Little did he know, I fully intended to. I was only here for a week, and I was going to make the most of it.
“Alright. Yoga time.” I pulled my legs under me so that I was sitting on my knees. “I’ll call out the moves and you follow along as best as you can, okay?”
With some difficulty, he mimicked my position. “You got it, boss.”
I smiled and shook my head. This was going to be interesting.
* * *
“Phew.”Alistair puffed out a breath. “That was a workout.”
“You did great!” I didn’t have the heart to tell him I’d taken it easy and slowed things down because of the altitude.
“This summer, we’ll have to do a class at Red Rocks. Chai’s done it a few times when she was here visiting.”
“She mentioned that when I said I was flying out to see you. I saw some pictures online, and it looks amazing.”
“It is. I’ve been to a few concerts there.”
“Speaking of amazing views.” I rose from my mat, walked over to the window, and was met with a sight that took my breath away.
Resisting the urge to touch the glass, I got as close as I could without smudging it. The sun was cresting over the valley, the warm light reflecting off the snowy mountain tops and shining on the town below.
“It’s beautiful,” I whispered under my breath.
There was movement behind me, then Alistair’s warm hands gripped my waist. I was so distracted by the view that I didn’t hear him get up.
He trailed his nose along my neck, his nose-ring cool against my sweaty skin. “Not nearly as beautiful as this view.”
I laughed and reached back, running my fingers through his hair. “No way.”
“Yes way,” he mumbled, kissing his way down my neck and grinding his cock against my back.
“Alistair.” My voice was breathy and I felt flushed—and not just from yoga.
He slipped his hands into the waistband of my leggings and cupped my pussy, making me gasp. “Let me show you just how beautiful I think you are.”
I nodded, and he moved quickly, pulling my top up and pressing me against the window. He was frantic, desperate to have me then and there.
Even though I was sweaty from yoga, unshowered from the plane ride and sex the night before, it was the sexiest I’d ever felt.
The glass fogged from my breath, and I shuddered from the cold. I wished I could see what I looked like from the other side with my tits pressed against the glass.
He dropped to his knees and rolled my leggings down, tossing them off to the side.
“Spread those legs for me, sweetheart,” he groaned, his fingers sliding up the back of my thighs.
I widened my stance and pushed my ass out, inviting him to taste me. He forced himself between my legs, the length of his snout and his tongue giving him access to my pussy.
The first swipe of the textured pad of his tongue along my center made me moan.
“Gods, you taste so fucking good.” His voice was muffled, but I could feel every word as they left his lips.
How did I go without this for so many years?
It didn’t really matter because now I had a partner who didn’t just like to eat; he liked to feast.
Alistair pulsed his tongue in and out, making me pant. He wrapped one of his hands around the front of my thigh. With the tips of his fingers, he rubbed gentle circles over my clit, continuing to fuck me with his tongue.
