His promises not to move until she was ready soothed her and allowed her to focus on moving at her own pace, though they also gave her a happier thought to latch on to. "I feel good?" she murmured, wondering what this experience was like for him. She knew how long he'd wanted to do this and hoped upon hope that he liked it even though he had to go at her pace. The apologies made her eyes widen a little in surprise and then soften with love. Restraint was evident on his face, but he was still taking such care to make sure she was all right. "It's okay," she insisted. "Stop apologizing. It's okay... It doesn't really hurt. I just... need to go slow." She was on the verge of hyperventilating but managed to get her breathing almost under control. "I love you. I love you so much..." Resting her forehead against his, she finally started to slowly lower herself further, barely able to believe there was space enough inside her.