He nodded and smiled, leaning down to kiss her for a brief moment before he stopped and looked down the length of her body, drinking in the sight of her before his eyes moved back up her body.  He paused at her breasts, leaning down and kissing the soft flesh lightly once before returning to her lips after the soft kiss.  For a brief moment, he kissed her softly, filled with emotion, sliding his body in concert with hers, but not attempting anything more.  The waters moved along his rear and back, goosebumps covering his skin as he laid there, kissing her.  He moved the hair from her forehead as he pulled away for a moment, looking down at her again.<br/><br/>He knew the process - he'd even seen the process by walking into the wrong room.  But as he looked at their bodies, he wondered if it was nearly as easy as everyone seemed to think it was.  He felt... strange, but as he took hold of himself, he realized that it didn't matter.  Nothing mattered at his point.  But he stopped, remembering what one of the guys used to say... and instead, his hands slid down her stomach to the patch of submerged hair, sliding through it gently until he reached her.  She was warm and soft, delicate.  Softly he moved between her legs, resting on one arm, flexed and tense as it held his weight.  Leaning down, he kissed her again, doing his best to please her as his fingers slid between her pink lips, watching and feeling for her reaction and repeating what she enjoyed the most.