"Ohh~" Janet whimpered. It was soft, like she was trying to swallow it. But he caught it.
"You're getting there," he said, more breath than sound. "But don't move faster. Don't even think about your clit yet."
His tone shifted slightly—commanding now.
"I want you to do something for me."
A beat.
"Take your other hand, the one not between your thighs, and press it against your chest. Right between your breasts. Can you feel your heartbeat?"
Another pause. He imagined her palm sinking into her soft chest, pressing through lace or cotton or bare skin.
"Yesss~" She answered softly.
"Good. That's your rhythm. That's the pace you need to follow."
He took a breath, steady and long.
"Match it. One stroke on your pussy every time your heart beats. No faster."
Her breathing now? Ragged. Deep. Each inhale shaking like it was climbing uphill.
