He had to let go of her at some point; she was managing too well to get his shirt off, and he was only too happy to release her if it meant he could peel the damned thing off and get that much closer to the simple skin-on-skin contact that he was desperate for. The t-shirt was abandoned somewhere over his shoulder, and he thought it only appropriate to have her in the same debauched state of undress as himself; he let her focus on opening up his trousers while he peeled her shirt off as well, very much wanting to see what she looked like for himself. Touching was one thing, seeing was another, and he really did quite like just looking and appreciating for a moment or two.

Not too long, though; they had things to do.