SoCal Cardiophile

The Eko 500's head is so big, you'll have to take your bra off to allow for a better listen!

Haven't shared a basic heartbeat recording in a while so here is an update on my resting rate I took the other day (and after getting much needed well rest lol!)

Like listening to and feeling a partner's heartbeat while they hold you, maybe it's a little fast because you both were laughing at some dumb shit together. Letting your partner kiss your wrist, your pulse against their lips. Kissing right where your partner's heart is while your head is on their chest sbhsjaiau

“Good girl,” I murmur, voice low and steady. “Let me hear how badly you need this.”

Her heart doesn’t lie. It never does. The faster it slams, the wetter she gets. I can feel it thundering under my fingers while my other hand slides lower, teasing, circling, never quite giving her what she craves until that rhythm turns into something wild and desperate.

I love the way her pulse jumps when I lean in and press my lips right over her sternum. Skin hot, heart hammering so hard I can taste the urgency. One slow lick across that sensitive spot and she arches like I’ve shocked her.

“That’s it. Let it race for me. Every single beat belongs to me tonight.”

I slide the cool metal of the stethoscope against her flushed skin, just to watch her shiver. The earpieces go in, and then I’m listening—really listening—to the filthy symphony she makes for me. Lub-dub. Lub-dub. Strong, obedient, and utterly addicted to the man controlling it.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I tell her, and I mean it. The praise drips thick because she earns every word. Her heart is so responsive, so honest. When I push two fingers deep and curl them just right, the beat stutters, then explodes into a gallop that makes me smile against her breast.

I keep the stethoscope in place while I fuck her slow and deep. Every thrust makes that magnificent heart work harder for me. I can hear it, feel it, own it. Her moans mix with the wet sounds of her body taking me, but underneath it all is that steady, powerful drum I’m going to push to its limit.

“Come on, sweetheart. Let me feel it spike when you fall apart.”

She does. Gorgeous, obedient, heart slamming against her ribs like it wants to burst out and give itself to me completely. I hold her through it, palm firm over her chest, absorbing every frantic flutter while she clenches and gasps and soaks the sheets.

When she’s trembling and spent, I don’t pull away. I keep my hand there, feeling the gradual slow-down, the sweet, exhausted rhythm that tells me she’s mine.

save this so you don't miss your next checkup, and tell me... what's your heart rate looking like right now?