The edge receded, just enough for her to object, “Why are you /wearing/ so much?” She pushed herself up, dragging at his shirt, although she had no leverage, and ended up collapsing back down, laughing breathlessly. “Off,” she demanded, on purpose this time. “Everything. Off. I need to see.”
“Because this moment was for your pleasure, and not mine, my beloved Summer,” he stated with a slight frown, before laughing aloud as she managed to pull his shirt up only enough to flash his flat stomach and hips. “Oh, you do, do you?” He hummed thoughtfully, leaning back on his knees as he ever so painstakingly slowly began to remove the remainder of his clothes.
She propped herself up on her elbows, watching avidly. So many times, they were in a hurry, so wound up with desire and need that they stumbled out of their clothes and into the bed, and she never really got a chance to properly look at him. She loved the length of him, how he was so tall and yet leanly muscled, strong but elegant. A study in contrasts. She licked her lips, forcing herself not to simply reach out and drag him down.