The whimper drew her eyes up, which was somewhat useless as she couldn't see beyond his stomach. Was she being cruel? Her lips remained just at the bottom of the leg of his shorts. They were lightly brushing over his fevered skin and while she waited a moment, giving him time to answer. Of course if he couldn't she would be merciful. She would take his whimper as a plea. But he had answered, in due time. And she chuckled just a little. How to explain it without taking what they were doing into a different place?
Marian lifted her head, her hands remained in place as he went to explain the buttons. "I was thinking a little... Oral relief." Why had she not removed his shirt? She pondered as she fiddled with the first button. Letting out a little ahhah of triumph as she managed to extract it from it's hole without being able to see it. Her eyes met his. "Do you... have you?" How did you ask a man if he's ever had a womans mouth on his male parts without sounding grotesque?