at the contact, and his eyes widened as he gave an almost involuntary rock against her, sliding up and down her body without penetrating it. He let his eyes close as he rocked again, slow and savoring, each movement bringing a new, pleasant sensation. He reached one hand up to cup her jaw, kissing her, warm and full of heady passion. His other hand slipped down to take hold of himself, and his hips lifted as he guided his tip more toward her, shivering from nerves and need alike. He felt himself catch against her as he slid himself against her sex, and broke with a small gasp. He looked her in the eye again and bit his lip, pressing his forehead softly to hers. "Are you ready?" he asked her, voice full of both affection and concern.