Her hands worked up the front of his now open, vest now she could really feel him. She could feel the goose flesh spring to life along any bared skin, with his moan. She chuckled at his words. "No I did not." Over pronouncing the 't' as she was wont to. "It seems to make things a little easier, and there is odd satisfaction in the rip sound." Marian leaned back just enough to lift that vest over his head. "And I get to see my work... work." The ease of it, well it could have been easier if she'd added some in the shoulder rather than the other side, but now was not the time to ponder such.
Marian didn't move her lower half, except to squirm almost shamelessly to encourage more of those shocks of pleasure, but she did lean back just a little admiring him. Soft panting feathered over her lips. As if she'd run just before sitting herself upon his lap. But being so worked up, was all his doing. "I half want to rush. I half want to savor." She admitted on a husky whisper. "And I am all damning the decisions to wear trousers."