"Oh good," she purred in her own soft tone. She did lean back a little more, more to catch her breath than to truly stop kissing him. Her legs shifting just a little to give her knees a little relief and... So the gentle prodding could become more of a pressed heat, right where she wanted it, as she settled down more on him. Her chest was still pressed to his, but there was a little space between. A little groan passed her lips. "Though this is far better than my imaginings thus far."
As if drawn to him like he was a magnet, she dropped delicate kisses, each on the corners of his mouth, then one on the edge of his chin. A last one playfully on his nose. "You would tell me if I was going farther than you wanted, wouldn't you?" The hand, that was not currently busy toying with the curls on the back of his head, slipped from over his shoulder trailing so it could ease beneath his, arm to where she knew velcro lay carefully stitched, carefully hidden on his vest.
Marian was well aware that she was asking things that men often did. But she felt like she was the pursuer, rather than the pursued. And she did not want to make him uncomfortable. Or to feel as if he were just a piece of meat.