I wish there was no condom between us, so I could take it all.
I reach for his hands, and his fingers intertwine with mine as he seizes up, every muscle on his body coiled tight, ready to let loose. His cock swells, then he erupts with a groan, pulsing deep inside me, over and over.
His body shudders as he finishes, and when he pulls out, he bends to lay a kiss on my belly.
Afterward, I crawl to the middle of the bed and Miles comes to lie next to me, his hand loosely skimming over my hip and thigh. When Max returns from the bathroom, he lies on my other side, the two of them surrounding me.
“All of that was so incredible.”
The two men voice their agreement at the same time using the same words. “Yeah, it was.”
They both reach for one of my hands, and after a few minutes, I drift off, my hands wrapped in theirs, as happy and content as I’ve ever been in my life. I wish we’d have been sharing this bed from the very first night we arrived.
At some point, I stir, and open my eyes to find Miles softly stroking my hip.
He presses a kiss to my shoulder. “Want some water?”
“That’d be great. How long have I been asleep?”
“Not long.” All the lights in the room are still on. The three of us are still naked on top of the comforter.
I sit up to watch as Miles crosses the room. The sight of his bare backside revives me from sleepiness faster than an iced coffee ever could, and I’m wet for him all over again. When he returnswith the water, he sits with me on the edge of the bed as I drink it.
“How are you feeling?” His eyes glance down to the spot where my legs meet, where I could understandably be sore after the way Max went at me.
“I feel amazing.”
His eyes crinkle as he gives me a warm grin. “That’s good.”
“I’m up for more, actually. If you are.”
“I guess I’d be dumb to turn down an offer like that,” he says, calling back to how I responded when Max offered me a full-body massage.
When I laugh, he says, “Actually, would you be up for indulging me in a fantasy I’ve had?”
My eyes go wide.Is this fantasy about me? He hasn’t even known me for very long.
“Even though I would like to be more flexible,” Miles says, “I’ll confess that my motivations for coming to yoga class aren’t entirely pure.”
I arch a brow. “Is that right?”
Miles traces a spiraling path along my thigh with the tip of his finger. “When you demonstrate certain poses, it’s hard for me to keep from getting distracted.”
“Certain poses? Which ones?” I’m asking mostly to tease him, since it’s clear that talking about this is making him a little uncomfortable.
“Well, really, all of them, but some make my mind wander more than others.”
“I think I can imagine. So, what you’re saying is that you’d like a little yoga session right now?”
From behind us, Max chimes in. “I knew he wasn’t going to yoga for the stretching.”
“I was. Just notmystretching.”
Max laughs and rolls over to his other side, leaving us to it.
“I’m not going to do yoga alone right now,” I tell Miles as I stand and take his hand.
“Of course not.” He positions himself opposite me and follows me as I stretch my arms overhead.
