“I couldn't agree with you more.” She sat up, straddling him, and undid her buttons, slowly, deliberately, as if performing a striptease. She casually tossed the blouse aside and reached for the front clasp on her pink lacy bra. She unhooked it, removed it slowly, dropping it to the floor.
He reached for her, but she stopped him. “Not yet.”
She unbuttoned his shirt as slowly as she had undone her own, her hands caressing his chest, lightly pinching his nipples, running her fingertips through his chest hair, savouring the feel of his flesh. She rocked back on her heels, her hands moving lower, lower, until she reached his belt. She unbuckled it with the same slow, unhurried motion, then unzipped his jeans. She slipped her hand inside his boxer shorts and smiled. “Oh, you're big,” she said softly.