A Mature Woman's Erotic Lesson: The Art of Pacing

"Don't rush," Nino told me, placing her hand on my chest. Her voice was calm, but there was a huge fire burning in her gaze. "Sex is not a race. It's music, and we have to learn to listen to it." He made me stop at the moment when the peak of passion was knocking on my door. He knew the art of edging. Every time my excitement reached its peak, he would slow down the rhythm, whisper in my ear, run his fingers along my back, and make me take a deep breath. These pauses deepened the pleasure beyond belief. When he finally allowed me to climax, it was an explosion—an ecstasy that numbed my entire body and was forever etched in my memory.