She has a killer body, one I’ve caught myself fantasizing about more than once, but it’s her ass that really gets me. How round and supple it is. Tight enough to bounce a quarter off. The way it’d spring up and down as she reverse-cowgirled me, and the thin strip between her legs that’s covered by the same damn spandex as the rest of her body that I wouldn’t mind my tongue getting lost in. I’ve thought about shredding her leggings off her more times than I can count since I met her in the apartment’s gym a half hour ago.
How hot would it be to rip down the seam until my fingers could easily glide against her soft skin and slip into her hot heat?
“I hope you’re paying attention,” she grumbles from in front of me. I’m paying attention, alright, but not in the way she’s hoping.
I lick my lips, damn near salivating at the way her leggings stick to her skin. I can see everything from my downward dog position when I raise my head. “I’m downward dogging it, just like you told me to do.”
“Good. Can you feel the stretch?”
“My hamstrings are a notch away from being on fire.”
I can hear her smile when she says, “Just the way we like it.”
I beg to differ. The way I’dlike it would be with me on my back and her pussy straddling my face, but I don’t mention that. Namely because I care about Violet too much to let my dick-thinking ruin what we have. There’s more between us than physical attraction, and that’s more than I can say I’ve had with a female in, well, forever.
There’s also the fact that my life is a shit storm, and I don’t want to drag her into it.
“What’s next?” I ask because I need to get the R-rated thoughts of her out of my head.
She lowers and drops to her knees. With her hands on her hips, she observes my pose. “I don’t think going through an entire series is best for a beginner, so I’m thinking we just do some random poses. At the very least, you’ll feel the stretch and leave here feeling much more relaxed. What do you say?”
I give her a teasing smirk when she motions for me to lower too. I don’t know what’s wrong with me today. Finn is still breathing down my back. Mom isn’t any better. But when I’m with Violet, life just seems…easier. The more time we spend together, the more I hate being away from her. “Whatever you say, goes. You’re the teacher.”
She stands on her mat and mimics a pose she calls the backbend. I mirror her, watching her raptly as her body contorts into position. My shoulders round into my back, and I lift my hands high. Then she moves on, propping one foot in front of her and the other behind.
“We’ll do a quick warrior series, then we’ll get into some other poses.” I shift my legs like hers and holy fuck. My hip flexors and glutes stretch more than they ever have while boxing.I hold back a groan by rolling my lips into my mouth when she moves on to what she calls the second warrior pose.
She looks over and shakes her head. “No. You’re not doing it correctly.”
“I look exactly the same as you do,” I argue. She untangles her limbs from the pose and comes over. I’m not necessarily mad about it. The closer she is, the more relaxed my body gets.
“Your knee is too soft,” she says, lightly tapping the back of it. “A little harder.”
Of course, when I hearhardmy head goes straight into the gutter because that’s the kind of day I’m having. One where all I can think are dirty, filthy thoughts. One where she’s the star in all of them.
I clear my throat and harden my knee, whatever the fuck that means, and huff out a breath.
“Regretting coming yet?” There’s a smirk on her face when I look at her. Back on her mat, she stretches her arms out, and I do the same. “Lengthenyour spine. Make yourself taller.”
“I don’t know what that means, Vi.” But I try anyway. Part of me doesn’t want to disappoint her or have her thinking I’m not giving my all. The other part wants to lay her flat, roll her leggings down, and show her how well I can make other parts of my body lengthen.
She gets back into her own warrior pose then says, “It means this. See my back? How I’m making myself longer?”
I look and…nope. I can’t see it. All I see are her perfect tits. Would I notice if her nipples were hard or does her top have some kind of padding to hide them? “You look the same as you did a minute ago when you were smacking the back of my knee.”
She rolls her eyes. “I didn’t smack you. I tapped you.”
“Want to come over here and show me the difference?” I’m bullshitting her. She barely touched me, but she’s too fucking far away, and I want her close. Although, I wouldn’t mind hersmacking my knee, or any other part of me for that matter, around a bit.
“You were a trying student, weren’t you?” She lifts her rear foot off the floor and stretches her hands out in front of her, eyes facing the ground. “Transition into this position when you feel ready.”
I fight to keep my balance but eventually pull it off. My arms out over my head, I decide I hate this position the most. Too much of my focus goes to balancing. The second I lift my head; I’m going to lose it. I’m desperate to watch her do all these moves without her knowing I’m gawking.
“Put all your focus into breathing deeply and keeping that foot stretched. If you feel unstable, lower, and use your toes to regain control.” I hear movement, and before I know it, she’s next to me, sliding her hand from the back of my neck down my spine and causing a chill to hook over my shoulders. It makes it that much harder to focus, to keep my toes pointing toward the wall, giving me no choice but to tap into my core to keep me still.
Fuck, this isn’t easy.
“There should be a straight line from your foot to your hands. You’re not perfect, but it’s your first time, so I’ll give you a pass.”
