Her beautiful sigh, her fingers in his hair, were welcome guides he followed at once. The way she leaned back, giving her throat to him, an act of trust and glad encouragement, hardened him more. His hand returned to her face, thumb trailing gently along her cheek, as his kisses on her throat, in the hollow of her clavicle, deepened. He rolled them gently, the barest little, to be less side-by-side; instead, laying her reverently onto her back, and holding himself carefully (not putting all his weight on her) over her, to explore the front and both sides of her neck more completely. And trail some kisses a little (just little) farther downward.