Each little whimper and moan from her was a prayer answered. Even if he'd wanted to do this so very badly for so long, he'd still been petrified of hurting her. He knew he wasn't exactly slight, and he really had planned on getting to this point over several, wonderful encounters. But then everything had happened so fast, and suddenly he was proposing to her, and the idea of not having a proper wedding night was unacceptable. Sure, it wasn't technically the best sex of his life, but it didn't matter much because it was with her. That was what made him think that maybe he'd already died and gone to hell when she asked not to go faster yet, because this was surely the most exquisite, delicious torture anyone could have thought up. "Okay... You set the pace, baby." In an attempt to increase the amount of pleasure she got out of it, his uninjured hand drifted down to where they were joined to gently rub at her clit again, hoping it might help her adjust faster.