"Yes, yes, you are. You are the Queen. You're my Queen," he agreed breathlessly. She had him feeling completely helpless; it was as if he'd forgotten that he could physically overpower her if he really wanted to. He'd forgotten all about the camera. He wasn't trying to act a certain way for her, he wasn't playing a part, he was finally just letting things happen without overthinking it all.
When she granted permission he felt a great rush of relief. He was going to go insane if he was banned from touching for much longer. Still, she was still very much in control, dictating how he was going to touch her. And he was surprised by how much he liked it, even though all of his control of the situation was completely gone now. Was that what absolute trust felt like? It was okay. It was more than okay. He knew she wouldn't humiliate him with it at a later date, or use it to manipulate him in some way. And of course he knew that he really only had to say the word and they could stop again, no matter how ridiculous his reason. Or if he didn't even have a reason.
His hands released the bedsheet and moved instantly to her body as if she were absolutely necessary to his very existence. She'd never called him Ernie before. It was a bit of a flashback to his younger years, and he really didn't hate it coming from her. It was strangely sweet given the circumstances. "Yes, please, let me taste you. I want to feel you come for me," he told her as his fingers worked her pants open.