60 Seconds to Orgasm: How to Achieve Multiple Orgasms in Record

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The world narrowed to the space between our breaths, a sacred hush where the only sound was the soft rustle of cotton sheets as he shifted closer. His gaze, heavy with unspoken promises, traced the line of my jaw before his fingers followed, a whisper of a touch that sent shivers cascading down my spine. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensation as his palm settled on the small of my back, a warm, steady anchor in the rising tide of feeling. Every nerve ending awoke, singing a silent, desperate song as his lips found the frantic pulse at my throat, his breath a soft counterpoint to the wild rhythm. A low, helpless sound escaped me as the tension coiled, sweet and unbearable, deep within my core, a gathering storm of pure sensation. The air itself seemed to thicken, charged with the scent of his skin and the fading perfume of the night-blooming jasmine outside our window. My fingers tangled in his hair, not guiding, but holding on as the first tremor began, a delicate fracture in my composure. Wave after wave of radiant warmth washed through me, each one longer and more profound than the last, leaving me trembling and utterly unmoored. A single, perfect tear escaped, tracing a path of release and overwhelming gratitude onto the pillow, and he gently kissed it away. In the profound quiet that followed, curled against the solid warmth of his chest, I felt not a conclusion, but a beautiful, endless beginning.