His sound sent light goosebumps across her skin and Devi knew that she would have to find more ways of drawing those noises out of him. The brush of his thumb and following grip kept her pressing against him but her hands became busy collecting and pulling his shirt up (and hopefully off), eager for an uncovered canvas of skin. The suction at her neck was steadily robbing her of any form of straight thought, outside of a focused carnal need.

Since his skilled fingers had far to quickly opened her pants up, it's fair game for her to start working open his in the brief moment his hands would be otherwise occupied with his shirt.