There's a part of him, instinctively, that wants to ask if she's sure she wants to do this, knowing that, in a few moments, there won't be any turning back. For him, this might be normal, but not that long ago, she was engaged, and he doesn't want her to rush into something that she might regret, or to be the cause of that. The way she presses her body against his, though, and the sound of her voice urging him on, make fairly clear that that isn't a concern. They've had plenty of time to turn back. And if it does turn out that she changes her mind, he'd never hold it against her. After all, he never expected to be here at all, and even when he was so resentful towards her, he never really stopped caring about her. The last thing he'd want is to risk ruining anything.

As it is, he grins a little after she speaks, one hand still between them so he can wrap it around the length of his dick. "Yeah, alright," he says, half-teasing, and slowly, carefully, slides into her, groaning as he does, fingers pressing into her thigh where she's got her leg wrapped around him once he's moved his hand again. That she feels incredible is hardly a surprise, but that doesn't make it any less true.