That single eyebrow just about slayed her, there was something devastatingly attractive in that one single move. Or. Maybe she was just devastatingly attracted to him. Was there any harm in just accepting that fact, and not lying to herself about it? She dropped her chin down on her hands, and tilted her head just a little, not hiding the blatant look of adoration one bit. "Here I was hoping for a 'no'." She giggles, not hiding it this time. Was there any real harm in him just making her happy by not really doing anything at all?
Maryanne had never expected a reaction like this from him. Hell, she hadn't expected any reaction at all. Yes, he responded to her flirting... but... but... Yet here he was, seducing her with the gentle touches. And she was letting him, when she'd been mostly dominant with everyone else since... She found she didn't want to rush things, even as her body begged for it more than her lips were. Free from her heels, she rose up on her the balls of her feet just enough to press into his touch. Her fingers still very slowly tugging each of those buttons free, as she savored the feel of his lips on hers. The taste of him. It was a subtle dance, where they weren't moving much at all, yet she was following where he was leading. Soft little pleasured sounds breaking free between their lips.
Except, when he pulled back. She actually whimpered, pouting until she realized what she was doing and tucked her lower lip between her teeth. Where it stayed as he untied the belt of her coat, and unbuttoned the buttons. Her hands quivered, not from fear, but from anticipation of what would come next, as they curled into the lapels of her coat and gently parted them. Her shoulders only shifting just a little, to encourage the smooth fabric off them. It pooled at her elbows, just a little, fully exposing what was left of on her, of the set. The lace, and elastic, garter belt that sat at her waist, the lace and mesh panties hung lower on her hips, and the stockings, which were attached to the garter belt, by bits of ribbon and buttons. Her arms straightened allowing the coat to click to the floor, as he buttons hit it. Still she bit down on that lower lip, goose bumps crawling their way over her bared skin.