She was obeying, everything he told her she obeyed. He liked that, and knew he could count on her. He trusted her, and he hoped she trusted him.
The things he wanted to do to her. He didn't know what she had here, if anything, Sex and Gwen Raiden were never a combination. She couldn't touch. Not here.
But he could make her moan nonetheless.
He leaned in close. Mouth inches from her ear, as close as he could get and not be in danger, his breath caressing her skin. "I'm going to touch every inch of you that I can. I'm going to kiss, and press, and push. I want you to tell me what you like" he said as he pushed himself on top of her, pressing against her, thrusting his clothed skin against hers. "I want you to tell me what you like, what you want more of or less of. Tell me what makes you want to scream for me?. Understood?"