… Their eyes, clouded with lust, stared deeply into one another. They breathed heavily, catching their breath from the long and aggressive yet passionate kiss. A hint of blush filled their cheeks, their hearts beat like war drums in unison. That long awaited kiss made them felt weak and fatigued. Her hands rested on his arms while his pressed softly against her cheeks. They did not speak. There was no need for words.
He moved his chest off of hers as he lowered his hands towards her shirt. Being a bit weak and dizzy, he rested his head against her cheek, nuzzling her very softly. The smell of her red hair filled his nose. His fingers latched onto the top button of her shirt. With the push of his thumb, he undid that button. She saw his eyes looking down to her shirt as he saw more of her white fur. She couldn’t help but watch as well, seeing for the first time someone undoing her shirt. Another button was undone, the sound of the plastic disk hitting the fabric as it snapped free from its lock. Her cleavage was now in view, a small discolored patch at the base of her cleavage was revealed. No words could be heard. He breathed softly though his mouth, steadying his breathing as he undid her shirt. She bit down on a small part of her lip, feeling her shirt slowly being unbuttoned and more of her breasts hung free in front of him. He was delicate with her, ever so delicate.
The third button slowly broke free with the gentle push of his thumb and finger. He was soon lost in the white roundness of her breasts - her round orbs pushing against the loose fabric of her shirt, the way they pressed together to form perfectly round mounds of flesh, the smell of her exposed fur trailed up his nostrils. Her hand reached up to his neck, her thumb carefully caressed the scruff underneath his chin, secretly telling him to continue. She pushed her breasts forward, causing the shirt to stretch a little for his pleasure, her stiff nipples now feeling the cool fabric against them. The sound of fabric stretching and rubbing against her torso whispered into their ears.
His hands reached the fourth button, the last one that held her chest together, the button that will reveal more of her breasts and soon her pink protruding nipples. His thumb slowly pressed on the plastic button, her muzzle pressed closer to his as her chest was about to be revealed to him. She couldn’t help the feeling of butterflies in her stomach. His breathing stopped as he tried to savor this moment, almost wanting to freeze time all together. He undid the fourth button, letting her breasts slowly pour out of her shirt, now fully exposed to him. She felt the cool air around her brush against her bare breasts and nipples, his warm breath sending goose bumps along her neck and shoulders. His eyes still glued to her chest, taking in their beauty. Her hand moved from his cheek and rested on his hand, his fingers still gripping her shirt. Her delicate fingers cupped his hand and guided his palm to rest upon her right breast, pushing it forward so she could feel the pressure of his large hand against where her heart was still beating for him…
The Sounds of Buttons © 2011 Alex Cockburn
, red hair
7 years, 6 months ago
03 Sep 2011 16:10 CEST
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