His fingers continued to move, and he realised, in that moment that he could easily get her to climax without ever getting as far as removing his pants. But Maryanne had made it more than clear what she wanted, so even if she did it certainly wasn't going to end there. Plus, he was pretty sure he'd be cursed to just walk around with a very obvious erection for the rest of the year if she backed out now.
Funny, he'd been so busy worrying about bras and panties that he hadn't considered how confusing his own clothes had to be for her with the various buttons and folds. Reluctantly, his fingers left their position between her legs, but it was a necessary evil. First, those same fingers helped him properly get rid of her panties at last, and then he moved to help her out with the buttons of his own pants.
"Here," he took her hand in his, and guided her fingers over to the two buttons at one hip. He left her hand there, and moved to undo the two on the opposite side. She'd already popped the middle two, so once this little bit of teamwork was done they would easily drop along with his loosened underwear.