He continues with the light touches, indulgently, kissing the spot just under her jaw. It's likely clear that he's just as focused on pleasing her, attentive to her reactions, as he is taking his own pleasure in enjoying her -- the feel of her, her scent.

It's been so long since he had this kind of closeness, this much touch, this much pleasure and the luxury of it feeling so uncomplicated, that he's starting to feel a little drunk with it. He lets the warmth of it, the happiness, seep through him. (He does want her; he hadn't been quite sure until today. It made him nervous to think of wanting her, but at this moment he feels none of that. Still, he's glad for the chance to take his time.)