In the back of his mind, there's that nudging reminder to pace himself, to not take this too fast or be too hasty - for as much as he believes it could never happen, there's a very slim possibility that all this excitement could trigger something a lot worse. And yet he doesn't want to stop, for her sake as well as his own, because when he nuzzles his cheek against the swell of a breast and marvels at the softness of her, he realizes he could very well get used to worshipping her in this way. His hands are already, albeit tentatively, seeking to remove the barriers of clothing from skin despite not being undressed himself.
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