There was something very innocent about the way he kissed her. Chastely. Sweetly. Like he was frightened of hurting her. Of breaking her with the softest press of his lips on hers.
She could have sworn sometimes, that he hadn't kissed anyone at all before her. But she didn't quite believe it. Not after he'd warmed up some and let loose the tension that racked his whole body.
He never touched her without permission. Even if it was just a questioning look, he never put a fingertip on her skin without checking that it was alright with her.
He looked at her naked body like it was a marvel. Like a little boy in a candy store and when she stepped forward into his reach, navel level with his face, she thought he might pass out with nerves. Excitement. She couldn't tell. His leg bobbed up and down furiously, foot tapping a frantic rhythm.
She knelt in front of him, rested a hand on his knee to cease it's movement and she swore she heard his breath hitch.
"Hey." She tipped his chin so his eyes met hers. "This is good." His head bobbed an agreement, as small as the gesture was. "This is right."
She let go of his chin and his head tipped back down to her navel and he leaned forward. Pressed his mouth right above her bellybutton. She resisted breaking out into a giggle, lest she ruin the first bit of confidence with her he had ever shown.
When all was done and they lay twisted together between thin, sweaty sheets, she took the rare moment to look at him properly.
His hair was flopping over one eye, partially concealing his smooth brow. She'd never seen his face so relaxed before, not ever.
His lips were slightly parted, almost quirked, like he was far away in some wonderful dream. She wondered what he dreamed of.
In his sleep, he looked so peaceful. Innocent. Like a boy. Maybe she would have to be the one that was careful. Not to break him, ruin his innocence.