It wasn't so much that she was open to suggestion as that this was where she wanted to be anyway, but the encouragement was very much welcome, any encouragement from him was welcome really. It felt good to be here, on top of him. Somehow it made her feel slightly more comfortable, more confident, because she hadn't been sure what he'd be like, in this particular context despite how much she'd thought about she'd never been able to work it out. If she'd get to be in control, if she even wanted to be in control with him, but she realised now she did. Though she was admittedly open to suggestions.
She felt the smile, but ignored it. She didn't care enough to comment, and she knew her inability to undo a button was ridiculous, really she deserved to be mocked and fully expected it to happen in the future.
Still at least one of them was still competent, not that it was especially difficult to remove a t-shirt, it was unfair really, but at least she didn't have a tie and jacket to contend with as well. She lifted her arms the moment it became apparent what he was doing, wanting any clothing out of the way and really not caring much whose it was.
In the few moments they weren't kissing she took the opportunity to catch her breath, ignoring the faint desire to say something, anything, because there really wasn't a lot worth saying at the moment, and any questions she might have had had already been answered by the way he was touching her and the fact she was now almost topless on top of him.
Her hands worked more purposefully now, as if the oxygen had perhaps clear her head, or perhaps she was just even more determined, which tended to focus the mind a little. Still kissing him she finally managed to undo those infuriating buttons, her hands moving over the newly exposed skin and pushing it off his shoulders.