Sliding my hand under your soft left breast to caress your throbbing chest. Cupping and holding you, feeling the urgent beats against my hand. Hearing your breathing as I now press my fingers against your neck, your pulse surging against them makes my own heat rise. Your arteries are bounding hard as I massage your breasts and press against your sternum. My fingers do not leave your pulse as I feel you. I press my ear to your chest and hear your heart valves clapping and slamming for myself. It’s time.





















