Every movement was feeling overwhelming, both through his inexperience and excitement in being with her. This was a world beyond anything he ever thought they would experience together, and he was mentally remembering every movement, every touch of her lips and hands on his skin, the quiet sounds they would make together. Who knew how long he had left to cherish a moment like this? He could be dead in less than twelve hours for all he knew.

It took a while to find a rhythm but soon he was moving with her less awkwardly, resting on his forearms as his fingers clung to the bedding or touched the ends of her hair, moving again to kiss her jaw and lips softly, the roll of his hips as careful as ever.