He gasped at her touch.  There was a hunger in his eyes that he didn't know what to do with but somehow he craved it.  What muscles she must have to hover over him, to lightly reach down from the heavens to graze his earthly flesh with her own divine fingertips.  The heat from her thighs met his own and he wanted to grab her, to take her, to make her beg him to stop and not to stop interchangeably but more than that he wanted to see what she would do to him, where she could take him.  There would be time to play rougher later.  For now he was in agonizing bliss at her teasing touches.