He nods, and spreads his knees wider, all the better to give him a solid base. The pace doesn't increase, but he gets a little more firm when she puts her hand on him. The doubts about himself over the last few days seem to melt away - he can do this, and she wants him to. He might not be what any of them thought he was, but he can make her come, and he can make her feel good, and she wants him. It's a big part of what makes someone a man, in his book.

As long as he doesn't blow it. Very, very important he doesn't blow it. He can tell it's going to be a struggle already; she fits around him like a hand in a velvet glove, reacting to every push of his hips with a push back of her own. She's not passive, even caught underneath him. He breathes out, and stamps down the coiling excitement in his gut as he rocks a little harder. There'll be time for that later.