[He can't catch his breath even as she pulls back, everything's moving in a blur and it's like he can barely keep up. Asking her to slow down would feel wrong though, he can't help but enjoy how forward she is and he's certain it wouldn't come out eloquently anyway...]
[And idea strikes as his very interested gaze follows her thumbs, and he reaches up to stop her.] Let me. [Leaning forward, he doesn't exactly go right for the straps, but rather nuzzles and then kisses her neck, across her collarbone, in what he hopes feels okay to her but really he's just building up courage. He belatedly thinks he should be low enough not to scratch her with his hair...]
[Eventually his mouth finds one of the straps and he has no choice but to slide it away -- which, by now, seems far less daunting. He takes care of the other side with much less delay, along with a shiver that has nothing to do with the temperature.]