His hand moved, unbuttoning his shirt slowly. Each button seemed to click louder than the last in the silence. His movements were controlled, they betrayed nothing of what he might be thinking. He shrugged out of the shirt, letting it fall to the floor.
Next, his belt buckle chimed softly as he undid it, followed by his zipper. His trousers slid down his hips, revealing the dark briefs underneath. He kicked them off, along with his shoes and socks.
He stood before me, waiting for me to act, and I wasted no time. I unbuttoned my blouse with unsteady fingers as quickly as I could, I tore at the fabric. My skirt followed, then my bra and panties. The cool air which was a stark contrast to the burning heat within me brushed against my skin.
I moved towards him with a raw, desperate drive. My hand went to his chest, pushing against the hard muscle. "Lie down," I ordered, my voice hoarse, barely recognizable even to myself.
