"Manuela"

I slid my fingers over the first button of his shirt and unbuttoned it, moving to the next, then the next, until they were all open. I moved away a little to pull the shirt off and settled back into his lap. Only then did I grasp both sides of the shirt and open it, exposing his entire chest. I noticed his breathing change and slowly placed my hand on his chest, touching his skin, and slid my hands down his chest, down his toned abdomen, full of ripples, well-defined, hard muscles.

As I touched him, he sighed. When I placed my hand on his chest again, he placed his hand over mine and pulled it over his heart. His heart was beating fast and strong.

"Do you feel that, Shorty? Do you feel my heart beating for you?" He spoke, his eyes on mine, his voice thick with desire. I nodded, feeling it with my own heart. Without taking my eyes off him or my hand from his heart, I took his other hand and placed it over my own.

"Your heart beats fast and strong, just like mine beats for you