Ingrid knew that would calm him down a little. There was a distinct difference in the way that he was moving, the very way that he was touching her, once the plan was laid out, at least... vaguely. As for Peyton, yes, it wouldn't be a good idea for her to see it. Especially considering that Reese had given her such a hard time about letting Lyle do the same thing. But this was different, wasn't it? Ingrid was... older, more in control. There was less danger for Reese with her than there was for Peyton with Lyle. Still, it'd be better if she didn't find out. And she really didn't want Lyle to know either. It'd just be easier to keep this between the two of them.
Of course all thoughts of that, or most of them rather, were pushed back by his hands upon her tits. She moaned softly as he cupped them, a hand moving up to entangle fingers in his dark locks for just a moment before he pushed her back and stripped himself the rest of the way, going to work on her boots and leggings which didn't take long to get off.
Shaking her head, she reached up to grab him, pulling him down on top of her, long legs wrapping around him. "You on top." It'd be easier for him to push her away, to get away, if things got out of hand. If she was on top, she might be too tempted to take control, to take things further than she should, than he wanted her to, and that was the last thing she wanted to do. But she wouldn't mention all of those concerns, those reasons. It would only make him that much more nervous. And she wanted him to enjoy this. It had the potential to be one of the more erotic experiences of his life, or at least she had been told that it was for humans. She hadn't gone that way herself so she didn't personally know.