"Explore me," Lenore commands, or invites, letting her own hands roam lightly over Gideon's chest. One hand skims up from her side and the other trails down over her collarbone, converging on her breasts and cupping them in light hands, thumbs teasing over her nipples like she's plucking the strings of a harp. "I want your hands and mouth all over me. Inside of me. You're welcome to bite or leave marks, though they'll fade quickly. Nothing's off limits."

She already suspects that Gideon is ... inexperienced, to put it gently. How much experience could she possibly have? From what Lenore knows of Gideon's unpleasant former life, she doubts that any experience she might have had was anything enjoyable. So she leaves her instruction open for now, encouraging Gideon to learn by touch, to learn Lenore's body and how she responds.