The sound of those buttons snapping was even better than the satisfaction the velcro had given him. He absolutely ached with desire, and he had no idea how he'd managed to gather enough self-control to stop from hastily rushing them on forward.
More velcro, and he swallowed hard, watching her word in a sort of trance. He wasn't sure what his face was doing, but he knew that it had to be showing something close to sheer lust for her. He wasn't sure what to do with his hands. In fact, as obvious as her instruction was, he was really pleased that she had given it. It made his brain reconnect to his body and to the present moment. And he finally had a use for his hands as he could use them and the sofa to lift his hips to assist her in her careful stripping off of his trousers. He was amazed that they had managed not to just rip clothes or start fucking half-dressed. There was something almost ceremonial about this undressing of one another.