If only she knew his thoughts. She would have well informed him that she was not prepared to spontaneously combust. Thank you very much. But she would also assure him that if he wanted to stop, she would. As he hadn't made any move to stop her yet, she was continuing on. And she inclined to go full speed ahead.
When he moved as she did, it was hard not to chuckle, but he had whimpered and she took, well not exactly pity but she felt sympathetic for his situation. Clearly he was as hungry as she was. Marian felt the quaking of his knees. Did she know what she was about? He had alluded to the Adele's mother being something of a bawd, so she thought that he might. She smiled a little, around that captured lip. The sounds that he was making was making her tingle all over.
Her fingers flicked the snapped buttons open. Her eyes never leaving his face, as they then moved to unfasten the velcro she knew replaced the other button's function. Then back to the waist, where she gave a little downward tug. "You're going to have to raise up just a little." Her tone so husky it was almost unrecognizable to her own ears. And she was sorely tempted just to reach into the folds of his under wrappings and extract him. She thought better of it, just then. There would be plenty of time for lustful hastiness at a later date.